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[color=f6989d]Marinalia Romus Olympus "Mali"[/color][/color][/centre][/h2]
[h3][centre] [color=a2d39c]  Chapter 3 opening day, Saturday. Old starboard pub [/color][/centre][/h3]


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[color=f26522][b]Sol City return and changed times[/b][/color]
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Marinalia could not but help but smile at Xias text with a alittle warm feeling. Xia teasing while she got used to always seemed to get her in ways, well ways she never expected. When you thought it was worked out. Nope. Xia found a a new angle. She enjoyed it though, really her flirty side wa shaving a field day being out and free to play. Typing out a quick reply it was hard not a smile. [i][color=f6989d]"Oh. Two more mountains to explore I think and a inviting valley;) Don,t work too long my carabian cutie... Only you! Luv your snow bunny x x "[/color][/i] OK, maybe a tad much but this was Xia, when she wanted to be she was subtle as a neon orange glowing flying squid in a golden top hat and bright pink top hat and tail coat.

Yes, she had faced a alittle, well her family has asked a few questions, had there moments from her mother especially though the whole, switch from serious to recommending a market to pick up a few cute bargains. Hiding her background was pretty much impossible. Why Xia... Why was a difficult question. It... Just happened, somehow, some way, it had no rhyme reason lor logic. It just was what it was. Who could explain the insanity of human attraction.

Noticing pretty boy, OK, definitely male from thr voice but he really could make girls jealous... Glad she not say that to his face. He just was... Well was... Girls. Coffee... Yeah. There was somthing magical about coffee, coffee and plenty of or sugar! Her inner child loved her adult self could order rediculous things. [i][color=f6989d]"Nothing wrong with coffee pick me up, sugar and space and all that's nice after all. 

Umm. Waitress, miss? got any pie, tart, whatever word you use round about here. Specials or normal"[/color][/i] Marilania had lived here for months but the sheer variety of terms for deserts with crusts was pretty high. A slight sing song nature ringing her accent in the rhyme. Not like she could not sing, just not exactly anything like someone who trained. It had been years since any remotely lesson based activity.

She was not staring persay at the people, just curious to who passed by the pub. It was a quiet Saturday and home was empty, her sister had a apointment, her girlfriend was working and not much else going for this afternoon and no real events gave whim to a flight of fancy. A skater, looked abit tired, tad younger than her and more casual. It was proof this place had a rather diverse clientele to say the least. Reading the article about Joel again with a minor interest, curious. The Rally stuff was talk of the office, it was least handy to know abit about it. 3rd, Only American... Alot rolled over her understanding but clear it was a big feat. The second bit made her Suprised, Gramapa. That had to be Gramapa if it was true... [i][color=f6989d]"Damn... His PA was a tad too busy to be normal too."[/color][/i]

Hmm. Time would tell if the article was baseless or not though, if she inquired about him. That might definitely create awkward questions for sure. She only just finished up on the last round of intrest in her romantic adventures. Glancing back to the person passing. Some people said that was freedom but nothing beat the thrill of pushing forward the throttles, the roar of the turbo props and a very act of drying gravity with man made machinery and sheer engine power. A few claimed she showed off wearing a flight jacket with gold wings and patches, but it really was her comfiest and the leather was long broken in to point you barely noticed it. 

Now all Marilanaia needed to work out was what to do with the rest of her day. After pie. American pie was to die for done right. 

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