[h2] [centre] [color=f6989d]Marinalia (Romus) Olympus[/color] [/centre] [/h2] [color=c4df9b][h3] [centre] Old Harbour . Monday later afternoon [/centre] [/h3] [/color] The sun was setting over the old harbour and glitteting into the large old warehouse windows into the fairly impersonal but nicely fitted apartment, a few personal touches such as a soft blanket on the sofa and a selection of photos on the coffee table of family and friends. Marinalia sipped a [color=f26522]Solbecks pumpkin spice lattees, extra shot[/color] standing watching the boats go by slowly drifting back to the Marina. Her day had been a busy one, arriving at hanger 12 the DC 7 had been waiting and ready, a fairly slow flight to Neo city cruising at about 6000 feet. Low but it was easier on the old aircraft and the engines where barely taxed. The terrain and plains around Sol where beginning to turn to winter and a sea of gold Forrest below glinted in the morning light, passing over a small grass strip, hangers and a line of glinting older aircraft parked nosing out into the dawn. Things had been pretty uneventful after that, endless forests and plains mostly undisturbed till Neo city had started riding on the horizon. Shaking her head, damn it was late and thr jazz evening. If she did not leave soon the traffic would be impossible! Finding a little back dress in the wardrobe, making a effort, rather suited her but not thr kind she would get stared at for a entire evening at her body it seemed right. Make up was easy, not like it was a date and grabbing a quick shower beforehand. Damn... Well good job she had no one across the steer realising the windows where so large and open as rhe zipped the dress up grabbing a fitted mid lengh coat, hand bag and keys before heading down the parking garage. [color=c4df9b] [h3] [centre] Sol City Freeway . Monday Evening [/centre] [/h3] [/color] The drive to Swan Songs was a grind, nose to tail traffic as the land rover engine almost grumbled with annoyance at the slow chain passing over the bridge. It had been too far to walk on the other side of the river and the Taxi company locally was a total rip off. Switching over to [color=39b54a]KAWAII 105.9[/color] the music was cheese as it got but here taste was hardly classic. Singing along to some cheese k pop number a loud roar of a moterbike was constantly chugging by her, a large bike, male, no helmet. The 12th chug start was slightly jarring and getting to her. Thr road cleared up ahead as she aggressively put her foot down and sped past the biker, the white Landrover discovery could move when it wanted to. Arriving at Swan songs she parked up behind In a near by car park before swapping from trainers to a low pair of heals. [color=c4df9b][h3] [centre] Swan Songs Blues and Jazz evening . Monday Evening [/centre] [/h3][/color] Walking slowly over to Swan songs thr band was beginning to warm up. She was abit early but it meant she could relax bit and took a sofa near its bar with a mocktail and enjoyed a people watch as the band played a few easy numbers to get sound right. She looked round as a few milled about and staff did last minute preparation doing her best to look lady like in a nicely fitted little black dress above the knee and heals after a day wearing a baggy flight suit. Marinalia could dress up when she wanted to. The people from the old Starboard last night would probbly have to double take as she played with a delicate silver necklace, 3 interlinked moons, a gift many years before by a past friend and lover. [@Pilatus][@Voltus_Ventus]