[h2]Pilots’ Group Chat[/h2][quote][color=fff200][b]Flo Mason[/b][/color]
She is already obsessed! Though annoyingly, she is following all of Bea's streams right now so she has turned the spare room upside down with art of Carrera and the old Silver Apex ship, which is not ideal...[/quote]
[color=fff200][b]Bea[/b][/color]
…Let me know if you want help setting up profanity filters on whatever device she watches on. Chat can be wild.

[color=fff200][b]Ava Villarosa[/b][/color]
Right. The chat.

[color=fff200][b]Bea[/b][/color]
Ow. Blue on blue.

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[quote][color=fff200][b]Ben hale[/b][/color]
Yeah this is awesome, you guys are all dysfunctional adults[/quote]
[color=fff200][b]Bea[/b][/color]
Those of us who can be considered that. Welcome to the jungle.

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[quote][color=fff200][b]Jen Lowry[/b][/color]
Sounds good though! Creepie-crawlies might not be my thing but the diving around there is awesome, and also, @Bea is half Hawaiian so she'll be our guide :)

[color=fff200][b]Paul[/b][/color]
@Jen Lowry and @Bea I am down to try snorkeling and diving. I want to learn to surf. Know any good local teachers?[/quote]
[color=fff200][b]Bea[/b][/color]
Not this again. How many more of you are there?

[color=fff200][b]Bea[/b][/color]
[b]@Jen Lowry[/b] My mother moved out of Honolulu in 2061. [i]13 years before I was born[/i]. I’ve never been, not once. [i]She[/i] hasn’t even been back. How am I in any way Hawaiian?

[color=fff200][b]Bea[/b][/color]
But yeah, Hawaii is a diver’s dream if anyone wants to tag along on Sunday after the race, you’re more than welcome to. Same goes for the Barrier Reef.

[color=fff200][b]Jen Lowry[/b][/color]
[b]@Bea[/b] Count me in!

[color=fff200][b]Flo Mason[/b][/color]
[b]@Bea[/b] Put me down for tentative interest, I’m not sure about the schedule yet.

[quote][color=fff200][b]Ben Hale[/b][/color]
what via the London Borough of Maui? How is she Hawaiian?[/quote]
[color=fff200][b]Bea[/b][/color]
[b]@Ben Hale[/b] Thank you!

[quote][color=fff200][b]Astrid[/b][/color]
That's wild. She's too angry to be Hawaiian[/quote]
[color=fff200][b]Bea[/b][/color]
Angry? Me?

[color=fff200][b]Jen Lowry[/b][/color]
*Youtube link to ‘WRC 2090 onboards but the drivers keep getting angrier’* A full third of this is you. :)

[color=fff200][b]Bea[/b][/color]
I’m not angry, I’m allergic to stupid. :p

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[quote][color=fff200][b]Cassie Neves[/b][/color]
holy shit this is an Anglo-Argentine conflict

[color=fff200][b]Kofi[/b][/color]
*Falklands intensifies*[/quote]
[color=fff200][b]Bea[/b][/color]
Not. This. Again.

[color=fff200][b]Astrid[/b][/color]
Guys, she’s getting angry again.

[color=fff200][b]Bea[/b][/color]
Okay, I walked right into that one, didn’t I?

[color=fff200][b]Wedge[/b][/color]
Yep.

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[quote][color=fff200][b]Ava Villarosa[/b][/color]
Cassie. Stop consuming beer, pls[/quote]
[color=fff200][b]Bea[/b][/color]
No, continue! :D

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[quote][color=yellow]”Does anyone else feel like they are on the seat outside the dean’s office?”[/color]

Paul lowered his voice and gave a conspiratorial whisper. [color=yellow]“I mean I can see why Kais and Bea would be tagged troublemakers. I thought I was framed as the golden boy or gentleman like Dorian. What did I do to earn being lumped in with the bad boys and girls of the paddock?”[/color] He waggled his eyebrows enquiringly at Bea and then Kais.[/quote]
[color=#1EFF24]”Not like the dean’s office at all.”[/color] Bea shook her head, [color=#1EFF24]”Every time I went there, I knew exactly what they were going to ask about.”[/color] She answered as innocently as possible in stark contrast to the words coming out of her mouth.
[color=#1EFF24]”But how do [i]you[/i] know what sitting in front of the dean’s office is like, mister golden boy gentleman?”[/color] She turned it around on Paul with an inquisitive look, fully aware the mics and cameras were already running and caring little. Aurora had time, she could wait. [color=#1EFF24]”What did you do? You broke something, didn’t you? Something expensive.”[/color]

[hr][center][h2]Sunday August 1st, 2094, 16:47
Stavelot, Belgium[/h2][h3]The Race[/h3][/center]It was almost a photo finish.

[color=#129914]”P1 BEA, P1! THAT’S A WIN!”[/color] Despite several victories of his own, every new one was a celebration even if he had to only watch, especially since they were a rare occasion for Carrera.
[color=#1EFF24]”FUCK YEEEEEEES!”[/color] Her shout made people watching the broadcast with headphones wince. [color=#1EFF24]”What a way to come back from the break!”[/color]
[color=#129914]”Are you crying?”[/color] Be could hear the absolute pandemonium happening in the garage through Alistair’s microphone.
[color=#1EFF24]”Yep.”[/color] She laughed through tears of joy mixing with the breathing liquid, easing up on the throttle to let Paul come up alongside, matching speed and giving him a wave and a thumbs up before pulling ahead again for the turn around into the pits, as per tradition at Spa.
[color=#129914]”You practiced this in Silverstone, and by God you delivered.”[/color]
[color=#1EFF24]”Please. This was just one guy, child’s play.”[/color] She replied, every breath she took a lie, [color=#1EFF24]”Back home I had to juggle three different drivers. Bloody Hell, I think I haven’t been breathing since Les Combes.”[/color] She started laughing again.
[color=#129914]”Me neither, but four laps ago.”[/color]
[color=#FFAA00]”Bea, what a drive. Brilliant job!”[/color] León came over the radio when the driver-race engineer celebrations have calmed down, [color=#FFAA00]”Edge of our seats the entire time, but you came through.”[/color]
[color=#1EFF24]”Brilliant job by everyone in the garage and at the factory as well. I barely did a thing, this was all you, from Felix to the last janitor. This was for you. And let there be many more.”[/color]

As she pulled into the marked position, the coveted ‘1’ sign in front of her ship, Bea looked up in her cockpit. [color=#1EFF24]”Sorry, Mister Mulder. He’ll get it next year.”[/color] Then, she leapt out of the ship like a jack-in-a-box and sprinted off to the side where her team was assembled, almost toppling the barrier separating them when she threw herself into their arms.

[hr][center][h2]Sunday August 1st, 2094, 2094, 17:15
Stavelot, Belgium[/h2][h3]Cooldown Room[/h3][/center]The upgraded lungs came in at just the right time, as with just a minute’s absence, Bea was back in the cooldown room out of her fishbowl and breathing air like a landlubber again…
…and unceremoniously collapsed onto the chair as the adrenaline washed out of her system. [color=#1EFF24]”I’m alive, I swear. No need to poke me with a stick.”[/color] She called out to the other two pilots as she watched the highlights. [color=#1EFF24]”You were determined to get that re-pass sewn up, weren’t you? You have seven rivets on the left side of your canopy, by the way, I got a very close look.”[/color] She joked with Amy, the ships having been close enough to start repelling each other.

[color=#1EFF24]”And you…”[/color] She turned to Paul, poking a finger in his direction before changing it to an offered hand to shake. [color=#1EFF24]”...Have some Belgian Malinois hidden beneath that Golden Retriever. Smells a win, grabs a hold of it and doesn’t let go without a fight!”[/color] She smiled.

Bea didn’t let Amy’s ‘fever dream’ comment sour her day. She’d worry about that existential crisis tomorrow. The crowd below the podium with her team front and center seemed to reenergize the Brit, jumping up onto the center step of the podium. Trophies were handed out, champagne opened, Bea smiling and laughing like a kid on Christmas the entire time. Then, in an unguarded moment, she turned her bottle of champagne upside down, stuck it under Paul’s collar and poured a decent bit of it down his back. And as the pressure in the champagne subsided and the celebrations petered out, she laid down by the edge of the platform the podiums were on, stuck her hand through the railing and down, dropping the remaining champagne to her team for Alistair and León to catch and pass around.

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Back to the interview, Bea was still bouncing with excitement. And she had plenty of reasons to. After all, the weather was clearing up, she was looking at a week in Belgium and Germany before the race at Nürburgring, everything was set up without a hitch for the Mulder fundraiser and she just won her maiden win on one of her favorite tracks.

[quote]”Beatrix Ward, race winner! How does that sound, how does that feel?[/quote]
[color=#1EFF24]”It sounds great and feels even better! I honestly didn’t think we would be doing half as good as we are this season, so to win a race and be fifth in the constructors’ standings is amazing. Flávia’s an undying optimist but even she didn’t have this on her bingo card.”[/color]

[quote]”What a move on Amy, and well, what a duel with Paul, you two looked so determined to get it over the line. Tell us what it was like, because that looked like one for the ages!”[/quote]
[color=#1EFF24]”Yeah, Amy took me longer than we planned, but we improvise, adapt and overcome. We knew where our ship is stronger and planned accordingly. I guess she wasn’t expecting patience or planning from me?”[/color] Bea shrugged with a chuckle and a bit of self-deprecating humor, [color=#1EFF24]”And for the rest of the race, I was lucky to have a very good dance partner today, no foul moves, steady hand on the controls and cool head on his shoulders.”[/color] She was this close to saying something about ‘other pilots’ but bit her tongue. Speak no ill of the dead, or at least those dead to the sport.

[quote]”I think I speak for everyone that we wish we could see duels like that in Formula AG every week!”[/quote]
[color=#1EFF24]”Yeah, that would be great, wouldn’t it? I don’t know what our doctors would think of that though, it’s quite an exercise. I think Ivan and our cardiologist would have an aneurysm if we made a habit of this, and that’s coming from someone with a synthetic heart!”[/color] Bea laughed, [color=#1EFF24]”But it was fun to drive and no doubt fun to watch. Races like this, Tokyo or Silverstone are what people think of when they hear ‘Formula AG’ and that’s how it should be. This is the sport, this is what should matter.”[/color]

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Bea sat cross-legged on the garage floor, clearly dressed for the night’s celebrations with the crew with a colorful asymmetrical shirt, a black leather jacket, dark blue jeans and black knee-height lace-up boots, leaning against her ship with her helmet in her lap. [color=#1EFF24]”So we did it. First win in the big league.”[/color] She spoke in an uncharacteristically calm manner, looking up at the camera. Two hours later she’d be drunkenly singing Battle Beast's ‘Last Goodbye’ with Alistair and Pete Hayes, but right now she was in that span of time when the facts were still registering. [color=#1EFF24]”Happened a lot sooner than I thought, even if it might be a while before the next one. It all came together just the way it should have, and the result speaks for itself. And as much as I’d love to hang this on my living room wall and hopefully keep adding more as the years go on, I think I figured out a better thing to do. I’ve got a better way to celebrate my successes,”[/color] She raised her right arm into view, a black marker circle with the words ‘FA win 1 here’ on her forearm just below the elbow, the words ‘Live at Bea Draws Stuff, Sunday 8th at 17:00 UTC’ appearing on screen for a few seconds. [color=#1EFF24]”So I thought I’d pass it off to one of you guys: You bloody legends without whom our sport wouldn’t exist.
We’ll auction this off. Bidding starts tomorrow at 12:00 PM UTC, link somewhere down there as always, ends Sunday 15th at 11:59 PM and whatever it sells for I will match and donate the lot to a non-profit or charity of the winning bidder’s choice.
If the winner doesn’t choose anything, it’ll go to ‘Safety First’, which is a non-profit aimed at safe and responsible spaceflight. Full disclosure, Safety First is run by Daniel Walsh, who is a former classmate of mine. I’m not trying to feed a friend’s organisation, Dan’s a good lad and his folk are doing great work in their field, so that’s why that choice. If you object, bid high and choose something else.”[/color] She smiled into the camera before it turned into a big, dumb grin.
[color=#1EFF24]”Now, if you’d excuse me.”[/color] She jumped to her feet, seemingly reenergized to her usual levels. [color=#1EFF24]”I just won my first Formula AG race, there’s a keg with my name on it somewhere and it would be criminal to keep it waiting.”[/color] She bolted out of the room, the camera lingering on the helmet with the ship in the background before fading to black.

[b]AndesAG:[/b] absolutely over the moon, screamed my voice away. my neighbor threw a brick through my window to let me know he also wanted bea to win 😀
	[b]Mate0:[/b] Shame Ava dropped. Still a baller result.
		[b]Zero:[/b] Fight’s now on with Zygon. MMR are in the dust.
[b]CarreraCarmen:[/b] Double points and a win, let’s goooooo!! 🎉🏆
[b]Hotstuff:[/b] what a season! five rookies, four got maiden wins and the korean android still has half a season to make it.
	[b]Mate0:[/b] Just as long as they stay in the bottom half of the standings where they belong.
[b]Zero:[/b] is this the actual helmet or a replica?
	[b]MadBea:[/b] It’s the actual helmet. You take me for a liar? 😛
		[b]Sol_de_Mayo:[/b] Holy shit!
		[b]Zero:[/b] Bidding
		[b]Cats4Life:[/b] How about pieces of the ship?
			[b]MadBea:[/b] You can have my entire first chassis. You can come pick it up with a vacuum cleaner and a sieve. 😀
		[b]CloroxEnjoyer:[/b] What’s the starting bid at?
			[b]MadBea:[/b] 1p. You decide how much it’s worth to you.
[b]NoahOfStavelot:[/b] Torn up that Paul didn’t win but can’t complain about the show.
	[b]Cookiesaurus:[/b] kinda mad about the restart not doing much. Was hoping amy would join the fight.
[b]NineIron:[/b] I opened a big bag of crisps for this race and completely forgot to eat any past lap five!
	[b]Richie:[/b] Novel weight loss approach.
[b]Shel1:[/b] Dorian seems to be phoning it in already.
	[b]DohnJoe:[/b] zenix continues to be a whole badass and half
	[b]ChesterFromChester:[/b] Grid Granny Flo showing the young whippersnappers how things are done.
	[b]UrbanMaverick:[/b] And Benji regretting stepping into shit.
[b]GalwayGirl:[/b] First sleeping in during the off season and now a whole keg? Keeping up your regimen I see. 😛
	[b]MadBea:[/b] Astrid exists and you’re giving me shit for celebrating? 😀

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