[h2] [centre] Marinalia (Romus) Olympus [/centre] [/h2] 
[h3] [centre] The Old Starboard, Sunday afternoon [/centre] [/h3]

Marinalia noticed the guy arrive in the bar carrying a larger bag of what was later confirmed tome size textbooks that would make handy chocks for keeping a small cargo plane in place. He seemed the normal kind of lunch time passerby in the bar as winter was slowly on its way, it was a warm and fairly friendly place too grab a bite to eat and a coffee or a drink to warm the body and the soul. 

Thinking about introducing herself to the stranger, might as well be social and cheer up what had been a pretty lonely day as despite the social aspects, she had yet to gain many friends outside of work in Sol city. Until her phone rang, Ivan, the flight control at Daedalus was never a good omen calling on your day off. With a loud buzz and short blast of a https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bg59q4puhmg 

In a distinct English accent, one which despite traveling the world was yet to pick up more than the faintest trace of her multiple contracts worked from Alaska to Rome, though not trying to be loud her accent made the convocation easier to pick up among the buzz and background noise. Playing slightly with a small silver necklace with 3 moons as she talked, a gift from a old friend many years before. 

[color=6ecff6][i]"Hey Ivan , what's the problem?
Throttle to ... yeah il be ok in the morning. had some wine last night. 
You know its my day off rota... paperwork.
DC-7  to ..  i know im new but that's old as my parents,. if you give me OT on the FLT.
Fine.. Prop time then, im off Rota, least give me the OT on prop. 
Deal, hanger 12, il see you in the morning. long as its loaded and fueled ready."[/i] 
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Hanging up, Ivan had looked after her and helped her when she first started but that plane was from the 60's, her easy going paperwork day had turned out to be a 4 hour round trip in the one of the oldest aircraft in the fleet. Reliable but the seat was definitely not luxurious and the heater was almost powered by a hamster in a wheel. 

Turning over to the Man whom had probably heard everything and took off her vintage avaitors revealing her grey eyes and smiling slightly leaning over the small divider and sighing slightly that she was stuck on tea for the rest of the day. He was definitely younger than she was, though she was 27, Marinlia has always tried to look after herself, plenty of sleep and kept fit even after ending semi professional swimming with at least a few km every weekend. 

[color=6ecff6][i]"Sorry about that, you know work always calls at the worst time. hope i did not throw you off your place.."
"good book?"[/i][/color]

Joking slightly, it was abit of chit chat but she was bored having only just moved to the city, not knowing the social venues it had taken her a while to find the Old Starboard and a few other places she liked. Things where getting cooler and much as a walk sounded fun in her head, staying inside and warm was becoming more popular as the seasons changed.

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