Marinalia (Romus) Olympus
Old Harbour . Sunday Lunchtime, Race main stands, Pit lane, Lunch time.
Marilania watched the pit crew suddenly jump into action as the car prepared to arrive in, tyres places and ready alongside lines of fuel cans and pre set places long practiced, perfected and prepared ready to jump thr momment thr cars brakes stopped. Joel and Tommy soon swapped places and jumped both seemed to mechanically slot into the clockwork below and in less time than she could type a face book status or check her makeup in a mirror. Below the car soon sped out its slot when a high vis clad marshal gave a exaggerated thumbs up to the driver as a all clear when things where safe and the put lane was clear.
Tommy soon joined the mid pack and the screens bliped across the change of driver graphics and a crisply British voiced presenter seemed to cut to a short slot describing the swap and the potential tactics that the lead car had just used. They waffled abit but she could understand them better than some of the other Europeen segments. Watching it cut to Tommy passing one of slower cars and the places swap, it seemed Tommey was a natural in the mid pack, dancing the car about in thr jumbled groupings of racers.
Smiling as Joel came up and hearing the familiar comments about her coffee and rolling her eyes a tiny bit at it. She merely responded by Sipping her overly sweet coffee. Burnt Anti freeze, father and son seemed to be a hive mind.
No one seems to agree with me on coffee... Only a White Choclate mocha, extra shot, vanilla, cream and mini marshemmlows topped with some Choclate sprinkles.
I swim like multi km a time so. Treats. Looking over to Lou, and Joels dad who seemed determined to make things difficult or at least have a joke. They all seemed to be cut from the same sheet metal. The air hostess comment seemed to be one determined to get her into a hole. Not understanding some of the race data and bars on the system she had kept with the main cameras and broadcasts. The purples and time splits where obvious but the graphs soon dissolved into gibberish.
The Air hostess uniform had been made by a small tailors in London, Madame Parfits Tailoring, specialising in custom and one offs hand made. Hers had original badges, logos and genuine accessories sourced from wherever contacts the skilled owner had. A BA uniform replica restyled to be rather less appropriate for work, hand fitted, perfectly accurate colours and even down.
hey, you wish not Joels dad.
Would you like your mango, passion fruit and vanilla frapachino with cream sir, alongside your eye mask or when we taking off? Laughing and giving joels dad a relaxed smile as she put on a very crisp queen's English accent. Noticing Joel her grey eyes did not hide the emotional impact of the morning, the jokes where partly distracting her from the problems and issues lieing deeper underneath. Her was was always to throw somthing between her and problems. That and her dark aviators.
hey, great race there! Seems you can drive dear.
Ummm, things escalated quickly? How's the race going, outside the bullshit for the TV? Standing and hugging Joel rather impulsively without thinking, not wanting to explain to everyone but quietly so Joel could only hear as best possible given the slightly crowded hauler. Deciding she could trust Joel she shook her aviators a tiny bit lower revealing her eyes telling a slightly diffrent story to her presented image.
Ummm, I was joking... But I do have a custom BA style uniform that might get me fired if I wore it to work... Not just for the wrong company. Giving a slightly cheeky smile that contrasted with her eyes version of her, still concerned and somewhat still processing events. The little jokes and stuff helping keeping the Jazz night away from the front of her mind.
Victoria looked over seeing Allison and her brushed off response at forst section moving to snall talk and somthing about a car. Snaps? Must be someone's name. Maybe they liked Coco pops? Or there parents did. Allison reminded her a second of the woman who was with Milo bringing the memory harshly back to her minds eye. She was not the same but the hair clour linked the two events in her mind.
Hey, Ummm I have spent too long with doctors... Sorry... Ii just... Defensive.Looking at the race cars below the IHI car was racing out of the pit lane and sped out into the race track. Cameras panned and followed the car as it weaved into the traffic of the mid pack. The race there was agreesive and at most heated, thr danger of a crash was high and everyone was weaving aggressively trying to best position to get a good pit lane slot and prepare well for there final driver changes.
yeah, we got good seats... My sisters freind is driving, and other things... We got ringside. Her race pass ID with a distinct Polar star logo on the facing side brushed aside a second she turned to back of stand wondering why such a car would be off the track. No cars where retired or failed to make the race, maybe it was one of the former race cars?
oh, you know someone racing? Or one of thr past winners? Snap is a driver? The Nissan down there might be challenging you.
I'm just a tad slower on my feet, and stairs not exactly freinds! Long as I Don t miss the race end. I wanna see if our guy wins. Gesturing to a walking stick next to her and placing a hand on her arm rest, her Oposites ring finger glittering with a pale blue gem stoned ring. Deciding she could, if it was not far away and easy ernough maybe with someone to give her a hand on the worst part of the metal steps potentially.
Generally relaxed she looked back watching the race below, the first pit stops kicking in and graphics showing multiple driver swaps, cars and potential positions post pull ins. The first swap would be the deciding one to see how the next phase and planned swaps later would play out. It was all on Tommy to place well so Joel could make his run for the podium places.
Glancing over she saw Ashton watching the race. And seeming to enjoy it. She seemed to know or know of Ashton. But the emergency services community probbly was a small one.
Galnacing she saw no messages of Milo or missed calls off any note. One from Cardinal via one of her encrypted Voip apps, he tended not to mind and she would pick up later. If it was work related that could waiting till Monday afternoon.
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