[h2] [centre] [color=f6989d]Marinalia (Romus) Olympus[/color] [/centre] [/h2] [h3] [centre] & [/centre] [/h3] [h2] [centre] [color=6ecff6]Victoria [i]Darya[/i] Romus[/color][/centre] [/h2] [color=c4df9b][h3] [centre] Sol City Cargo Airport . Wednesday Evening [/centre] [/h3] [/color] [hr] Marinalia's evening shift was certainly turning out rather different than expected, it was a good excuse to get out the office though and with the schedule tonight things would not be exactly busy. There was the promo event, a few major flights inbound later in the week but other than that business as normal. he was a ass in a sense, but not a deliberately unkind one, least someone she could have joke with on a dull evening shift. Yeah, it was definitely Frankenstein's monster, the problem was said monster did not exactly help the life of its creator in the book. The person who ordered that car must be a tad crazy, the machine was a monster and probably could outpace a light aircraft . And a event, oh, she knew exactly the event he meant, should she tell him or not? He seemed to deserve the surprise more. [i][color=f6989d]Customer is always right... even when there wrapped round a tree The race test? Maybe, i did get a invite. Always be team air though. We rule the skies. [/color][/i] Joking slightly she knew exactly the event, and what was planned. She had not seen her family in months and not entirely sure how she felt about it. Her Aunt, Mother, Father, Grandfather and Godfather had decided to attend, between them representing Polar Star and Olympus Heavy Industries. Marilania would have to find out when, and then there was the Gala coming up at some point too. This might be a interesting few weeks. WHy did she do what she did. while that was a far longer answer than a warehouse and few crates would be the ideal venue for. Sitting down on a crate of granite slabs bound for some other airport, dangling legs slightly. [i][color=f6989d] That's a long question for a more comfortable location. Ummm, Ok... Short version. I kinda did not get on with my family when i was younger, family business and all was a tad tense. Started flying for fun, kinda loved it. In the end i kinda did my own thing, flown on 2 continents, 8 ish years. Left Alaska because of some family issues, my dad caused a abit of stir .. Media, Kinda in a bad way, wanted a fresh start... Daedalus offered me a good contract and a nice sign on bonus... rest is well history. Maybe when i know you better... Though my full name is Marinalia, Romus, Olympus. [/color][/i] It was very abridged, but it might take quite abit longer than was comfortable in a cold warehouse to explain fully and to someone she barely knew, Nope, well he would realise who she was on Saturday that's for sure. he's never work it out surely that Olympus was that Olympus... [hr] [color=c4df9b][h3] [centre] Outside Old Starboard . Wednesday Evening [/centre] [/h3] [/color] Victoria's evening seemed to working out better than her sisters, the Shawarma place and light lane was not too far away, a little side street lit by hundreds of little lanterns and dozens of smaller shops, mostly independents, family run and proper fresh cooked food. Smiling taking his hand with a little squeeze and leading the way to light lane remembering the map and one hand keeping her stable with the walking stick. short distances she could do without, not long ones though. [i][color=6ecff6] Its only a few minutes, Google is a lifesaver. Yeah, Sunday was... different.. Marinalia contacted Police, for what its worth. You a chivalry necromancer then? [/color][/i] Joking, the way to light lane was a fairly easy one and even at her slower pace it took under 5 minutes, Feeling slightly nervous, this evening had certainly surprised her, but in a good way. [color=c4df9b][h3] [centre] Light lane, Swarma Palace . Wednesday Evening [/centre] [/h3] [/color] Light lane was brightly lit by dozens of lanterns, often a haunt of young, old, the food loving and those who wanted some non chain food, many places where still open, smells of foods from all over the world, curry, Shawarma, Chinese, and many more were here. best food in the city. Sitting down in a small Shawarma Joint, Several old joke Avengers items on the wall, a few posters and a quiet but lively background music, it was pretty quiet, 10-15 tables, a small bar serving mostly coffee and a few cheap canned drinks both soft and alcoholic. it was the exact opposite of the grander places at centre point. Taking off a fitted coat revealing a more casual skirt and nice but not overly showy or dressy top. the coat she had "borrowed" off her sister and hung abit long but was ideal for keeping warm. [i][color=6ecff6] So, Shawarma Palace... Hope it lives up to review. not quite so fancy but so much more fun. oh, my ring. Its not a... My sister has its twin, its a little thing, they always been worn by sisters for 3 generations. Her grandparent, Then mother, aunt. Kinda passes down when time right. Family is a tad complicated... [/color][/i] Smiling and reading the menu, the list was not massive but everything was cooked fresh that night. No frozen. The place had a good reputation online and though it was not posh, no wine list or expensive vintages. Thr tables just wiped down, one set of spoons and only one type of wine glass that doubled up for water. Slightly nervous unsure where to go now. Was it a date? A meal, dinner? [i][color=6ecff6] so, what brought you to Sol, apart from me of course and saving people from Jazz nights gone wrong? I kinda came here to get a fresh start for abit... Kinda bit head off a journalist at Swan Songs... Tasted funny... [/color][/i] Adding the joke, trying to hide her nerves, it was pretty transparent but Better then nothing. She never planned this and things had taken there own direction naturally. [hr] [@Pilatus][@RoccanIronclad]