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[color=f6989d]Marinalia Romus Olympus "Mali" [/color][color=6ecff6]& Victoria Darya Romus "Vika" [/color][/color][/centre][/h2]
[h3][centre] [color=a2d39c]Thursday - Sol Mates (Light lane) - mixed locations [/color][/centre][/h3]


[b]Runways, Race cars and the Rumba[/b] 


[b]Marinalia[/b]
Marinalia watched as Lucile handed over the relevant documents, finding a second much lighter folio for later. The woman was a miracle worker when it came to making sense of chaos. She had impressed most of the family. [i]"Please sign when your ready Monsieur"[/i] The French woman checking she had not missed anything, they could and documents to sign but that would hurt her professional pride about getting things right the first time around. 

Marlin watched Joel greet her grandfather and the wink. His self-confidence could have been used to self propel and launch an oil tanker into orbit. [i][color=c4df9b]"Good to see you're doing well, Americas up and coming Rally prospect I hear. And dating a rather attractive red head artist, cars don't keep you warm at night. 

Have fun while you can, I'm sure they hated handing this beauty over. Got 3 children, in-laws, grandchildren and 2 more including a 4th generation on the way making sure I'm sensible."[/color][/i] Max was old, he was a bit slower and sure he needed to be careful but he was not letting that stop him doing what he wanted long as mind and body kept working. The family was rather protective of him, though that had eaten into his fun hobbies of youth around fast cars. He had to tease Joel a bit about and a bit of advise. Fun as racing was, it was not a woman. 

Her coffee did not smell quite right, wondering if it was just less syrup in there she had ignored it, though his reaction, that definitely was not Joel bears porridge. Why people made such faces at her coffee choices was, why? Just a little sweet. Chicky, of all the names to stick for her. Chicky? Seriously?[i][color=f6989d]"It's just a little sweeter. You might even like it one day. Don't know if you try. We just concerned Grampa, we don't want to lose you. 

Yet, I'm more concerned what the next one is. This one is dangerous already"[/color][/i] she really had no idea white how you could top a speed record on a track where the safety barrier was a solid stone wall. Le men were probably one of the most currently in use potentially lethal racing events about. Maybe a Paris to Dakkar? Or a rally though the Congo? While not a fan, it was impossible not to grow up with such a grandfather and not know something about racing. Ok, the car surprised her, a battleship grey Astin, race trim? Custom paintwork, this really was not some flight of fancy. Joel, British racing car? Why did that just feel strange? Shaking the thought she watched Joel admire the car and go over it. That moment she recognised, Marlin could be the same about flight checks and ensuring her Aircraft was perfect. [i][color=f6989d]"Ok... That is a nice car... Sorry, Anne Marie 2, your still my favourite cargo plane"[/color][/i] Glancing over to the 100J sat in Daedalus colours dominating the corner of the hanger.

[i]"Delivery Mistake, Enjoy Valkyrie, least it's not more of that Japanese stuff last time"[/i]Max had to smile at Marinalia's reaction when tossed a large bag of cereal marshmallows. She had always had a sweet tooth since she had teeth and perhaps before. Maria had craved sweet stuff heavily when pregnant. [i][color=c4df9b]"People have different meanings of sweet to you Mali, you been same since you had teeth. You lot are over-cautious, You all take after my Marinalia like that, she always saw the risks first. Your as bad as Maria when it comes to being protective.

Should be perfect, Told you id find something nice, Just need you to sign something too Mali"[/color][/i] Joel had challenged him to find a winning car, well he had delivered. There were a few foreign manufacturers who he had contacts at but this was a British record. It would have a British car holding it even if driven by an American. 

Marinalia jumped a little from when Joel swapped from the whole zen car budda monk mode to her. The rear wing did look a little strange then included a split-wing and a feature she did not quite understand fully but worked out it would be fast. Put that feature on an aircraft and it would be plain, or even plane terrifying to not have tall controls. [i][color=f6989d]"Grampa always was a bit of a racing nerd. Preflight managed to meet your standards?

That's an interesting way to get extra speed, least that one that makes sense to me. Your gonna handle like on black ice on anything but a straight line I'm sure though. Be careful, it's rather dangerous to track.

I'm stick to my Land Rover, bit safer."[/color][/i]  Marinalia only had a basic understanding but fast object + no downforce = very little steering. [i]"Excuse me, Mademoiselle, we need a shareholder signature alongside your grandfathers."[/i] Handing her a much lighter document, Marinalia sighed and signed a little shakily. Much as she enjoyed a nice income to supplement her lifestyle it would have been nicer to have met her grandmother. [i][color=f6989d]"Il sign Lucile. I inherited off my grandmother, I hold shares and few other things."[/color][/i] glancing over to her diamond ring, the ice blue glittering in the brightly lit hanger. [i][color=c4df9b]"Few others Joel, but that definitely the big one. I'm proud of that one. Does she needs much work before you ready for testing?

Thank you Mali, I'm sure she happy with you and what you done."[/color][/i]


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