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Ashton Griffone || Central Point || Public Party || Friday Evening


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At one point, one of the paramedics decided to speak to her and the tall firefighter directed her attention to the woman. She didn't remember seeing her, but Sol City was big and it wasn't too unlikely if the two of them ever run into each other on the job. Their sort of occupations tended to cross paths often and some rumors often were spoken about each department. Her question however made her a little surprise as she had to think a moment, while waving to her companions as they bid it a night. Crossing her arms over her chest and giving a thoughtful look as she tried wracking her brain back to the knowledge she received back in school. Snapping her fingers, she gave a big grin and took the boogie board from around her neck and started to scribble in it.

Listing off 'Spes, Luna, and Juno' but underneath that list was also pertaining the words that represented some Roman Goddess. 'Hope, Dawn, Moon' and gave a bright smile. Amethyst gaze sparkling as she stared at the fellow hard working individual dedicated to saving lives in hopes that she assisted her in whatever she was particularly up to.

Just then, her phone buzzed and she had to glance down at it to see a fellow coworker ask for some assistance. Giving a silent chuckle, Ashton texted back before looking to the paramedic and bowing a little, giving a wave of farewell along with her bright smile. As if to say she hoped they would meet once more, though maybe on more pleasant terms, before she took her leave to head on to her friend's place to lend a hand.

Ashton Griffone || Central Point || Saturday Morning






It took some time and it was a long morning, but eventually Ashton managed to help some moving boxes and helped a bit of heavy lifting. Though her back was a little sore, she was fine. Now that a few hours have passed, the dirty blonde was found snoozing on a public bench, obviously a bit exhausted from playing around most of the night then helping a friend move some boxes.
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Marinalia (Romus) Olympus

Old Sol Airport race testing.
Saturday Morning





Marinalia looped round a couple of times and slowed down banking into the wind slightly for extra resistance bringing the flaps to a slow descent down to the runway. The extreme serris of G forces and tight movements of the aircraft had thrown up her head, even an experienced pilot could only do it so many times before you felt it. Banking in slowly and hitting the radio switch on the controls to the ground section.

“Ground, coming into land, southern approach.

Great race guys, that was a close one!

Engines running hot, tell the mechanic to let it cool before parking it. ”


Coming into land and throttling down on the runway they far too long for her small aircraft and keeping it a few feet off the ground for most of the way before dropping it and coming to a halt near the group safely cutting the engines and waiting for the mechanics to put the chocks on the wheels. Climbing out talking to the mechanic and passing on the engine heat issue. The final run she had dialed up the fuel mix for more power and speed at expense of heat, the smaller engine will was not meant entirely to run that hard for a sustained period.

Heading over to the group and hugging her aunt and family who had gathered waiting collecting her coffee off Marla and Sipping the overly sweet beverage. Looking over and seeing a rather triumphant Joel, her aunt looking sour and Tommy laughing with her grandfather, it was a slightly surreal scene. The older man seemed impressed that the car did live up to its billing.

“seems you have your sponsorship. My granddaughter is excellent pilot Mr Lormax, though I am naturally biased.

Most impressive display gentlemen.

Im Afraid Mr Nicolosi. i do not carry that much cash, They have electronic transfers these days, im not from the times of Homer and the iliad, you might want to try it sometime. ”


Her Grandfather directing a small bard back at the driver, his daughter had been harsh but she still was his daughter. Keeping his cool, he decided that was enough, a quick email on the flight back to the city and the Finance department would handle it in the morning on Monday.

Marla deciding to keep quiet out of diplomacy decided that picking up a fight with the racing driver was a bad idea, the men should be able to bond over there love of over fancy toys with hitch power engines, that cost way too much money. Vesarian quiet and watching decided that the car would definitely be approved by the bosses, the racing cars where not exactly there normal business but they needed something to create some better headlines. Seeking in a cooler Russian tinged English from years with a Russian crew.

“I will tell my bosses that this seems like we would be wise to invest. My daughter almost won two of two so my bias is happy.

Come on Marla, let's get a coffee ”


Deciding trouble was best avoided and heading off to the office nearby with Marla and avoid the brewing explosive argument between the racing driver and Marla. Marinalia walking over and noticing Joel being abit of a ass about winning. It seemed there was defenitely abit of the tension between the two, Tommy was the diplomat, Joel the firey aggressive one.

“thanks Grandpa, our racing friends seem to have us at a draw, Thanks for letting me have abit of fun, Tommy, wait, jazz disaster, at the bar. Now I know where I place you. Glad you got out OK.

You drive fast. Just not fast enough!

See ya, coffee just inside the door“


Turning to Joel, rather much happier after the racing and high speed laps, even if the thought of food was not entirely positive. Sipping on her coffee happily, rather sweet but it was a nice treat.

“Hey Joel, seems team ground had it by a fraction of a second.

You won, though I'd of had you if the straight was a little longer. Seems we at a draw, my engine needs to cool down after the last run

So, what you going to do about it, team Tyres? ”

Teasing him a little she smiled and undid her pony tail from flying leaving the flight helmet in the helicopter swapping over to a pair of vintage aviators in the bright morning sunshine. Watching the teams begin to take down they air pylons, they had to get the airport back clear and they took a while to deflate and store.

Noticing the other team members scattered about, she was feeling elated at the racing, adrenaline still taking a while to disparate. Giving him a kiss on the cheek and laughing slightly knowing it would definitely throw a few cats among alot pigeons.

“I'm short of handkerchiefs so that will have to do. ”

Watching out corner of sunglasses she saw a look the older man's eyes who looked related telling her Joel was not going to be hearing the last of that moment for a while. Could not let him get away with beating her scot free.




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Milo chuckled as she metioned the commute, he was a lucky guy that his job wasn't any farther than his restroom, the traffic in the city could get ridiculous. He grabbed the tea from the counter, he had packs of Twinnings that he could use but he was feeling confident that he could handle making a better lady grey. He started to set the tea in the infuser, he knew what went into the lady grey, so he added the general ingredients, and a couple of spices he usually added to his own tea and poured the water.

"Yeah, the commute is pretty nice, I never have to deal with the traffic downtown. Also, I could turn you on to coffee with a single sip, french press Kona coffee, you'd be smitten." Milo chuckled as he took his first sip from the cup. He picked the pot up and poured the now brewed tea into a mug as well, and set it down with a small tray of sugar, cream, honey and lemon juice. "It's lady grey, but, more."
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Victoria Darya Romus

Friday evening . Various locations





Victoria relaxed a little more as things seemed to pass by slightly, jokes about work, commutes and various little things. It certainly beat the photo ans ghost of deathstars past. Emparor Paige could sit in orbit for a while. The weather seemed good and the sun shines in. Marilania must be doing well out at the race track in this weather, the conditions where almost perfect for her. Shame the airport was not nearer, it would of been quite the show.

Her morning was probbly alot more relaxed than her sisters, a dozen of so messages probbly waiting on her phone sat in her handbag in the bedroom. Those could be dealt with later, Victoria was happy with her morning as it was.

Mines a little more portable... A laptop is easier to carry than a anvil, though works been a little quiet, new city and all.

Il not be turned that easily good sir!


Laughing slightly the coffee smelt beuterful but it was a little game, not make everything too easy for him, she had to show abit of spirit as unlike Disney seemed to thinkpeople did not fall in love, get married and be happily ever after in a week. The Tea however was home made and smelt amazing, she was not a expert but definitely could tell that was definitely great tea. The simple tea bag she used in morning, even worse Marilania sometimes stand by with milk powder when on early starts. Coffee drinkers probbly had nightmares form that mug.

Sipping the tea slowly with a little lemon and honey, it was like first class service!

umm...so so good. Your spoiling me... Not that I'm gonna complain! This is better than first class BA.

I may have to visit more often! We mostly have some form of instant at home. Il have to repay favour some time...


Happily Sipping tea in a lazy morning eating some of the fruit from the bowl, resting a small pale hand oh his, ring glinting in the morning sunlight perching on a stool with legs dangling somewhat made for taller people as always though it showed rather a bit of leg, the shirt dress she had made was a tad shorter than planned. Her response was a little silly but the morning, party and general good vibes seemed to be lowering her inhabaitions slightly.

thanks seems I might want to keep you!. Seems fire alarms and cold nights had a good ending.

Though the first resavations had hit hard, the rocky pot holes seemed to have passed for now. Hopefully Paige would stay out way long ernough, if not it seems the defenitely upset a few Cronies in a past life. At least her ex, s where stuck to England and Russia... Hopefully. Long as the reporter back at Jazz night forgot to publish her name and such in his article about events in England, the press abroad did not seem to care but the news back home still had abit of grudge to grind with Polar star and her father by default being thr guy they caught. Hopefully she could go unnoticed and make a clean break from that for now.




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Joel Nicolosi


As the celebration faded, Joel saw Marlin approaching. He was darkly satisfied that he had been disciplined enough not to run his mouth until after the race was over. Marinalia’s big mouth aunt had to eat it first, which was immensely gratifying. Seeing her sour look of dejection stoked a derelict flame of misguided happiness inside of him and he audibly laughed as she trounced away with the others to cry in her overpriced coffee cup. Payback’s a bitch, bitch. He thought. He had a few more choice words for Captain Rental Car concerning the nature of winning. One could have also said she nearly lost twice, but he let it go. It didn’t matter if it was an inch or a mile, winning was winning. It was essentially the first rule of racing. That, and always beat your teammate. Joel was satisfied he covered that bit as well.

You won, though I’d of had you if the straight was a little longer…

“I didn’t even have the pedal halfway down,” Joel said with a cocky smirk. He had something else that he really wanted to say, but held his tongue. The timing wasn’t right. He leaned back against the car, remembering they still had a decent amount of work to do, though for now he was going to soak this one up. He watched her make a show of taking her hair down wondering if she thought she was the first woman to flick her hair at him. The scene felt like that moment they’d traded jabs at the Cargo office a few days ago. Beating her in the race aside, it seemed she was fairly interested, which hadn’t happened in a while, with anyone. The tension was evident. Several warring parties in his head vied for control of what was going to come out of his mouth next. However, her surprise peck on the cheek meant there was really no choice and the timing was right. Before she could back away he gently reached and took her arm stopping her from pulling away so he could whisper in her ear, getting close enough to smell the scent of perfume combined with whatever shampoo she used and a touch of Av-gas. In the lightest of tones, barely audible above the gentle breeze over the tarmac.. he reminded her of her statement from earlier: loser buys lunch. “I like my steak cooked medium-rare,” He said. “Probably a Guiness on the side, I’m gettin’ kinda hungry.”

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Marinalia (Romus) Olympus

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Saturday Morning





Marinalia watched Joel argue somewhat with her family, they managed to agree to agree to the sponsorship and the deal was agreed. It was down to the lawyers and managers to transfer the funds over and sort out the stuff behind the scenes and work out the paperwork, her job was to just race the plane and put on a good show for everyone. Though Joel, her family, there was a Gala event coming up for the race team and that was going to be fun if the kept up the tension and smaller arguments all evening.

Sighing slightly at the thought of keeping bickering folks apart there always was a bar and as family, a free one because they were hosting the whole thing, Victoria was invited, Maria, Vesarian, Mike, and more. It was at least going to be a chance to catch up on things.

Slightly suprised by the abrupt reaction to the kiss and rather direct manner of Joels response to it. There was a slightly rougher nature to him though the whole downtown guy and a uptown girl seemed to remind her of greese, though she had a cool leather jacket this time. Dinner, well lunch certainly was not a expensive price to pay for losing, though she was rather not hungry after ending the last run on 8.8G and high speed had turned her stomach off food for a few hours. Placing boot heal on the soft part of his foot above the toe cap, quietly replying.

“And she,s my Aunt… so please leave it be. She a Trauma surgeon.I known where squishy bits are.

Yeah right. Why was it so close then Team ground? “



Resting her foot with a gentle pressure and shaking his hand off her arm with a gentle but firm movement and stepping back a little. He was not entirely in control, a slightly serious, part tease to her accent evident.

“well Im still on clock for the flight back in afraid. You can come with us on helo and take my Land Rover and grab lunch, or take a rain check on lunch maybe mid week when I'm not on flight rota?

The Co pilot is not allowed to fly solo yet, kinda doing my bosses a favour and trying to get em abit of practice in before the license test...everyone was a nugget once right.

So. Your choice hotshot.“


Handing over a her coffee recciet from her sugary concoction from a Sol Bucks in the airport, on the back a neatly written phone number in a looping handwriting. Sipping her coffee and finishing it off before shaking it to try and find some more and failing.

“damn… tall one next time… “


Standing back and giving her grandfathers raised eyebrow a wave, a eye roll would suit but the sunglasses obscured her eyes too well, the dark lenses hard to see through even in bright sunlight. Looking round the airport, the race car, planes and all that effort for one race. Blimey Tommey and Maxamillion sure where not exactly sparing expense this weekend.

Maxamillion was happy with the course of events, tapping away a email on a surprisingly latest gen smart phone for his generation, hitting send and waiting for a buzz of conformation.

“Mr Lormax, you can expect payment on Monday… long as your driver does not talk me out of it… got it.

Please, contact my PA if there's any problems. “


Adding last bit quietly at end so only Tommy could hear, he could appreciate Marla was definitely not always a play well with other type, but type or not daughters where daughters, and blood was worth more than gold. A certain stealy glint in his eyes, Maxamillion was two men, a family man who doted on his growing number of grandchildren and a Ceo in the boardroom making choices that cost millions in contracts, purchases and effected thousands of jobs directly and indirectly.

Vesarian and Marla grabbed a coffee at the office, chatting casually about things and events back in England he had missed at sea. The life he enjoyed had its price, he missed his daughters, Maria, Marla. Despite a rocky time relations had rebuilt, though if anything came of the Gala, alcohol, and music who knew. The line between love and hate was rather thin.

Only time would tell what happened.




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"'48. Its atomic number is 79.'"

Kriss glanced around the lounge area, checking to see if anyone had left a smartphone or laptop that he could consult. His own phone, an old flip-top model, was lucky to even have Solitaire. He had owned a smartphone before, a few years ago. But that was before training. Kriss had seen the numbers. The death toll. People couldn't stop using them, even in a vehicle going twenty miles over the speed limit. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the slideshows, but he had seen the casualties first-hand. He didn't want to blame smartphone manufacturers. They weren't forcing people to text and drive. But they were making it easier. Fingerprint-unlocking. Voice detection. Talk to text. Everything was becoming more and more convenient. The numbers between drunk driving and "distracted" driving were getting terrifyingly close to each other. Last year, more people were involved in collisions from their phone than from alcohol.

Idiots.

Fortunately for everyone, the little incident last night was neither of those. Readings indicated her blood pressure had dropped dramatically, causing dizziness and fainting. She was stable by the time they reached the hospital and Kriss doubted she would be admitted for long. They had returned to the squad building without further incident, minus a brief stop to grab a cheeseburger for dinner. He had considered ordering a pizza (the local pizzeria was on his phone's speed dial) but it was late, so he settled for a combo meal. It was gone within a half hour of parking the ambulance, and after a brief shower and "good night" to Kelly, who decided to return home, he crashed out in his bunk.

He slept through the sunrise, so his morning jog was a bit warmer than usual, but otherwise it looked to be another classic Saturday. Sit around and wait for a call. Maybe finish the crossword puzzle before the new one was delivered. Unlikely. It was still missing most of the answers. They weren't kidding around with their 3-star ratings. Snap didn't have the energy to work up any more answers the night before and she wouldn't be in until noon. Kriss glanced up at the clock. 11:53. She would be here at any time. He considered the prospect of having an actual breakfast before lunchtime, but the cereal bar was still working just fine. Maybe he would hit the town for lunch.

*slam!*

The sound of metal banging against metal indicated the arrival of Snap. Kriss ignored the noise, then raised an eyebrow and glanced toward the door. He didn't recognize the footsteps. It sounded like a pair of boots rather than Snap's squeaky sneakers. He heard a soft cough, like someone clearing their throat, and he remembered that there was no one at the front desk. Tossing the newspaper and pen onto the table, he buttoned his collared shirt and ran a hand through his hair. Look good, feel good. Whoever it was, he was representing the SCVRS and needed to be professional. He stepped out into the corridor and into the front office, if you could call it that. It was the size of a jail cell, with a wide front window (minus the window) and a wooden desk covered in paper that really, really needed to be rearranged.

He was greeted by a young woman. Late teens if Kriss could hazard a guess. She had brilliant red hair resting over her shoulders and behind her back and dull brown eyes. She looked eager, but nervous, and her hand hovered over the front pocket of her jeans where her phone was. To Kriss, though, all of this was eclipsed by her shirt. Specifically, it was an SCVRS polo, identical to his own. She was a volunteer, but he had never seen her before. He turned and checked the staff list for new names, but there were no fresh entries on the large whiteboard mounted to the back wall, nor was anyone scheduled to come in at noon besides Snap. She wasn't wearing a name tag, much less a badge, so she couldn't have completed training, and Snap hadn't mentioned any new volunteers. But here she was, wearing an SCVRS shirt and looking uncomfortable. Kriss blinked a few times, unsure of how to proceed. Crew worker? Visitor? Hello?

"Hello!"

The girl grinned and waved briefly in his direction, quickly returning her hand to her pocket. She was clearly struggling to resist getting on her phone. At least she wasn't rude. Unlike Kriss, who only now realized he hadn't addressed her yet.

"Hello," he said flatly, grabbing a pen from the desk and lifting the check-in sheet. "Your name?"

"Allison Hawthorne," she replied crisply, standing on her toes. Combined with the leather work boots she was wearing, she was almost as tall as Kriss. He turned to examine the whiteboard.

"Your name is not on the board. Are you a visitor?"

"Nope! I'm an EMT. I work here."

"No you don't," Kriss shot back a bit sharper than he intended. "Your name is not on the board."

The young lady scowled comically, then shrugged. "Well I don't know what to tell you. Does it say 'Ally?' That's my nickname."

"No, it does not," Kriss replied, starting to become impatient.

"Then write it in," a voice called out, accompanied by the loud slam of the metal front door. Snap appeared in the window a few seconds later.

"This is Allison Hawthorne. She just moved into Sol City. Said she was an EMT-1, so we ran a background check and she's passed all the preliminary courses. I know it's not standard protocol, but I'm authorizing her to volunteer for a week to see how she does."

Kriss complied, writing the name in his angled blocky handwriting at the bottom of the list with a dry erase marker.

"You ready for this weekend?" Snap asked, reaching into her pocket and frowning to find it empty.

"Yes," he replied, grabbing a can of honey-roasted peanuts from a desk drawer labeled [THE DRAGON] and tossing it to Snap, who cheered up instantly. The drawer contained nothing but snack food, and no one was allowed in it except Snap, for obvious reasons.

"Good. Allison will be on deck with you. Head on back," she said, motioning for Ally to head past the desk. Kriss listened to her boots tap along the corridor and sighed silently to himself.

"Hey," Snap muttered, tapping a finger on the desk to draw Kriss's attention. "Go easy on her. I'm making her work a 12 today. I know you don't like chipper people, even if you won't admit it, but she's new and I might not be there to help her on a call. I've already talked to the other squad chief and he says she's very professional on call. She's part of the team for the next seven days. Help her out, or I'll pull rank on you."

Kriss nodded, unable to stop the hair on his neck from rising. The only thing worse than Snap being hungry was Snap pulling rank. He had never made her mad enough to do it and he wasn't about to start now. He wrote Ally's IN and OUT hours on the board, then returned the marker to the desk and headed to the lounge area. He found himself face to face with the young woman, who was seating in one of the few chairs, typing away on her phone. He ignored the loud tapping sound and returned to his crossword. The clue from earlier was still unanswered. He picked up the pen and clicked it in and out, irritated. How many four-letter elements were there? Iron, lead,...neon...no, none of them fit. The third letter was L.

"Hey, Kriss? What's the WiFi password?"

Without getting up or turning to look at her, Kriss passed her a sticky note. She leaned forward and accepted it, glancing back and forth between the phone and note. An idea occurred to Kriss.

"Its atomic number is 79," he said aloud.

"Gold," she replied, still typing in the password.

"Thanks," Kriss responded. He sounded unimpressed, but as far as he was concerned, she had made a good first impression.
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Milo smiled as he finished his first cup and listened to Vika talk, she seemed to have let some of her reservedness go, she was more playful in a way. At this very moment he had no idea what he planned to do for the rest of the day, it was a saturday, and usually this was the day he either caught up on sleep or worked on nonpaying jobs, maybe depending on what Vika was doing he might have a better idea, as much as it was nice to have her around, if she went home he would probably try to ice fish or something.

"Do you have any plans today? Anywhere you need to go?" Milo asked now fiddling with her hand that she had set on his as he pour a second cup of coffee. "As much fun as we've had, I have the aching feeling the day to day is coming back to us."

Milo was grinning at the thought of what could only be described as day to day in this town, which has given him nothing less than strange days left and right, but oh well, things were calming down and seemed fine, however Milo looked up and out into his shop, there were a few tools out and some of his jobs, on top of the table was something covered in a blanket, he knew to be a surprise, something that struck him after meeting Vika, but then his heart sank, under the table he could see poking out, the shape of rifle parts, Milo wasn't completely sure what she would think of him dealing in gun parts since she had a past with it, not that what he was doing was entirely illegal, only when he makes a mistake does it get muddy. Milo got up and calmly shut the door to the shop.

"That shop has no insulation at all, leaving that door open can cool the whole house down, also tends to make it smell like ash." Milo grinned, waving his hand by his face gesturing to the smell, even though it really didn't.
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Saturday Morning. Final round Armoury





Victoria smiled, finishing her tea and seeing sun higher, she relised it was about time she found her clothes and headed back to find something she had not worn the previous evening as she had a dinner resavation with her dad, Half sister, Marla and Maxamillion at Centre Point she had completely forgotten a out in the haze of tea and a surprisingly good feeling about things, holding hands, ernough to make her forget she was not normal for a hour or two.

oh.... I forgot. Damn it.

Can you drop me off back at my place, Old Harbour, the old warehouse apartments? Ummm I'm meant to be meeting my family, and some of marlinw are a hotel for lunch in centre Point.

Sorry...


Moving her hand and pushing self off the stool carefully with a slightly unsteady start but quickly regaining balence using Milo as a handy support,

best breakfast I had in Sol city!

I cannot guarantee you good coffee though in old harbour in return, and I share with my sister, but you welcome to visit me.


Kissing him thanks and walking back a idea came across but was blocked by her own nerves and sense, there was plenty of time to be cheeky and the many layers of protection built round her took someone a while to be lowered. Heading back to thr bed room she did not bother closing the door, not like she had anything to hide at this point and soon changed back into the 30's dress, coat and found her shoes and costume jewellery scattered about after some looking.

Heading out she saw somthing she had not seen last time, no, it can't be, he was a blacksmith, not a gun Smith. Swords, railings, gates. Part of her going cold from the fear that her past might catch up with her again, she was not sure it was what she thought. Thete always was a chance to ask him later about it, when she was more composed and thought the issue over.

Tying to mask her worri s about it, and trying to concentrate on posetives, least her walking stick meaning she seemed steady. She was not scared of weapons, she had seen too many from time spent with her father, Vika has become the ships daughter at times, even shown how to fire a rifle when she was in her teens. The fear of past events, and the press that had followed was the real fear.

I'm ready if you feel up to it. Or I can get a cab.?

Nervous for the future, why did it always seem to return to the same thing, though this time he gentinely seemed to understand her making the situation a every more complicated one. Though from her sisters text, they likely would both have a intresting story to tell.




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SO, everyone do the time warp!

Time Skip to Work Day Wednesday . Morning to Late Afternoon . Weather is Warm and partly cloudy with sunny spells


To give us something different and change the pace a little, we are skipping a few days, and doing a free stage so if you want you can have the day off work, or explore your characters day to day life abit more. feel free to work and meet a few characters on their travels, or be social and enjoy a day off in the lovely Sol City.

As always, any questions please ask, remember not to feed gremalins after midnight and never invite in a vampire.

Feel free to use any time in the range, just like before please be clear what time zone you are in.

Enjoy, and thanks for sticking with us despite all the Guild issues, means alot :)
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Saturday Afternoon




Milo went off and took Victoria home, he wasn't about to let her take a cab home, he wasn't some kind of monster. Once she was home safe and sound Milo took the opportunity to spend his time catching up on his work that he had been putting off with all the excitement around town lately. Milo returned home and put away his keys and jacket before passing by his kitchen on the way back to the shop, he stopped for a moment before reaching into the trash bin and removing the broken picture frame from the garbage, he looked at it and smiled, "Guess I'm not as over it as I thought." He muttered in the silence, taking the picture and putting it away somewhere much less likely to be stumbled upon.


Wednesday Afternoon



Milo stood in his shop pounding away at a red hot piece of steel, the sound piercing through the air, heat was baking him through and sweat was pouring from him. However as he set the piece to cool and went over to a separate piece to work he stopped at his desk, the thought of getting a bit of work done on a side project caught his fancy, the usual reason his paying jobs took so long. Milo sat down with his own personal longsword, he had been working on it for some time it was nearly done. Milo set himself to sharpening the large blade slowly and carefully until his hand slipped and slid along the edge cutting his hand pretty good.

"Ah fuck!" Milo jumped up from his seat in a pain induced rage and chucked his sharpening stone across the shop floor, and let out a string of curses that only helped to make him feel better. The pain was pretty mild but the amount of blood was unpleasant, Milo went and grabbed a cloth and staunched it, kicked open the cabinet against the wall and pulled out a small box and a large unmarked bottle.

"Oh great, this is a day or two I'm gonna lose." Milo opened the box and inside was a suture kit, this was not the first or last time he had sliced open his hand or something and he figured it was easier and cheaper to just learn how to do it himself. He got out the needle and thread and opened the bottle, the alcohol smell was strong, it was something between moonshine and everclear, something he used to brew back in Delta with Ana and Paige, they are the only others that even know the recipe, he took a big drink of the liquid and then pour some over the needle and his wound. The burning was ridiculous, but you know that it is clearing it out, and with as steady a hand as he could he set to trying to stitch his own hand up.
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TIME: WEDNESDAY, 8 AM


"'62. Scarfed down.' Eat. No, past tense. Ate?"

Kriss hesitated, then wrote "ATE" beside clue 62. Crosswords were crafty with wordplay and it was rarely as easy at it seemed. The answer could just as well be "Had," and since he was doing everything in pen, he was trying to be careful. He had a few more clued in, mostly just names of actors or musicians that Ally had provided over the past four days. Most came from internet searches, though she knew a few off the top of her head, surprisingly. She was sharp. She was also talented. Snap hadn't been bluffing; Ally had definitely completed all of her training courses, and the one single call they had gone out on (a fender bender on Interstate 98 hardly worth mentioning), but she performed beautifully. She was more emotional than Kriss and, subsequently, was able to dissolve a fight between the drivers and calm down a panicked bystander. Snap usually handled that sort of thing but she had decided to let Ally have a go. Her youth and kindness played well in her favor, unlike the more coarse nature of Snap and blatant indifference of Kriss. She would have threatened to call the cops. He would have let them go at it and patched up the loser.

Since then, Ally had spent most of her time away from the building, though she assured Kriss that she would be available. She even dragged him out to her car, a well-worn Jeep Wrangler, to show him the short-wave radio mounted to the dashboard. She offered to give him a ride to show him how it worked. He declined, but it didn't seem to phase her. He assumed she was either in school or had a job, or maybe just spent her free time with her family or friends. Kriss didn't know, and he really didn't want to. He didn't know her address, education, or even her age. If she hadn't introduced herself, he wouldn't have known her surname either. All that mattered was that she was a capable driver and had carried over her training into the real world.

Unfortunately, that training did not involve water rescue. Allison's rescue squad was in a landlocked county. They didn't have a boat, which meant no on-site training. It had been mentioned in one of the slideshows as "something other squads do," so she was going to have to learn it here. Just being a good swimmer and knowing that you should always wear a life jacket doesn't cut it for water rescue. If there's a body in the water at midnight in 35-degree weather, someone has to go out and get them. She would be best off spending one entire 12-hour day on boat training. Ally had requested Wednesday morning, saying she would sleep over at the rescue squad. Kriss had approved, telling her to meet him in the lounge at 8 AM. He was up at 6:30, getting his usual morning jog and shower in and eating a proper breakfast for once and arriving at the lounge a half hour early.

It was now 8 AM and Ally was not present.

Kriss's phone buzzed to confirm that it was time to start training. He flicked it open and closed the alarm as a scowl worked its way onto his face. He tossed the puzzle onto the table and headed for the dorms. There were two sets, labeled MALE and FEMALE, that included a bathroom, shower, and lockers to hold belongings. Someone had installed a whiteboard and a coat rack for uniforms in the men's dorm, along with a dart board that had only three darts. The rooms were comfortable, with heating and cooling systems in both and four sets of bunk beds. Each could comfortably house eight people, though there were never that many present. In fact, as of today, there was no one else present in either, besides Allison. Kriss paused outside the women's dorm and rapped a knuckle on the thick wooden door.

"Ally. It's 8 AM."

Silence. Kriss wished Snap was here, but she wasn't in until 10, and the next paramedic didn't sign in until noon. He really did not want to invade her privacy, but tardiness was unacceptable. Thinking for a moment, Kriss decided to compromise. He faced the hallway, twisted the knob, and shoved the door open.

"ALLISON. WAKE UP," he called, looking away from the room and stepping aside to let the harsh overhead lights in the hallway stream into the room. He heard a yelp, a thump, and the sound of covers being thrown off of a bed.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I got in late last night I had an alarm but I guess I muted my phone that's weird it should have gone off anyway I'm sorry just let me get myself together" Allison responded, turning several sentences into one and speaking as quickly as possible. He slammed the door shut, cutting off any further excuses or apologies, and returned to the lounge area. Snap would be hearing about this.
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Saturday Night

Paige eased the door open to her apartment. Inside only the dark shadows of moving boxes and a few pieces of furniture cast against the walls. She had a small essential oils dispenser that glowed in an array of colors as it wafted a scent of eucalyptus through the air. Beyond her high balcony, only the quiet dim of Old Harbor reflected against the river with the western lights of Riverside. Tired, she felt around for the light switch, but having only spent a few scant hours in her new “home” since landing in Sol City, she had no luck finding the panel. Using the gentle glowing light as a guide she eased along the wall, nearly to the kitchen area, before she tripped over an unexpected box on the floor. Cursing under her breath, she pulled herself up to the countertop and swatted a barely visible switch. When the light came on she could see it had actually been a stack of boxes fallen over. The top one burst open on impact and various trinkets and other random items spilled out across the floor.

She moved aside a few things, reminding herself that she needed to at least try to cut down on her cursing. Her dad was always on her case about it. She mumbled to herself, thinking about one of his Bible lectures when she happened across a photo that stopped her cold.

Diamond Stadium was the backdrop of the shot, home of the Delta City Diamonds, ironically the arch rival of Sol City’s Angels football squad. The sky was crisp blue as the stadium towered behind. In the background, the parking lot was full of tailgaters going about their pregame activities. In the foreground, leaned against a bright white Audi R8 convertible stood Ana, Paige and Milo between them. Paige remembered how she “won” the car to drive in an office pool until Asset Seizure auctioned it off. Once again to her father’s annoyance, she and Ana skipped out of church early to cruise across town and meet Milo at the game. The two of them had only been on a few dates then. She looked at Milo, noticeably leaner, he had his arm casually over Ana and his other behind Paige against the car. The two girls leaned in for the shot. All were smiling broadly. Wearing matching tops in the bright red team colors, Ana and Paige both gave the #1 sign from opposing sides of the frame.

Paige found herself sitting and looking at the photo. It was a different time. She told herself. A lot different. Milo was fun at first and her and Ana looked so carefree. Of course Ana would go on to have her world turned upside-down by him and Paige felt herself marred by the profession she had chosen. No. She told herself. It wasn’t a choice, it was a calling. She was doing what she was born to do. Still, she felt she was always being pulled into the dark. It wasn’t long before she was transferred that she and Ana had gone to see a psychic reader. Ana thought it would be good fun. Paige thought it was something they were only going to joke about and never actually do, but there they sat in a dimly lit boutique shop as an older woman smoked and read their palms.

“All I can see with you is the ocean, honey.” The woman said to Ana. “You’re future looks calm for now… just in motion, hard to see. My vision looks west though, which is a positive sign.”

Paige visibly rolled her eyes before the older woman snatched her hand like lightning and rubbed her thumb over her palm, “You though…” She said taking a long drag from her cigarette, tone becoming grim, “I felt you when you turned on the street, missy.” Paige cocked her eyebrow in response and tried to pull her hand away, but the old lady held on defiantly. Ana looked on growing slightly concerned, “No,” The woman continued coldly, “Death is all around you…” She leaned back with her eyes closed and exhaled a cloud of smoke, “You’re looking for someone…” She said tilting her gaze back down. “You’re going to find them… but it’s going to cost you.” About two weeks later, Paige shot and killed a notorious gun runner and criminal pointman that the Marshal Service had been after for some time at the Delta Bay shipping yards.

Returning to the present moment, Paige found herself shaking her head lightly and slipping the photo gently back into the box before she quietly went to bed.

Wednesday Morning

Stepping down from the stair machine, Paige checked the time from the clock on the wall. There was no morning meeting on Wednesdays, so she’d decided to get her workout in early before going in and surprisingly the Luna Sports Facility again offered everything needed, and some. With the neat little golf venue, it was turning into her favorite place in Sol City. Not as good as Delta of course, she mused with a smirk, but acceptably close. The massive room was dedicated completely to cardio and cable training equipment while the adjoining addition, nearly as big, was filled with free-weights, racks and benches. The gym was busy and the sound of machines humming, plates clanking and various morning news programs filled the air from ceiling mounted televisions. Ambient light-pop music that was tame enough for everyone pumped through the speaker system.

With her earbuds in, Paige heard none of it and she casually observed the morning workout rush as she moved across the large room to finish up with some stretches. She likewise noticed she had a few observers of her own, but many looked on her with a narrow glance. Wearing a Delta Diamonds jersey-shirt she had cut up into a workout top gave the loyal Angels fans a very noticeable pang of irritation as wearing the sworn enemy’s colors in the home team’s gym equated to some form of sports sacrilege. Her hair was up. She had a black, form fitting top underneath that left her midsection exposed under the Delta jersey and leggings with a low top pair of Converse sneakers that matched the red of Sol City’s most hated team. She went about her stretching happy in the fact that she was causing so much emotional distress and conflict.

Finishing up, she grabbed her bag and towel and headed out to the main lobby patting the sweat off of her face feeling refreshed from the couple hours’ worth of exercise. There was supposedly a smoothie bar to be found, not that smoothies represented the healthiest option, but she’d been fairly disciplined over the last few days and the workout rigorous enough that she felt like rewarding herself a little.

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Wednesday

Location: Gym; Indoor Pool

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Siobhan pulled herself out of the water if the indoor pool and toweled off as she went to the changing room. She had done about 10 laps before she was starting to feel clear headed. Then she pushed herself for more and lost count after 15 all together. She was beginning to wonder what possessed her to even come here. She wasn't concentrating on work or school like she needed to. Nope it was men.

Sighing she walked into the dressing room and changed; dry enough that she wouldn't leave wet spots on her clothes. She put her hair up in a bun after getting most of the water out. Walking out to the hallway she stopped to take a drink out of the water fountain

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The Sports bar, Luna Sports Centre, Old Sol Airport, The Coffee Pot and Old Harbour Romus Residence . Wensday morning (Victoria) Afternoon (Marilania)





Marilania landed back at Old Sol Airport slowing down and halting the big old DC7 to a stop in the hanger, several mechanics giving a glare as she was running late thanks to the weather and they needed to check and run a cycle on engine 3 as it was close to its flight hour limit before a check up. Exchanging abit of banter with the ground mechanics she caught one of the security patrols pickup back to the office not wanting to walk it all the way after a few hours flying the older aircraft lacking the digital fly by wire systems of the fleets newest models.

Thinking back on the ride home making small talk with a security guard she had got to know, he was a baseball guy, alot of a baseball guy off work with his truck radio always quietly tuned to the sports channels. They had met their linked families for lunch after the race and lift home, though they kept some details back till later and in own company for the more interesting details, the parents, aunts, and grandparents having to head out on business or other things, they had enjoyed cocktails in the centre Point Hotel, watching the sunset from the large Upper level Balcony. Sunday had been quiet, mostly relaxing, sorting out boring things like food shop, abit of cleaning and adult stuff that did somewhat air on the less fun side of life.

Monday rolled into Tuesday, though Marilania was now doing the odd Helicopter jobs and another escorted flight with the younger pilot still practicing for their full license, you needed a few years flying before you could, and she was only one free that day. Wednesday had been the routine trip to Neo city she had grown to get used to, it was a easy run, a tad boring and after a while one area of open wilderness soon blended into all the others, no real hazzed bar the wind effects from the large hills and pressure changes on approach to Neo’s cargo runway.

Heading into the cargo office to change out her flight suit and unto something more suitable, her boss came along with a look of “can you do me a favour again “ on his face, Ivan was always after one more favour, though truth be told he did look after the flight staff well.

“hey… Marilania, Vans broken down and we need to get a urgent package to a client. Just drop it off, and return me the paperwork in morning, no need to head back?”

Sighing, he had squared things away during a difficult time with jazz night, and the company has backed her to the hilt even though she was fairly new hire.

“Coffee for the rest of the week and il call it a deal, im on way back to the City, just not near 501… I'd come back to a skid mark. “

Checking the Parcel, it was for Lormax, abit weighty and had several export and import stamps on it, knowing previous events they must have rushed in some part for the car and at some expense too.

“My coffee preference is on the board, il drop it off on the way home Ivan, it's on my way”

Truth be told it was a minor detour but not too far, and having met Tommy he seemed OK, even Grumpy Knome Nicolasi. Changing back into something more civilian of jeans, a top and flight jacket thrown on to keep her warm she headed out the white Landrover parked outside office, alongside a line of various staff cars and company trucks, security trucks and a few belonging to private pilots who rented space at the airport. Finding it was easy, a british 4x4 it was rarer than some other models and soon stood out in the car park rows.

Evading most of the rush hour traffic leaving abit earlier and heading down via the main road and bypass round Sol City, the open land near the airport soon gave way to the urban landscapes as traffic slowed down joining the great crawl towards the city centre.

Pulling up and parking out near the back of the sports bar squeezing in next to some japanese import that looked like it had been modified by a man with a 5 year old drawing, wheels out at 30 degrees or so. That was bizarre to say the least. Heading into the bar, It seemed moderately busy for a week day afternoon and the TV had a constant update on the latest sporting events running at time.

Asking after Mr Lormax at the bar she soon found the man was upstairs and a few minutes and a coffee later had a signed form and no more package. The sooner she signed it over, the sooner is was there responsibility whatever it was.

Making small talk with Tommy before he left to do whatever someone running a bar did, she sat at bar Sipping a coffee and wondering what to do about Joel, the Gala, her family and other things besides as absent mindedly got some caffeine into her system before she drove home, wondering what to make for tea or just if to find out whatever was on the menu here.

Relaxing somewhat halfway through her coffee, ignoring a few comments from people, seemed this was not one the pilot regular bars in the city, there was a great one near a airport that had become there unofficial club centre, a haunt of pilots and air crews for decades.




Victoria woke up early and headed out the house earlier than she had woken up the past few days and got dressed grabbing a large over shoulder bag, a neat mid length coat that both sisters claimed ownership of and managing to find her phone buzzing away on the side, more emails from the client who seemed overly worried about things.

The rest of her week had gone at a slower pace, Sunday was a slow one and mostly had been picking up a few bits they needed for the week and tidy the apartment up before the landlord check ups. Monday had been a nice morning at some tech show, the stuff was nothing special that she could not get anywhere else though and had been a waste of a ticket. Tuesday had been all work, once the bank transfer and popped into her account with a satisfying ping, she sent over the passwords and brought the website online properly, good business to never hand over the goods before getting paid.

Locking the door, the sharp click brought her back to reality and headed out to the waiting cab down below, a quick trip the Luna Sports centre for a specialist work out, her doctor had suggested that she try and build up what fraction of her strength she had left after the illness, though it took a while to find a trainer willing to take on someone like Victoria. Walking into Luna sports centre she gained a few confused glances unsure what to make of the ghostly pale young woman.

Finally changing and heading out until the main area to be met by a rather good looking young trainer whom even though semi taken could not help but enjoy the view. Heading over slowly they began a gentle workout gently in a pattern and method that was carefully made by the trainer who specialised in rehabilitation and injuries. Though he had never come across anything like her condition, he was confident it could at least help her in the short term and keep her condition at least from regressing.

"hey... It's Dan right? Victoria Romus, 09.20?

Your the plucky soul who thinks they can do the impossible?"


After a hour or so she finished up and headed back for a quick shower and change before moving onto the smoothie bar for a pick me up afterwards, the work out had been surprising for her, and despite a few aches and pains it felt like she may make some at least short term gains. Dan had been great with her, careful, finding out exactly how damaged she was and how to hopefully help her. The young trainer welcomed a challenge, he had trained as a specialist in rehabilitation and she would test every single classroom example in the book and likely break it. Grabbing a smoothie from the bar she noticed a woman, wait. Was that Paige, little miss deathstar was at the sports centre?

Shaking the thought and grabbing a smoothie she headed out and ignored the thought of Paige sending Milo a picture of her outside the Sports centre. Smiling with a smoothie, dressed in a neat mid length coat, fitted in at the waist with a belt, brown knee length boots contrasting heavily against her white hair and distinctive pale skin.

Things had been a battle in her head since seeing the gun parts, or what could be something similar. Milo had been honest with her, the least she could do was to let him explain, give him a fair go. The whole issue scared her, everything her to be honest and dredged up bad memories but Milo both their lives where proof Dawn could rise from a stormy night.
“hey, sorry for being quiet… Busy few days, first work out.. Rehib may work this time, il never fully recover but I can keep what I have.

Off to a meeting, talk later Vika.. X”


Smiling and heading off the cafe to meet her client and sketch out plans for a new app for some forum community system, “forumplex” the name was silly, but they were paying and if they wanted it, they got it.

Sitting down with some 30 something hipster, his business partner and seemed partner to, both the men once they soon realised the young seemingly frail woman who knew her stuff quickly proved it and they began to plan out what they wanted making. The bill was adding up after a while, it was going to be a week or two worth of work for the little extras they wanted. The forum was simple, stock code and would take half a hour but the details, security, extra features, lives updates and even a internal instant message system would be alot of work to get everything working and fix any bugs before it was brought online.

The bugs would have her swearing to match a sailor on her dads ship, she hated them and yet also loved it to, the problems, the bugs. The moment when it was beaten and everything came online, every test turning green.

Staying at the cafe in the city, she shook hands and began quietly in the corner after they left began putting together a rather long estimated invoice for her hours worked, hosting, security and custom coding involved. The numbers added up nicely though the pressure did to, the job would test even her skills at times to set them up, they wanted alot but it seemed they had deep pockets, deep pockets she would empty somewhat when it came to paying the bills.

Counting the sums, if this worked she would be able to get a nice new handbag, maybe even save for a cheap car if she would be staying in city a while.




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~The Church of Our Lady Mary, Mother of Christ~





From what records that could be found in the old man's room, he was ninety-one years, three months, and twenty days old; and from what father had told Max, Samual Bigsley Wellington must have been eighteen when he started working at the manor. He came out of nowhere, so the story went, asking about the empty groundskeeper position; grandfather must have been crazy to hire him, but the Summersons had never been the sane type.

It was a crisp morning, and the sky was blue and cloudless, a gentle breeze lulled through Max's coat.

When they gathered his personal effects it became painfully obvious that Sam was a simple man, he took weekends off to go feed birds and he'd spend his salary frugally. Among the scraps of paper and personal musings, Max had discovered piles of filled in notebooks, and in one of those journals filled with repetitive days, he found a sealed letter addressed to his father. The paper was yellowed and pressed into a brittle wafer.

' Dear Master Daniel,
I realise now that I've watched you grow up, you and the other little ones, and as such I must realise that at the same time I have grown up also. At the time of writing this, I am forty-six, and in ten years time I will be fifty-six and I do not foresee myself being anywhere else when that time comes. You will outlive me, God willing, and that means that one day you will have to deal with me when I am gone. It was kind of your father to take me in, to give me a home, but I beg of you your kindness on the day I have to meet my lord. There is in the next county a church of My Lady Mary, Mother of Christ, and it is there I wish to be laid to rest. I am a Catholic, and I wish to be buried nowhere than in the shadow of a house of my lord, if you find it convenient, Sir. It has been my honour to serve in your house, and continue to serve I will, in hopes that one day when I am old and grey your family will look after me as I did the flower beds.
Yours faithfully, Samual Bigsley Wellington.


The Church of Our Lady Mary, Mother of Christ, was tall and single steepled, the masonry recently whitewashed to catch the sun. It had been in the neighboring county ever since missionaries bought the land from Mormon settlers, though what was more relevant to Max was that Dad was buried there as well. The letter struck Max as something other than coincidence, before mother had clarified to him that Sam had been admitted to hospital when his was father was a young man. So Sam must have given the letter, fearing the worst, but then wasn't his time.

It was on Wednesday - under a golden sun - when Max, The Father, The Groundskeeper, and The Grave digger lowered Sam's casket into the ground. Sam weighed seventy-eight pounds, but it was the weight of almost a century that drew him to the ground. Max dared a glance around, the cemetery was empty apart from them, and mother, who watched from the gilded gates of the yard.

"Today we mourn the loss of our brother, Samual." The lasted began, drawing back Max's attention, his hands clasped in front of him. "But today we rejoice also, for today he has returned to our Lord, God. And it will be there with God that he shall..." Max's mind began to wander as the priest went on with the service. He lost his father to cancer, cruelly and painfully taken away from him; he had been angry at God ever since. But there, huddled around Sam's Grave, he realized everyone had their time.

"...In God's house there are many rooms, and surely if anyone before us deserves a place in God's house it is Samual. Where he may rest after such a long life in devotion of God and his Kingdom." The priest ended with the Lord's Prayer, but Max stood silently as it was delivered by the three other men. But under his breath, at the end, he whispered with them.

"Forever, and ever. Amen."

Handshakes went around, and Max thanked the Pastor for his time. When the grave digger moved for his shovel Max stopped him. He had been too distraught to fill his father's grave, but there he would not deny Sam. Max grasped the shovel and scooped dirt over the casket, soon it was out of sight, and after twenty minutes it was as if it had never been there. He returned the shovel but lingered by the head stone for a few minutes longer, his fingers pressed to the top of the cold slab in contemplation.

Max was sad but he wasn't in grief, his grudge with the Power at be was over, he was no longer angry. Gently rubbing the top of the stone, Max let out a long sigh and looked around. He said nothing, but hoped that his company would be suffice before he let Samual rest.

As he left, the young man took a detour to the back of the cemetery, where a headstone stood in the shade of the boundary wall. Kneeling in the grass, Max placed a palm on the side of the stone and his forehead to the top. And then wept under the golden sun.




The drive back had been in silence, His mother went in to bid her farewells and was now too lost in her own thoughts to say anything. Instead sitting in the passenger seat, looking out the window as she stroked the beads of her rosary. Max would take the day off, maybe a while off, from work. He felt like his mother would need him, and he needed the time himself.
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Wednesday

Location: Gym; Main Lobby

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With her bag slung over shoulder, Paige crossed the main lobby at a moderate pace. She had other things on her mind and had become numb to those staring daggers at her red jersey. She figured getting Lupe's tether removed would be easy enough and once done, she knew he'd tell her anything she wanted to know. She just had to make him feel important, something his parents never did. There was officially a BOLO out for one of the Cuban's crew and the implications of that night were pretty strong for the Indian as well. She took the time to look into it Monday at the office. She had little care for anyone else and was pretty confident that if things got nasty, Lupe would toss them all under the bus. Then there was the matter of the Dellesantos Gang which was a slightly more complex web of assholes to unravel.

Her footsteps tread quietly across the carpeted floor and following the signs, she finally caught a glimpse of her destination though as she neared her eyes first locked on to flaming red hair that was hard to miss. It was the girl she'd only briefly met at the party wearing the Scarlet O'Hare dress. She gave a polite waive as she approached, but her eyes quickly cut to the side as she picked up the glance of Milo's pathetic girlfriend slinking away. At least she'd have a short walk to her parking spot Paige thought with a devilish smirk as she turned back to Sio.

“Hey Paige.” Siobhan smiled and walked up to her. “I'd ask if you wanted to grab a bite but I have no idea where any really good restaurants are.” Siobhan adjusts her bag pulling her shirt down since the bag caught it exposing skin and shrugs. “That is if you're not busy. I have some time in between classes.”

Siobhan is in a dark grey long sleeved shirt that clings but covers from neck to just below her pant line. She has black yoga pants on and black sneakers on.

Paige shrugged. Here in the light of morning through the lobby the difference in their age was more clear. Sio was a little taller, but Paige figured the girl couldn't be much over twenty, still having some of her teenage youth in her face. A thought crossed her mind and she weighed it against others as the girl spoke.

“I've got a better idea,” Paige replied. “How about you skip class and ride with me for a little while?” She said offering her tone as an innocent temptation. “I've got some rounds to make today, it'll be fun. Nothin’ too dangerous, I promise.”

Siobhan’s eyes widened as she quickly processed the information and grinned. “Sure. Why not? You only live once, right?” She opens the door to the parking lot for Paige to go through. “Rounds? You know, I never asked what your job was. What did I just agree to?”

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Joel turned off into Footsteps and was often the case, found nowhere to park. So having no fear of Tommy calling for a tow, he did what he always did and parked the Jeep happily up on the curb. With the suspension flexed on the uneven terrain he slid right out and made his way across the parking lot. When he spotted Marlin's Land Rover he very deftly flipped her windshield wipers up as he proceeded inside.

The restaurant/bar was busy for a weeknight, but it was busy most all of the time. Televisions mounted everywhere were tuned to sports channels around the world and the walls were lined and framed with an equally diverse array of memorabilia and artifacts. The ambient noise was fairly high as the patrons attempted to carry on conversations against sports commentators and ambient music. Wearing his standard Matco Hoodie and shorts, he hadn't bothered to change before coming up. Placing the new decals on the car was light work and he rather enjoyed the meticulous nature of it. With the Brits now footing the bill for the race, he was much more free to concentrate on the car.

Someone recognized him and shouted, "Nicolosi!" A few howls and cheers went up and Joel gave a small wave as he approached the counter where Marlin and Tommy were chatting. It was nice having the support of the locals, but he was never really one for the limelight. He took his regular spot at the bar, ironically directly next to Marlin and started to reach over for the sound mixer to change the music off of whatever Grease, 50's doo-wap Tommy had playing, but stopped short as another song came up that he didn't mind.

One of Tommy's rather attractive servers came up and poured a Guiness, "The usual?" She asked and slid the glass infront of Joel. He answered with a light nod and a wink.

"What's the word?" Joel said turning toward Marlin and Tommy.

"Thunderbird," Tommy said with a grin. It was an inside joke. He turned and retrieved the box, placing it up on the counter.

"That it?" Joel asked.

"No, I just keep this big box back here waiting for you to come up and ask questions." Tommy said sarcastically. Joel smirked and gave him the finger. It felt slightly odd for him to be out interacting with people on a weekday while there was still daylight.

Tommy produced a razor blade and very carefully began cutting down the sides of the box. He let out an impressed whistle as he got a first look at what was inside. The sides folded over and he pulled away a large bundle of plastic wrap revealing a large scale model of the racecar.

Joel's face became more serious as he leaned up on the counter to study it carefully. Perfectionistic as he was, he scanned every minute detail, looking for an error or a blemish, but finding none. Every decal was placed correctly and even the white lettering on the tires was spot on. He shook his head and a rare glance of awe came over him. He looked up at Marlin and Tommy and gave a firm nod of satisfaction.

"That's not all," Tommy said. He ducked behind the counter and produced a large framed picture. It was the shot of Marlin's plane crossing over Joel in the car during their race, blown up in stunning color. "Not too bad, huh?" Tommy said, "One of the ramp guys took it and sent it to me. I think we'll put them both right here behind the bar."

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Milo Ventri


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Milo looked down at the bloody mess he left all over his table, his hand was stitched up and the bleeding stopped, but now he was starting to notice that he was feeling a bit sick from the alcohol, if it wasn't one thing it was another. Milo stood up uneasily and managed to get a cloth and water and managed to get it cleaned up and got his hand bandaged up, all in all things could have been worse, as painful as it was he could still move his left hand, so at least it wasn't to serious, just deep.

"To hell with it, I'm done for today, at least that sword is definitely sharp."

Just as Milo grabbed his leather jacket from the hook he heard the bell ring on his shop door, He wasn't thrilled as he was still a bit woozy and didn't want to interact with customers, however, the voice that rang out was not one he could ignore.

"Milo. Hey pal, thought I would swing by and grab that project we were talking about."

The man came in with his black hair slicked back, a nice suit and briefcase, and he had a grin that could make paint peel. This man was a client that Milo had taken on as a test but has since started to push his buttons a bit. Milo wasn't sure who it was this guy worked for or why he wanted what he did, but he always paid in full and in cash.

"Jackie, you have the worst timing, I swear if I didn't know what was in that case I would tell you to leave."

"Oh come on, we are buddies right? Besides it smells like you started the party already."

Jackie set the case on the table and Milo shoved the bottle over to him, bloody hand print still on the side, Jack took the bottle trying to avoid the blood and took a big drink himself. The look on the mans face was priceless, the drink was stronger than he had been expecting.

"Jesus Milo, do you drink Gasoline too?"

Milo just laughed and reached under his table and pulled up a collection of rifle parts, he started to assemble the weapon and set a fully formed custom rifle on the table, it was bolt action, a nice looking hunting rifle.

"Look Jackie, I don't know if I'm gonna keep up with this. You want parts, you got it, but I can't be building receivers like this, I'm not a manufacturer."

Jackie picked up the rifle and gave it a once over, before looking back to Milo.

"Milo, Milo, Milo, you are a great gunsmith, these guns, they are excellent tools, and I understand your trepidation, but, you have nothing to worry about, as long as we work together, no one is gonna do anything to you, my employers has given their word."

Milo couldn't help but think about Paige and what that spitfire would do if she got the chance to bust him on illegal manufacturing of firearms, worse yet, he wondered what these mysterious employers would do to her if she tried, as much as she hated him, he missed the days when Ana, Paige and him would hang out and have fun. Milo pulled the briefcase over and opened it, same stacks of crisp bills, as usual, always a bit of an over payment, Jackie called it a tip, but Milo knew it was a bribe for discretion. Milo pulled a case out, one he commonly used to store swords and stowed the rifle.

"Alright Jackie, you're all set, but for real, last time."

Jackie smiled and nodded, before walking out with the case, Milo took the cash and stowed it in a safe in his closet, alongside a few other cases just like it, as well as the photo from the night before and a cellphone, the last of which he grabbed and took out for a minute, he let it connect back to towers and waited, nothing happened, after a minute or two he went and stowed it again. and shut the safe back up. Milo put on his coat and left the shop to head out and go grab a bit of lunch, probably at the fish place he and Vika had checked out.
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