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Ethan waited and listened to Victoria make no sense at all. She’d obviously never read The Three Musketeers or any of the novels after it. “Imagine that I take it your fingers were broken till today and texting the father of the child you carry was far too much work. So yes it takes two Victoria.”

Ethan looked at Ryan then. “It’s rather sad and pathetic this ‘white knight’ act. Do you have so few options and you’re so desperate for a hint of pussy that you’re willing to cuckold yourself? She is leading you on a merry dance. She put out the first night for me. Your options must be limited indeed because there is nothing heroic about taking the father role of another man’s child. It reeks of desperation. Fact is she kept me in the dark. She knew I wanted a relationship that was lasting. She has yet to provide me with the opportunity to do the things she is accusing me of. So what exactly are you getting out of this? Sex? What do you know about her besides the fact that she’s easy? Because that is certainly true.”

Ethan reached over and collected the ring before either the gold digger or her snack could greedily pick it up. He folded his arms across his chest, wondering when Victoria would realize she pretty well called herself a whore. She even admitted that Ryan couldn't get her more pregnant than she was already. The woman was tasteless.

To think that Xia would not be the same after this? The same woman who would fight both men and women just to get her point across. The woman who was not only brave and bad ass but she also had a heart of gold. To think she would be broken or vulnerable, it was almost unheard of since he's never seen that side of her but Carlo, knowing this after what Marlin said, he was preparing for it.

After giving her coffee and she explained she had her connections on the case to look into the uber driver but is letting Carlo do what he wants to do, Carlo felt that he was going to have to contact his homeboys to get the word on the streets as well. From the information marlin gave him, it made sense about Xia not having bags or anything that high value. She usually bought bags that looked like they were weaved on the islands by the neighborhood grandma with material she could find.

Will it be too much to ask that you let me know what the lawyer says? He asked her. She probably didn't have to tell him anything but he just wanted to know as much as he could. And you sure there was no one else? he asked her. I haven't heard any robberies...especially in the area she was found. in fact, that area is generally quiet. If it was a common thing, it would be easier to find them fucks.

Carlo was going to go along with helping Marlin but if Xia could let him know what she saw...it would be much easier. But marlin was already giving him the hell no on asking her questions. marlin was like a damn wall, a cute white little English one but gave a aura of something more difficult to push. The moment Xia woke up, Carlo was very attentive. Cuz! He said coming closer as Xia heard Carlo but noticed marlin was whose hand she was holding. Xia opened her eye more and tried getting up. Those guys... She said in a bit of panic trying to get up. Carlo came over. Cuz...lay down...your safe... Xia was in so much pain as her head was throbbing and spinning and she looked around to make sure no one was there to hurt her. She still had fight in her but was definitely in no condition to defend herself.

Xia looked at marlin and heard her comment Th-the roof...yes... the morphine was making her feel loopy as she looked to the roof. Carlo looked at Marlin bewildered by how they interacted. Seeing how they behaved, he could tell how much Marlin loved her and how Xia depended on her. Cuz real quick...can you remember anything that happened...who did- He looked at Marlin and stopped mid sentence as Xia looked over to Carlo. You're my favorite asshole... She said and coughed in pain as she did feel blood in her mouth. I want the police..where's that...that blonde chick we met... She said in a weak state to marlin. The one from Florida...you know...the one that's friends with your rival? ex? Something? I don't know I'm hurting...I think I can trust her... She said thinking about Paige since they had a relatively good first interaction.

Carlo listened and spoke. I'm not dealing with the fucking Po-Pos...y'all can have that shit...

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Lilith couldn't get Aria out of her head. Her whole two minutes up in the main stage had been a blur, just like the past hour had been while on the floor. Her bag was getting heavy as she picked it up and tied it around her pastel pink shorts- that looked more like panties. She waved at the older gentleman, smiling when he waved back and made her way to her next client. The night was busy, as most Saturdays were. The club was buzzing with clients, mostly men, a few groups of women who wondered from nearby clubs to just have some fun.

Her next client had requested a private booth, a little more secluded but in full view of the security guards to make sure the clients didn't lay a hand on the girls, a rule that Lilith always appreciated. As she made her way to booth five, Lilith wondered where Aria was. She had noticed some of the discomfort from Aria before Lilith went in, but there hadn't been much time to really talk. She should probably call her and make sure she was okay during her break.

"Hello, I'm Lilith, glad you requested me hun- Oh, fuck no." Lilith had already stepped into the curtain covered booth to see a man with dirty blonde hair, broad shoulders, and five o'clock shadow. She crossed her arms over her chest, staring down at the man sitting with his legs spread. "No. Get out."

"What? I requested you. Now you have to do your job." The man said, a sly smile spreading over his face. "You said you liked your job, didn't you? Now do it. Show me how much you like this job, Lily."

"I'm not doing this shit with you, Erik. Get out, or I'm calling security." She took a set back and glanced back to see Jerry, a security guard with long black hair looking away from the booth. "I told you to stay away from me and my job." She glared back, Erik. "Now go away." She hadn't expected him to show up here in all of the places. Erik had been angry when he had found out about Lilith's job when they had been together. He had called her names and stormed out of her apartment in the middle of the night- and not to forget the broken window.

"You will give me what I paid for; this is what you left me for." Erik suddenly stood up and walked over to Lilith, reaching down to grab her wrist with a tight grip. You will dance, and I will enjoy it. Now.

Lilith stared up at Erik a bit taken back by the sudden action. She could see what he wanted and what he would do if he didn't get it from her right now. It scared her. "Fuck. You." She kicked Erik on the shin and pushed the man back as she rushed out of the booth towards Jerry. Behind her, Erik had recovered quickly and was rushing to catch her. Lilith had managed to get the attention of the guard just as a hand took her by the hair and yanked her back and to the floor.

The next few seconds became a blur. All she felt was pain over her face and chest, then a gust of wind and yelling all around her. She felt a few pairs of hands lift her from the blood as liquid ran down the side of her face. At one point, she had some other dancers around her, trying to comfort her, but she couldn't really hear them.

Forty minutes later, Lilith texted Aria to come to pick her up at the club with a few cop cars parked outside.

_{LOCATION & TIME : THE OLD STARBOARD
INTERACTIONS : ASSOCIATES & VALERIA
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Saturday night, a night that was supposed to be filled with partying, drinking, and maybe a hookup. Alejandro had planned to go out and club/bar hop all over Sol with Mara and John along with a few other members of his little "flower shop" but the night of celebrations had been put to a halt due to the visit of an unexpected guest. A guest that brought tension between him and this woman. A woman that Alejandro not dared speak against. A woman none other than his little sister Valeria Castillo Reyes, also known as the Serpiente Roja. Alejandro always wondered how come he didn't have a cool nickname like hers.

Although the visit had been unexpected, it was always welcomed. There had been hugs, kisses, and a few presents exchanged between him and his sister. As well as a few lectures about jumping into a city without thorough research of the hierarchy of the city and connections. Valeria had always been the one who followed protocol and covered every little detail to the max. While she was a woman calculated everything to the tiniest possibility, she was known to attack without warning. Strong, quick, and deadly attacks that eliminated problems in a matter of days or even weeks.

"If I had been sent here in the first place this city would already be mine." Valeria said, sipping on her scorching hot chocolate milk.

Alejandro, who had in front of her, rolled his eyes and glared at Mara when she tried to stifle a giggle. The usual three and Valeria sat in a booth in The Old Starboard bar. It was pretty busy with quite a lot of people drinking and playing about around them, unaware that the future boss of the city sat amongst them.

"Well, how about next time you just pick what city you want first. Alejandro brought his beer up to his lips to take a sip. "Besides, I heard you had some trouble down in Texas."

"It took a few days, but with the help of the police chief I managed to snuff out the last of the Ortegas and Johnsons. The chief was really helpful, you know. She even invited me to her daughter's quince next month. I might just attend and check up on Ochoa and how the operations are going down there."

"Show off." Alejandro smiled and reached over to pinch Valeria's cheek gently. "You should take a break, Vale. Relax after your victory down in Texas."

"I would have if you had already taken the city. Sol is a crucial place to make it easier to transport goods up to the North Alejandro. You can't take this job so easily. Valeria waved his hand away from her face with a little glare.

"I told you I have everything under control." He smiled, picking up his beer again. "I'm playing my cards right, Vale. You have to trust me on this one." Everything was falling into plan for him. Those who thought were above were just right in position for him to kick everything under them and make them fall. Just a few more weeks.

"You can't take this as a game, not after Huston." Valeria looked at John, who looked away quickly. "But I'm here now, and I'll help you take Sol."

Night time Nargles

Victoria
Victoria had to admit, she did not message, but he had not asked, how many weeks it been. Either way both had some part in this mess, well her opinion. "and you dropped into the 1903 Romonov" Ball and could not message either?"

Victoria leaning on her cane, Ethan had laid into Ryan, everything had gone from a vaguely normal evening with her sister to a utter disastor zone of a event, one friend being maybe stalked and her sister currently at her girlfriends bed side and potentially seriously hurt. Short of Inky being reincarnation of cluthu and destroying the city how much worse could tonight get... Scratch that... There already was a cluthu cult... Who served a excellent sea food BBQ. "My next major appointment is Tuesday, 2 weeks, 10am.

I was easy... You joined me... Willingly. One rule for you, another for me? The only one is abit of biology and some national borders. Oh.. And the whole hacking. Near perfect timing of a event so few knew about it on one hand. Fishy... So much security broken for fuck all gains. Someone else found... It rather suspicious. not room for a private word at the party, in my own home...

Maybe I'm paranoid... But somehow I feel. Someone out to get me. Somthing is rather wrong. It's not worth it Ryan, he just trying to cause discord and divenrgence to his advantage. Don, t let him manipulate it against you.

Goodbye. I've entrapped no one... Paid no one, or threatened... What am I a vampire succubus luring men to suck there life forces and devour there souls as my thralls? I might have pale skin, dark hair and foreign accent but alas... I'm living and breathing as you are. If I was. Well id not exactly be using a cane to walk that's for sure.

The local Cluthu and inky vs fishily named fishermen are after members If you belive the silly... They meant to have excellent sea foods. Looking up was annoying, it was hard to be serous being over a foot shorter than both, nearly a foot and a half. Looking up suckled and put things on there terms and you below. Being the height of a average younger American tanager had some real disadvantages. Not even 5 foot...

Looking overto Ryan, she just gave a universal look that told her she wanted to leave, did he really want to argue this out or should she find a cab home? There weherw still plenty of them running 24/7. Sol had a few advantages. "Please... Just leave it." adding very quietly, barely a whisper aimed at him. Victoria had her fill of trouble for a whole month.

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Victoria was especially vunrable tonight, that was true not that she wanted to admit weakness while Ethan was around. Who could take finding out your sisters girlfriend was taken to hospital, your friend in potentially big trouble and then blackmail and controlling people trying to manipulate her. It was too much for anyone to take in a matter of a few mere hours.

Her limits where long past and all she wanted was to leave, sleep and hopefully someone to cuddle. When he took her hand she leant her weight into his arm for support, forgoing the cane and trusting him to aid her balence. If he did not realise she was more frail before by some oblivious nature, he soon would learn but also putting a fair bit of trust in letting her perceived weakness show to him. He was quite a bit taller by over a foot than she was, Victoria came below his shoulder in height and maybe close to half his weight or there about, it was hard to tell to be completely accurate. Looking over with hurt and tired eyes, right now she wanted to be anywhere but here. "Please, just anywhere but here. Too much tonight. Thank you." Her Russian tinge remaining strong even when whispering, the British was barely present still highly emotional though her anger to Ethan had been replaced by a tired resignation at the nights events.

Leaving maintaining a surprisingly tight grip on his arm as leaving not trusting herself fully given all the shocks she had recived that evening."Cuddle me tonight, I just need someone right now" Victoria just gave him a look that told him she was after a little kindness after all the dramatics.

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Marinalia
Marinalia saw how Carlo was hit fairly hard by prospect Xia could be in it for the long haul, it was hard to hate the guy however much Xia ranted, raved and had insulted him he still was there when it mattered. Sure the shell was a bit bad but the yolk was in the right place. Raising her top to show the faint line of a long scar across her stomach. "I never... I know OK, it may take time but she recover. I was a top athlete before that..." OK, she was shaking now, she had admited that to Carlo of all people, she hoped Xia realised what she would do for that woman.

Lawyer. Sure, it was less interesting than he thought though, mostly admin, and symtuff but there may be some useful information out of it. "Sure, honestly, it's not. It's not like TV law, mostly just making sure all her bills are covered on insurance , any difficulties with her job, and prep for any restraining orders or such. She got it bad enough without that bullshit too. Yes Carlo, I'm not exactly poor, before you waste time digging, oh come on, you wondered... I'm Maxamillion Olympus granddaughter, OHI, Europe, Heavy industrial." Sipping her coffee, still a little shakey though obviously she had time to think though what was needed, though Xias mum had helped greatly. She was honest with Carlo, he was future English wifeys in law of sorts, plus he was gonna be part of all this regardless. Better be working with than against. "Not exactly South Side... They got to be noticed somewhere?" Not wanting to hive away all her secrets to Carlo, her father definitely was a shade of grey, dark grey to near black at rare moments. Xia did not mind, but Carlo? Would he start asking for stupid shit... He still was a unknown quantity.

Marlin smiled at Xias comment, she was awake that was infectious despite the tears in eyes. Happy tears, overwhelmed tears nor sad tears. Massaging her hand gently with a watery smile and little pink flush realising finally how intimate she had been in front of him, no shame, just noticed how close they where and how he had not known or noticed before. "umm, so, might be putting up with me for a while. Snow bunny, nothing more creative? You never saw Victoria, she looked more like Elsa until recently...

Drink babe, slowly though... Bit at a time. Peobbly feel like a desert but you need to take it slowly. il stay with you, your mum seemed to be unsurprised... You just get better, I got this OK honey? " Helping her drink abut of water from the coughing, following the nurses advice to the final punctuation mark, there good graces let her stay at bedside and it paid not to upset the benevolent dictators of the hospital. Extremely careful and gentle, the Blonde had a suprsing talent with kids growing up, sick people and kids where not too diffrent. Her mum had not even asked where she would be, it seemed the family trait to dig up truth was very prevalent down the generations.

Turning more serious, Marlin had plans and Carlo was going to help, or she would throw him to his mother and aunt and having met Xias mom, damn she would not want to be on the wrong end of her. "questions can wait abut, she high as a kite right now. Ask when the mess wear off? You know how to get shit done... I need shit done.

Locks, this bastad maybe knows where she lives. Swapped, ASAP. I want that place secure by lunch time. B, she going to be with me for a while so once that's secure, can you sort what she has left, get some basics like a tooth brush and so? Be a afew days but that would be a big help. C, anything, well... Black she needs, you know, that hair stuff etc is a whole different universe to me. D, Il sort out some clothes, I know what she likes from Jamicia and rough sizes, but I know that's quite a stack in cash, Xia does her job for love not money, so give me your bank, il transfer over enough to cover and some to spread about to find answers. Yes, I know your... Aquientences are not free, so... My dad's a little grey, I know your not exactly putting our a APB.

E.. Forgot E. They probbly have her car keys, can you, just deal with it, whatever needed. I have my hands full here looking after her right now. Please... Cannot do this all on my own. "

Marlin halted her list, he. He was a bit of a asshole at times, silly and annoyed Xia no end but he knew how to get stuff done, and have it done. Quicky, and this was family, she could trust he not skip out on family when she saw how he reacted to her hurt. The money was touchey but the locks alone would be several hundred dollers alone, more maybe to have someone out by morning was ending, the misc items could add up and she did not want to make things any harder than they had to be. The left over, well she did not want to know how he spent it just that it would help gain results, money talked a unique and universal language.

Listoning carefully to Xia, she have a afwrmetive squeeze to her hand, and nodded. "The Marshal, Umm... Paige, Blonde... Laser eyes, southern accent? yes. That's her, il call her Xia. Carlo, she asks, she get you Don't have to meet her."

Finding her phone and the saved number, she had hoped she never need it but, well, it was needed sadly. "Paige. Its Marlin.

Need your help. It's bad. Xia was attacked badly tonight , strange stuff been going on, missing stuff, and just not Normal. You have a reputation for getting shit done, and being relentless hunter.

Then this.. She badly hurt, only just barely woke up, broken hand, bruising, lots... Of... Its bad. Please help. She asked me to contact you. Her phone is bust up, and she high on whatever drugs they her on. Right now I'm looking after things, only person bar her cousin in a 1000 miles. already got my lawyer working on a few basics.

Hospital. Under Xia Alexander. They will be able to direct you, I was more concerned getting here to get eaxct detials.

Please. I can look after some things but not hunt down the bastad who hurt her." Hitting send, hopefully she helped. Her sister might dislike her, Marlin had nothing against Paige, she flew her to Catalina, peobbly would again of asked, that was fun flying and a new challenge going costal. Catalina was not most popular landing spot, and she had not slown open water much at all since leaving Alaska.

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>>Vika, at the Old Starboard and beyond @PrinceAlexus Ethan, for the briefest moment @Almalthia Joel, through text @Pilatus

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Still holding on to Vika's hand, he took a few more steps as her and Ethan exchanged a few more parting remarks. Letting go of Vika's hand for a brief moment, Ryan reached into the inner chest pocket of his coat and took out a business card. Tossing it on the table and seeing it slide slightly towards Ethan, Ryan said "Thats where I work. Feel free to stop by if you want to continue this." with a stoic face.

As soon as he finished his words, he took Vika's hands and led her steadily towards an awaiting vehicle. "Take us to Park View, the Olympus Estate. Thank you." The driver gave a simple acknowledgement and offered no other words as he drove. Looking at Vika, Ryan paused slightly. The words of Ethan Aster, however insignificant to Ryan, still left their mark. What was he doing with this woman. A woman carrying the child of another man, born of a night of presumed passion and carnal pleasure. His hand stayed linked with hers throughout the drive, but Ryan was mostly quiet except for the few words he would offer her, to see if she was doing alright.

As soon as they arrive at the Olympus Estate, Ryan settled the payment with the driver and had Vika lead the way into the house. As soon as they would arrive at her room, Ryan offered Vika a soft peck on her cheek and said "I'll wait here while you get ready for bed." with a soft smile on his face.

As soon as he was effectively alone, he reached for his phone and clicked open a message. Joel Nicolosi. He doesn't know why he is reaching out to Joel at this time, but it felt right?

-"Mr. Nicolosi, sorry for the late disturbance. I have a favor to ask. Are you familiar with a Ethan Aster? What is his involvement with one Victoria Olympus, if you are aware of anything?"-

Putting his phone away, Ryan sat at the foot of Vika's bed and stared at the moon, outside the window.

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Victoria
Victoria was unsure of Ryan's intentions with the card, what did he intend to be doing or planning. The two obviously we're not the best of friends nore punching each other and attacking each other with plates and things. Least it not ending with a bunch of cops. Following Ryan's lead she was rather content to let him take charge for this time.

Reaching the car, his directions though where a little wonky as the main Olympus estate was located in England, the larger property was rather much a home to several generations of Olympus with separate properties located on the much larger estate and main house housing 3 generations of the family. "Hephaestus Manor, Park View Road, near the old band stand. Olympus Estate is just outside London Ryan. Might be a rather expensive fare." smiling, she wanted to get home not just end up doing random loops on the City routes. Maybe it was known as the Olympus Estate, not worth the effort finding out.

Not letting go of his hand, she was rather worried about the whole situation, too much had gone in the past night, Xia she did not know closely but she was nice, nice to her sister, so she was worth the worry. Her friend too, then add Ethan and Ryan, and everything. Too damn much... Just too damn much for one person to take. "It's been an intense night. I'll be OK, just... A Lot of stuff all in one go. Xia, helped mali a lot. Manami is a good friend. Ethan, I'm too tired, but safe to say, I have my faults... Mistakes definitely but also reasons." Leaning her head against his shoulder she cat napped part of the trip back, barely half awake eyes closed peacefully and trying to least get a little peace and serenity.

Reaching there house, she lead them past the gate after giving the cab driver a nice tip, up the marble drive before leading Ryan to her suite on the third floor. "Wrong door, that room not been made up, you can if you really want to, but I'm exhausted. Kitchens first floor, living area, office and so. Bedrooms this floor, ballroom and so ground floor." Leading him in, past the living room with the ensuite just off the to the side and dumping her bag, coat and cane onto a chair, waving past a sensor to turn on the lights. "Sure, make yourself comfy. I'll be a short while, I need to remove my makeup." Smiling at the kiss and vanishing into the bathroom to change out her dress, remove makeup and such things Ryan probably thought were Greek. Singing along to a pop hit in Russian while she was brushing her teeth and so. Then her moment of oops, crap and damn. Forgot a top as so used to not having anyone else about... Stood just in pajama shorts, her dress had let her get away braless... Oops. Hand towel be a bit useless and laundry day... Nothing was working out today.

Her rooms were mostly decorated and furnished comfortably but relaxed and without the grand plaster work of the ground floor or marble floors. An antique dressing table in the corner covered in a scattering of make up, hair brush and other general stuff a woman used on a regular basis. Her laptop lay on a coffee table and general a forgotten mug. Round the mirror and on the wall Victoria had a large collage of photos, ranging from a much younger Victoria with her dad and mum on various trips and milestones, her and her dad in far flung places, then Marlin came into them, Maria and others in Russia, England and Africa.

Holding her dress across chest, not that she was shy or fact doctors did so many tests exams and so that she did not instantly realise how her comfort level might differ. Hopefully Ryan was not scared off by how petite, or visible in bright light without distraction, faint scars of silvery marks from IV points and Various monitors that were in long enough to leave a Permanent reminder on her arms. "Umm... Sorry. Got used to doing how I'm comfortable. I don't sleep in much. little memento from my teenage years." Closing the curtains one handed with her balance took a little doing bit between flashing the nigh unlikely someone out there, or a little trouble. Trouble every time. Popping round to the walk in wardrobe off the bedroom, why her bathroom was off the living room was a... Curious layout. Ensuites off the living room, and there's a few cables over there if you need a charger. Might work anyway"

Popping back round dressed in sleep shorts, comfoey sleeveless top with a snoozing cartoon Polar bear with a eye mask and dropping next to him brushing her long hair into natural state after and giving him a kiss on the cheek though it took leaning up to reach. It was probably cute for him, for Victoria it was effort."Thanks... You been nice to me. Even despite everything. Hopefully good news in morning." Yawning, Victoria climbed up the bed and slid the under covers, just sending a text before leaving her phone on the end table, with a charger on quiet mode. Warm under the covers, she was least comfortable if still rather worried about everything. She left off texting Marlin or Manami, they probably had more important messages and did not need distractions."D. Plan B. Set it up. Same time as last. VR"

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Apendix 1. House reference plan

Joel Nicolosi & Siobhan Murphy

Joel’s breath turned to vapor above him as he reclined back in his lawn chair watching it dissipate over a sea of unfiltered stars. Spending so much time in the light pollution in and around Sol really did make the raw night sky somewhat of a mesmerizing spectacle. Even in the mountains, at the team’s headquarters miles away there was still some loss from the city’s expansive glow. Seeing a carpet overhead marked with as much light as darkness innately felt good for the soul. Being in the service park on a rally stage was one of the most natural feelings he ever felt; like a combination of racing and camping. He was certainly no outdoorsman and the comfortable amenities of Rebellion’s vehicular entourage were certainly not a tent, but he enjoyed the remoteness of it all, surrounded by acres of vineyards and thick northwestern, mountain woodlands for miles, it was the closest to tranquility he’d been in years.

A fire crackled in front of him while a German beer sat in the cupholder. They chattered away in their coarse dialect, laughing often, while, despite the late hour, music still played lightly. Spirits were high. Joel had put the car in a lead measured in minutes and with only a few reverse stages to be tackled on the final day, all looked promising. He glanced from the corner of his eye over at the service tent where the car sat quietly in darkness, angular shadows from the fire dancing off it’s high spoiler against the hauler. The technicians had long finished their work for the day and headed off to enjoy the sumptuous amenities of the secluded vineyard. To Joel, at a minimum, making it in motorsports meant that he didn’t have to service his own car anymore and it felt great to hand it over to someone else completely dedicated to make it run as fast as possible while he could fully concentrate on just driving.

It took a while for the adrenalin to wear away. The stages were tight and narrow, often only barely wide enough for a small car to pass between stone walls and rigid vine scaffolding requiring the utmost in concentration. Tarmac was Joel’s specialty. He’d proven it on the sunbaked roads of Kingston though the rear-wheel drive 911 required a different sort of finesse than the all-wheel drive Polo. A gentle swiftness on the handbrake and temperance with the throttle were all it needed to pirouette like a dancer around an acute hairpin. It really was a dance in many ways: The movement of the car’s weight in his hands through the wheel and in the seat. There was a flow to it. It was hard to describe, but he knew when he was in the groove. His hands and feet moved without thinking, sensing and anticipating every subtlety of the suspension over the road while his eyes read for corners sometimes hundreds of meters ahead. Joel exhaled again letting the last vestiges of stress drift away. The last stages weren’t until the afternoon and there would be plenty of time to rest.

Sio sat next to him, barely awake. He ran a hand through the loose waves of red that flowed over her shoulder. The track could be an exhausting place and the fanfare that Rebellion brought along seemed to only intensify the feeling. Motorsports had to be experienced on foot and there was always something to do or see when connected with a race team. Ironically, it was the driver that spent the most time seated. With a small grin he tickled lightly under her chin with his fingertips. “You gonna make it?”

Siobhan smirked sleepily, loving that he was playing with her hair. "Of course." She yawned softly. She'd been up early and was up late the night before.

Joel continued to lightly stroke strands of hair through his fingers, letting them fall away smoothly from the roughness of his work-worn hands. The softness seemed to multiply his own feeling of exhaustion and he let out a healthy yawn before feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket with the long hum of a message. Thinking it to likely be a message from the team, he dug it out of his pocket only to find a message from Ryan Woods. His eyes read over the contents while his mind assumed it to be something other than what he read. Since the festival, They had both been too preoccupied catch up and Joel knew Ryan also had a car he wanted looked over, however the message was completely unrelated and he had to read it again.

“You gotta be shittin’ me.” He said, shaking his head. He gave Sio a nudge with his elbow and turned the screen for her to look.

-"Mr. Nicolosi, sorry for the late disturbance. I have a favor to ask. Are you familiar with a Ethan Aster? What is his involvement with one Victoria Olympus, if you are aware of anything?"-

Siobhan blinked out of the comfortable gaze she was in as Joel nudged her. She looked over at the phone he was holding and read it quickly. "Aware? You mean other than Ethan knocked her up? What is he asking for? Please tell me she hasn't twisted it to where she's the victim. I was under the impression that she was delighted to be pregnant with his child. Wouldn't put it past her if it was a 'keep a guy baby'. Guess she's looking for, what I don't know. She's never heard of condoms I'm guessing."

“I like how he says Mr. Nicolosi all the time, you should start doing that.” Joel said with a smirk. It didn’t take much to get her fired up. His fingers began tapping away at a message. “Who knows with that bunch.” He said with some amusement before sending his reply. “I’m sure they’re all very proud though.”

-We’re familiar. Pretty sure she’s carrying his child. If I were you, I’d stay away from both of them-

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>>Vika, at the Olympus House @PrinceAlexus Joel, through text @Pilatus

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As Vika disappeared into the bathroom to start her nighttime routine, Ryan sat on the edge of the bed, with his back to the entrance of the bathroom. His mind was quite empty, but buzzing, while Vika led him around her house. Its size, along with grandeur, went more or less unnoticed to Ryan. Not that he was used to this sort of lavish living. It was more so the fact that he had a million and one things on his mind to contend with. And no mind to pay them at all.

As soon as his message sent, he began thinking of his restaurant. His one true love. What sort of person is this Ethan? Did he shut off the gas before he left for the day? What if Ethan set his restaurant on fire? What if he slanders his restaurant, claiming to have gotten sick after eating there? Oh god. That would be terrible...

As Vika stepped out and moved to closed the blinds, her voice snapped him back to reality. "Oh. Uh. No worries. This is your house, after all. Be as comfortable as you want. I'm just a visitor who has no business here anyways... Oh and here. Let me.." He said as Vika closed the blinds. "Oh no I think I'll be ok. My phone will last me at least tonight. Thank you for offering though." He said with a soft smile.

She then kissed him. Which didn't help his already confused mental state. Sure, it was just a small gesture. But, at his current juncture, even small gestures like this trigger two very polarizing thoughts in his mind.

Holding his smile, he shifted slightly to let Vika slide under the sheet smoothly. Gently tucking her in and smoothing out the comforter, he turned his attention to his phone and saw Joel's message.

-"Well. Thats....not possible at this point. I'm in her bed. We've just had a confrontation with him at the Old Starboard. Long story short, I tossed him my business card and basically told him to catch me outside. Any advice or other suggestions would be appreciated."-

That was his reply, before setting his phone aside and tucking in besides Vika.

First, he laid in his spot stiffly. Then he thought, oh what the hell. He turned slightly towards Vika and wrapped an arm around her lower neck, collarbone area before closing his eyes.

Paige Kennedy

All remained quiet as Paige walked slowly down the hallway. Nothing was out of place and there was hardly a sound save for her light footsteps and the air whispering quietly through the ventilation. Whoever it was, if anyone, was long gone, which was about what she expected as she neared Manami’s doorway. She glanced back briefly to get a view of the security camera’s field of vision and if it was recording she checked the time on her phone to timestamp herself just in case there was any tampering to be uncovered. There was no doubt that finding out who was responsible was going to be a slam dunk and she had no doubt Tao would be able to pull the security camera footage much quicker than she could go get a warrant and do things by the book. It seemed odd that whoever it was would be so willing to put themselves at such risk, but she had heard of stranger things. The thirst was real for many men and it made them stupid, stupid enough to land them serious hot water and stupid enough to get people hurt.

As she neared Manami’s door number, she could hear the faint sound of a deadbolt turning and another lock being withdrawn. She lifted her hand to knock, but the door cracked open just as she had curled her hand into a fist finding herself being examined by a pair of very worried eyes. She tilted her head slightly, peering back so as not to spook the girl any further. “It’s okay, it’s me.” She said taking a small step back and drawing her jacket back to show her silver Marshal’s star and the gun on her hip. “There’s nobody out here and I didn’t see anyone else out on the floor.” She said. Her southern accent was evident. Strangely, she’d discovered it seemed to have some sort of calming effect on some, like it was somehow what they expected after watching too many old western movies, though she had to admit she liked the correlation. “I’m Paige.”

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Night time Nargles

Victoria
Victoria was too worried to notice Ryan's issues having several of her own weighing on her mind heavily. Between her own, family and friends issues she had enough to distract her from noticing Ryan was also grappling with something back and forth. He seemed to take her habits rather well unless it was just being polite and hiding what he truly thought?

Victoria insisted on closing the curtains herself, however unsteady she was and one handed she valued and treasured her independence. It was more a matter of proving to herself she could do it, Victoria had felt helpless before and that was her worst nightmare. "I got this. Relax." Gentle but insistent about it, she wanted to manage it however much help. Would have been practical or easier especially using one hand. "your a guest. OK, feel free if you need to, especially if you're making breakfast. Kitchen, well you might have to make do abit." He did offer, their kitchen was... Not the best stocked or equipped but neither of the Sisters where the best cooks out there, healthy cooks but not the same standard as Ryan would consider food.

Shortly after sliding under the quilt with a little help and it had been a long while since someone tucked her in, it was nice. Giving a smile while he seemed to frown at his phone, something was important but tonight really was not. The time to ask though and thoughts turned back to her attire for a second. Not wanting to seem like, but... That was how she felt comfortable and however soft it was not the same.

Sleep not coming easily, Victoria was not sure how long passed before Ryan returned and when she had slid off the top half of her sleepwear to get comfey and try and get some sleep tonight. Her sister had not told her if Xia had woken up, that woman had been a major help to her confidence and returned the Marlin she knew after weeks of her shadowy form that was not quite complete. Too tired to care yet too worried to sleep, hopefully Paige could help her friend too, hopefully Ethan did not attack her family or friends, his issue was with her, her choices. Too many what ifs, hopes and worries.

Not sure how long her mind wandered down those roads she felt an arm wrap around her Neck and bare Shoulder. Relaxing a little at the human contact "Warm... Sleepy." Not moving the arm, she slowly drifted into a worried and slightly broken sleep, not fully able to shed the stress of the evening. Her brain did not fully formulate things and merely just worked on a minimal level and merely snuggled herself below it.

Hopefully the ship could ride out the rough seas that came to assail the sisters vessel on the horizen and beyond. There was nothing she could do about that tonight.

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Joel Nicolosi & Siobhan Murphy

Joel read the text once and then instantly narrowed his glance and brought the screen closer to his eyes to read it again before abruptly laughing out loud with a great guffaw. The sort of laugh one would make when watching people injure themselves haphazardly on skateboards or with shopping carts. The calmness of the setting broken as he smacked his knee and cackled at the words on the screen before reading it again and laughing some more while clutching his side. Sensing Sio’s confused glance as well as the sudden attention of others around the campfire he waved his hand dismissively, though he was having a hard time containing his hysterics. He exhaled and tried to breathe evenly, but the words on the screen were too much. “Oh my fucking God,” He snickered shaking his head and finally turning the screen again so Siobhan could read.

Siobhan read the words on the screen quickly and raised an eyebrow at the laughter. "Poor guy. Why text you when it's too late? That's like getting caught in a bear trap in the middle of nowhere. Might as well lay down and die. Don't be sadistic to the poor boy. That could have easily been you and that blonde bitch." she thought about that for a moment. "If you were stupid, which you aren't."

“Oooh, gettin’ spicy over there.” Joel chuckled. Sio’s disdain for Romus-Olympus brood was a never ending trove of delightfully sordid quips. He glanced away briefly mulling over what to say in reply, but ended up shaking his head still in a bit of wonderment at what remained on the screen in front of him. “What a dumbass.” He said finally. “You know, he struck me as kind of odd back at the festival, but i thought maybe he was just nervous about the attention.” He turned his glance back to Sio. “You would think after a big win like that, he would have all kinds of options…” He paused, still thinking and partially probing for what sort of pithy inspiration she might give him. People didn’t normally come to him for relationship advice and his mind teetered somewhere between pity and sadistic humor- Sio knew him pretty well. “And that chick is like the monkey-branching queen of the city.” He said. “Wasn’t she just with your friend’s boyfriend before she jumped to Ethan?”

Siobhan smirked and decided to give him a story he could relate to Ryan. "I'd say they prefer the term community bicycle. But yes she had her claws in Milo. Paige was a definite upgrade for him. Did I tell you I actually met them before I met you? Milo and the pregnant community bicycle that is. Paige was one of the few decent people at that Winter Ball thing. I digress. Milo was dancing with… that thing and she had the audacity to glare at me like I was going to take him away from her. She also scratched the hell out of Paige's car thinking it was mine because Paige and I stopped by Milo's work. She's a piece of work."

“Yeah, I remember the car-keying thing.” Joel replied, his disdain evident. Taking a shot at someone’s car always grated his nerves, not just because of his profession or lifestyle, but because a car couldn’t defend itself, it was just an exceptionally depraved way to get after someone, almost like hurting an animal. His lip curled slightly as he mentally recalled the story and the image of glossy factory paint curled away to bare metal under the direction of a sharp tool played behind his eyes while the perpetrator trotted away as if it were nothing. He shook his head a little and hit send:

-I’m not tryin to tell ya how to live your life, but you might want to get the fuck out of there and just not look back. That’s the best I can do, take it or leave it.-

Joel thought briefly towards mentioning something about Ethan, but thought better of it. If Ryan questioned more, then he would give his opinion, but he really didn’t like getting into other people’s business. If his advice was asked, he gave it and that was it, otherwise he kept to himself. He sent one more message thinking it might lighten the sentiment somewhat:

-Also, i’ll be around the shop this week if you still want that mustang looked at, come on by.-

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>>Vika, at the Olympus House @PrinceAlexus Joel, through text @Pilatus

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What even is sleep at this point for Ryan?

His restaurant is probably being vandalized. His reputation, if he even had one, is probably being tarnished. Also judging by the way Joel texted him back, he is probably being judged or criticized.

In any case, thats where he is. He has to live with the consequences. Grabbing his phone, he sent squinted at the backlit screen and sent one more message. Sleep never bothered him anyways.

-"I will be by the shop first thing in the morning. Have to deal with whats on my hand first. Thanks and good night"-

Sliding out of bed, he stood by the curtained windows and looked back towards Vika. Why did Joel react the way he did when he found out? Just what is the truth between what she said and what Ethan said? Realistically, he doesn't even know this woman.

This isn't love. This is lust. Should he treat it as such?

He quietly rummaged through the room, finding pen and paper. He found a solid ledge and wrote the following

"Vika. I've left. Business to attend to. I'm sorry and let's rain check that breakfast. You know where and how to reach me.
Sleep well. Be safe.

-Ryan"

He moved quietly towards the bed, clutching the note. He bent forward to give Vika's forehead a soft kiss. Leaving the note on the night stand, he slid out of the room and into the night.

As he was walking through the compound, he hailed an Uber to retrieve him and take him back to his place of residence.

Ol' Reliable, Uber is.

Okay, so this woman had connections and really, how deep was this girl? Carlo watched Marlin as she explained that the legal stuff is being taken care of and that she is in fact part of a family with money so his street level hustles and stealing and blackmailing was not going to be needed. Carlo hated to admit it but this little girl seemed to have shit in order for his cousin.

Now, when Marlin started to name things that Xia was going to need, he looked at the high Xia and how she was trying to figure things out and looked back at Marlin when she was done naming a list of stuff he needed to grab for his cousin and honestly didn't like someone barking orders at him. Look...just because I gave in to helping, doesn't mean I'm your personal nigg- Don't be mean my beautiful asshole... Xia said still on that morphine hard and I want my pads too...and I want you to wash my my undies.. she added in a joking manner. He was already regretting this.

Yeah...I'll grab all that shit and will look out for the fucker who attacked her. He told them with a heavy exhale.

When they listened to the call marlin made, Xia was hungry. She looked around and spoke. Where's the feeding nurse...can I get the food nurse? I'm hungry and want jerk chicken. She said as Carlo looked over. I'll get someone to come so they could take your order. He said coming out the room to get a nurse.

After Marlin was done, Xia smirked. I love you and I love my favorite asshole. When can I go home? She asked while the nurses came in the check up on her and to run a few more tests before they'd go and get her something to eat. Xia looked over Is that police lady coming? And will I get to stay with you? She asked. Still ever high but yet concerned about all that's happened, Xia just wanted all of this to be over.

Of course with the time that she'd be there, her mother would be back in contact with Marlin and would have Marlin take Xia into her custody to watch after her. She made her arrangements to make it up to Sol city so that she could keep an eye on her while she was there and be as much help as she could. Now all that would be left after all the moving and legal stuff would be catching the pricks who put Xia there in the first place.

Paige Kennedy

“It’s no problem,” Paige said stepping through the doorway. “And you don’t have to worry about a bunch of police.” She continued, glancing around the very sheek apartment, though Manami’s furnishings tended to add a touch of nerdiness that she hadn’t expected and partially reminded her of Siobhan’s eclectic, artsy side. There were a large assortment of books arranged neatly along with a gaming console in plain view among the more opulent decorum. She didn’t expect to find much, but just listened as the girl talked. When Manami mentioned the person had a keycard her gaze lifted from the room and she looked back at Manami, narrowing her eyes quizzically. “He had a card to get in?” Keycards suddenly seemed to be one of the main focal points of her life she thought with some amusement.

The girl’s anxiety was nothing new to Paige. She knew she wasn’t the best at consoling people, but she was good at fixing their problems. The fact that this particular person had enough access to get through the automated security at the front gate, the door, and make a card to enter the apartment seemed to confirm it was likely someone who worked around the complex either as an employee or contractor and watched her enough times to know which unit belonged to Manami. They had likely been observing her for some time before becoming so bold. She wriggled her lips a little and looked back around the apartment considering what she was going to say so as not to freak the girl out any further, but to also imply there would be a simple option and a more time-consuming method of solving their problem. Her phone vibrated with a call in her back pocket and she turned her hip slightly seeing a completely unexpected call from Marlin going to voicemail. She cocked her eyebrow a bit and slid the phone back in her pocket.

Saving the distraction for later, Paige leaned against the armrest of the sofa and ran her fingers over the smooth threading as Manami continued to talk. She brushed a few strands of loose hair back behind her ear. “This works a couple different ways,” She said looking back at Manami. The girl’s youth and exquisite natural beauty made her feel old and tired. Why couldn’t we have picked a job like this? Some internal voice very pointedly vocalized in her mind. “One way is I go through the regular channels and we get this person taken care of by the book.” She said. “Since I’m not just a beat cop, I can probably move things along a little faster for you, but keep in mind this is not… usually what I do in my job, it will still take some time.” Her tone seemed to denote a certain amount of monotony to the process. She drummed her fingers on the sofa considering her next words and glancing at the bookshelf again. “The other way is going to be a lot faster, but you’re gonna have to be a little brave.”

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Night time Nargles

Victoria
Victoria had a strange sensation, her legs elongated and merged into one muscular form that curled around her protectively and the warm quilt curled up with her into a warm bubble of softness. It was rather enjoyable once you accepted the strange feelings coming from her lower body. It certainly would save money on shoes. Feeling a gentle kiss she smiled and moved further into the warmth that was very comforting and rather reassuring. "Nice... Warm.. Sleepy '' Mumbling to self in her sleep Victoria was peacefully in a deep sleep.

Too tired to fully notice, blinking awake from the rather strange dream, yep two legs, 10 toes and two small feet... Wait. Something felt different and blinked to focus noticing no pressure warmth round her shoulders. "Ry... Ryan? You're warm... Ryan? You in the living room?" Rolling over to the other side of the bed was empty and reaching out she felt it was cool and empty. Where was he? Rolling back over she looked to her side table for the time, was it breakfast already? It was still dark though?

Not bothering to cover self as it was rather dark and you barely could see much , Victoria sat up and saw something next to her phone. Confused and turning on the lamp to see a note. Reading it, her emotions ranged widely and ended up confused. Why as his actions, the note and the kiss all seemed to be rather in conflict? What on earth was going on? Urgh... Too much... Deciding it was way too much to be dealing with at horrible Am in the morning. Dimming phone to a minimal light and sending a short response. "Stay safe. Sleep well. Am i that scary without makeup or was it the scales? lol? Strange dreams.
VDR X"

Hitting send, it was as much as she could think to send. Her desire to get answers was asleep, she could think of more complicated things when the sun was up and lied down making herself warm under the covers again closing her eyes and hoping to get some more sleep, minus strange dreams of being part snake. Hopefully Manami was alright and Paige got her, she definitely did not want to see her friend hurt or treated like whoever might be bothering her. Hopefully Marlin and Xia where, hopefully she was awake at least.

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Marinalia
Marinalia was tired, emotional and running on caffeine but she had stuff together and organized however not sure how she was managing it or operating on a level of being able to deal with a crisis or disaster.

Her hand remained in Xias regardless and she was not letting go, part of her was scared if she let go she might vanish or silly such thoughts running through her head. It was a source of comfort and she was drawing a strong well of strength from her girlfriend. It was rather difficult for her to see such a strong woman, so bubbly, bright and energizing laid so low and hurt. Even in the short time together she got used to her contagious energy.

Ok, her list was rather order like but right now she had a large list running through her head to deal with, several of those where ASAP and she did not have ownership of the property so her ability to deal with the keys issue. Tiredness showed despite her drive to do what was needed. "Sorry, just I'm not living there. I can only do so much. Please help me sort this stuff out. Between us, we only people she got right now. They know where she lives and has her keys... At least get the locks done, the place is wide open right now.

My favourite assholes in future English wifey inlaw then? Bit of a mouthful though. Just find the hair stuff then, il sort out the female stuff etc?. I'm sounding like my dad... Better not. If this was Maria. Nope!" Laughing along with Xia's comments she offered a small gesture to try and give and take a little with a more relaxed posture and accent now that Xia was responding, awake even though she was high as a kite.

Marlin had to smile at the comment, hungry that was a good sign at least, that or she had munchies... Did morphine give munchies, she barely remembered her experiences with the rather potent drug, the pain and many other things where a large blur in her mind. It all was rather fuzzy. Thinking of food... She should get something to eat to keep up her energy levels, or least sugar and caffeine high. Giving a gentle kiss and letting go of her hand, that was harder than it should seem ever possible "Just need a pick me up, be back soon Xia, I had promised to not get in their way to stay with you.

Umm Nurse, she been awake for a little bit, Please let me know if anything I can do to help."

Returning later with a pasta snack pot and some drunken doughnuts, it was hardly good for her uniform but tonight was an exception. The Nurses were finishing up and Marlin a little more refreshed and now with some food ate one handedly holding her hand as Nurses worked for reassurance earning a few quiet comments and a smile from the nurse on duty desk. "love you too Spicy egg.

Police lady I left a message, il do again in morning to make sure. I trust her to come through." However high, those words made Marlin smile and squeezed her hand appreciatively. Home, her mum had basically given her carte blanche to do whatever necessary to look after her while she was unable to get there. That was both scary and also showed that she obviously had made a very good impression when they met in Jamaica. "Home... The Manor. Your mum called and asked me to look after you. Might be a while so it's your home too. Carlo, Security there is way tighter, guest room for her mum and someone usally there to keep a eye and help. Practical, it's nothing personal.

Not sure, depends on how doc thinks you're doing. At earliest if doc signs off on everything? it's not gonna be till tomorrow... Umm today? afternoon or even a few days if they want to observe you. It's a fair while past midnight. You were out for hours... I was so scared.`` Remaining calm with a little of her clipped accent and steady clear tone ever so present in her job failed rather rapidly and emotions just took over revealing how much she had been scared by the whole event and waiting. Part of her wanted to make the arrangement permanent, it was nice having someone to come back to night.

The phone call had surprised her, while nurses had worked Xias mum had transferred her to look after Xia legally and do whatever it took. While she had made a good impression the fact she had trusted her daughters health and wellbeing to her after some 3 months had rendered her a bit speechless for a while until verbally prodded back to reality. Regaining her composure a little to continue, and putting a little pressure on her hand just glad to feel it back. "you're stuck with me, I've already faced down an angry Carlo, not sure if he hates me for it or likes me for it... Your mum's making plans to come, I offered her the guest room, it was the least I could do all considered... Plus she was rather nice to me.

You just get better so one day you can add another surname to my stupidly long name tag?" Joking with the last one, Captain Marinalia Romus-Olympus Alexander... Yeah. That would be mouthful. Do name tags and ID come with 2-3 lines? Sure that comment might raise a few eyebrows but she already was down as"Future English wifey" as a phone contact, what was the harm in it? Plus it might get her mind off being in hospital a little, hopefully good drug induced thoughts than flashbacks maybe.

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