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


So, there was a stranger in a flight jacket. Now that was different, patches, a pair of aviators, if he was not flying then he must think it was Halloween or somthing. The airline patch she did not recognise, local maybe though she had hered of a smaller company in passing and one that seemed to be a shadow of past self since deadlines had taken over. 

Waving slightly she gav him a confirming glance. Maybe he would tell from choice of sunglasses but they where hardly rare. Anyone could buy vintage aviators. Instead as well Marilania gave a thumbs up and pointed to where the flight wings normally went on flight suits and jackets. 

Hopefully he would be quick ernough to reconise the meaning. 

Turning back to group. She was sure she recognised him, and remembered him from one of the Sol Civil aviation briefings. Rather dull. She probbly had had a chat to him, Deadalus had a few new pilots getting briefed that day.  If he recognised her and took notice, some of the older pilots had been slow to warm up to anyone new and considered it a rather closed club. 

A few of the oldest where stuck in there fraternity rut that women belonged behind the flight trolley not the controls of a aircraft. Thr fools would be retiring soon, they where a rare breed now. It was almost a shame. There was alot to learn from older genorations. 

... 

Turning back to Kei and the others her gaze met the man she had so heavily put back in the cooler and warmed slightly seeing he backed off his run. She had made her point. There was no need to be rude. Explain her reaction to the other guy too, that would be a good idea. 

[color=6ecff6][i]"aviation is a very small club. Honestly. Smooth is fast, practice and get the stroke feeling right , once you done that you'll improve your times alot.

And. Yeah, the local university looks crazy expensive"[/i][/color]

He was not a jerk about cooling off, so maybe she had been too harsh on him, maybe she misunderstood. Marinalia decided to wall off any advances but it seemed unlikely to be needed. 
 
... 

So. Thr stranger the Dr in training had brought over was defenitly strange, overly somthing with his language yet there was somthing else. On trend, the outfit did seem to work well for him. Marinalia did follow loosely, but always had been happy to let others live the high fashion. A little black dress worked In any situation though.

Yeah. Her current outfit was a tad lazy but Sunday, swimming her level of wanting to dress up had been about as much on the floor as her washing pile. 

No date. OK then and Russian, well this bar was getting more international her accent as much a give away his as for their local actions they came from. 

[color=6ecff6][i]
"oh, sorry about that...  Yeah. This all started with a cheesey ringtone" 
[/i][/color]

His use of language was intresting, she did know a tea place though. 

[color=6ecff6][i]" Marilania Olympus, nice to make your aquitence. Tea. Aye.  I'm working tomorrow, and find this place pretty easy going. Tea place, only been here few weeks but there's parfits and ports at old harbour. By the old trade hall." [/i][/color]

The name should not link back to her family, Olympus heavy industries was back in the UK and Europe, she had not been seen at a company event in 5-6 years. She had her own life, own money and own path.

Though some still tried to drag her back to her starting point.

[@aladdin_sane][@Robo27][@Voltus_Ventus][@Furiosa]