][centre][h1] Bellatrix Olympus. Nordic. Jordan. Desert Dunes. 17 -11 - 2094.[/h1][/centre][/b] [b][h2][centre][color=fff200]Jordan[/color][/centre][/h2] [/b] [b][h3][centre][color=fff200] Race n Rally. Lucky 8. 17-11-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] [b][h2][centre][color=fff200]Sweden.[/color][/centre][/h2] [/b] [b][h3][centre][color=fff200]Streaming. 06-11-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] [color=ec008c]“So. We are going to be playing villainous, we have our usual group plus I persuaded my brother to join us on stream, I promise not to torment you too much bean stalk” [/color] “Sure Princess tinkerbell, your making me pay for my own drinks too!” Bellatrix woke up happy but somewhat hungover after that stream, her brother had joined the usual crowd of guests and friends for her more adult game night. It was fun though and Bellatrix rolled over looking out the window sprawled in bed and pulling an oversized hoody on with fluffy slippers to make a coffee, eat some food, have a shower and maybe feel human after. Someone has started shots and… Bellatrix had been drinking Tequila and enjoying an old Disney based board game with good company. Definitely feel human after hitting espresso on her coffee maker and letting the bio degradable pod drop out of the machine into a broken mug by it. She almost made a hot chocolate with an espresso pod. Now if only she remembered where her phone charger was… … [b][h2][centre][color=fff200]Estonia.[/color][/centre][/h2] [/b] [b][h3][centre][color=fff200]Girls trip. 08-11-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] *snap* Bellatrix posed with Ren as they visited Tallinn for a weekend off, the French media manager and also her friends convinced her to take a few days off after the crazy time in the desert of America and booked a flight to Estonia. She uploaded the image to her social media. “Bella and Ren in Estonia, hashtag Euro trip.” The two were in a hotel overlooking the entire city with cocktails, lunch and gone exploring the city prior adventuring down the back streets and just getting away from the factory. Ren had a good sense of the other woman's personality by now… Bellatrix had been a little quiet for the chaotic and emotionally loud woman so quickly figured the brush off of Federated states media and aftermath was not as brushed off as it claimed. So one plan later, she had dragged her off for a weekend to break the cold, dark weekend for a slightly less northern climate. It took a fair bit of pushing but it turned out the whole idea belonged to Astrid who had suggested they get out, Tallinn was a great party city to celebrate and relax. It was not all drinking, they also had visited a castle and a palace on their trip with a few photos uploaded with some light editing by Ren who had grabbed Bellatrix phone and touched up the sky to look less depressing. It still was Winter in Estonia but winter was nicer than winter in Sweden here, the city was a nicer place than the surroundings of the factory base for Nordic Call. Granted they did wake up tender headed after going on a night out that finished with cocktails from the roof top bar of the high end hotel Asteid had suggested. Drunken Bellatrix turned out to be rather more open and it turned out Ren wanted to slap her ex had they been in the same nation or had access to her air miles card. Her idea of more cocktails had not been best come morning but it seemed a good idea then. Ren was just glad her friend was seeming more like her normal self for the break. Plus the constant reminder of Nordics Factory was a few hundred miles away in an entirely different country. The language in Estonia was plain odd.. not anything like the other languages in Europe. They picked up a few basic courtesy but remained at places where people spoke English. All in all it was a more centred, confident and calm Bellatrix who returned to Nordic Call that Monday afternoon though she was probably still illegal to drive even then… … [b][h2][centre][color=fff200]Sweden.[/color][/centre][/h2] [/b] [b][h3][centre][color=fff200]After action. 12-11-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] “So. Our pilot is seemingly on the up again?” The team principal asked, having talked though Astrid's concerns and personally approved the Monday afternoon return. The Pilots were professionals and beyond superhuman in some aspects but mentally still human and the team had to manage that aspect of the racing season's pressure too. His Pilots took the odd weekend to relax and kept getting results for Nordic. Well that was entirely something he could get behind. They needed to deliver real results and he had the various investors, share holders and others on his ass about everything from next season's projected costs to branding valuations and more. “Yes, a little sore headed, but not unfit to race come Jordan. She is doing better boss. Give her a soft ball to get back into her flow.” Sif said as she had been pulled into a quick meeting between other planned work for the team boss. “Good, il get team security increased regardless for Jordan. Hire some locals if need be. We got a few reporters who did us a favour.” They said adding another note to a pile of notes of things to do, people to talk to and more besides. “They are likely less feral, but better safe than losing a Pilot because press are assholes. Bellatrix is shaping up well and I'm pretty sure that last race made the dumb rumours about her and Paul more popular.” Sif said, discussing the silly events going on around the team. “Media, if we don't need em.. I'll keep Gossip and a few others off our media lists for now. Let Bellatrix know we got her back on this. I have a AGFIA call coming up about the new season.” They sighed and turned to their Holo as the door closed with a click. It was gonna be hours of pointless arguments. Maybe he should have taken a weekend away like his pilot did! … [b][h2][centre][color=fff200]Jordan.[/color][/centre][/h2] [/b] [b][h3][centre][color=fff200]Walk about. 17-11-2094[/color][/centre][/h3] [/b] Jordan was cool for a desert but it was winter, nights dropped lower and even the day time heat was far far more bearable than the salt flats. The team had arrived at a landscape that looked timeless and home to many classic movies, media and stories that had found their inspiration here. Their base area was blended into the landscape clad in local stone and intended to respect rather than command the landscape that surrounded them. The trucks had quickly begun the organised and highly prepared chaos of unloading the entire team's gear, ships and more in a matter of hours. From empty space to full of people, tools, noise and activity in a time less than a work day. The first few hours of chaos left Bellatrix alone so she and her local security had wandered down to the main area with a stern-faced woman who had served in the Israeli Police and did MMA tournaments for fun. She did however let the kids and so engage with her. It was a little different than last time, usually she had security but less direct, not needed now it seemed she did and at least they chose someone who was not the typical 6 foot plus muscle bound truck of a man. A woman smaller, yes, she had already placed a very firm grip on a Gossip reporter's arm and sent them away with a withering glare..maybe it had advantages. She took some time before they pulled her off to the next media event. [hr][h2]Pilots’ Group Chat[/h2][quote][color=fff200][b]Paul[/b][/color] I am not surprised. There are tons more fanfictions out there about me. I have made it a policy not to care and chase them down. I don’t really care about them. I only really step in when I feel someone else might be wronged over the press’ shenanigans. If I protest or comment it only makes it worse. I am just grateful that if my mother has seen them, she has never asked me about them. Talk about awkward! 😂[/quote] [color=fff200][b]Bea[/b][/color] Ah, the luxury of people who don’t run art channels with fan submissions and therefore can avoid this (seriously, even AI-powered filters can’t deal with all the porn I get sent…) [quote][color=fff200][b]Paul[/b][/color] @Bellatrix I am not going to ask why you think the next chapter would be super kinky. That is information I don’t need Princess Brat! 😀 [/quote] [color=fff200][b]Bea[/b][/color] Princess Brat! 😂 [color=fff200][b]Bea[/b][/color] Also, have you seen the fight you two had on track? Bet you a fiver the next chapter features handcuffs and a whip. 😛 [color=fff200][b]Bea[/b][/color] Hmm. Do I dare? [color=fff200][b]Bea[/b][/color] Do I dare ask what everyone’s wildest piece of fan content is? 😀 [color=fff200][b]Bellatrix.[/b][/color] @paul. I have a Dungorn at family home. ;) but it's really just used to store junk and my brother's spare rock stuff. Signed. Princess Brat :) @Beatrix. Deal, don't tempt a girl with a good time lol. Ps…also. I got sent a creepy story… im not sure i can even fully type it out… it involved a ship..ship… Ps. Anyone else feeling like Anakin..and sand…