[color=bc8dbf][h2][centre][b]Dr Katrazyna "Katska" Nadezhda Kowalewska[/b][/centre][/h2][/color]
[h3][centre][b][color=bc8dbf]Main Island _ Azul Days _ Just off Ave Pura Vida[/color][/b][/centre][/h3]

Kat was drinking a beer when someone went right into her, Kat was almost knocked off her feet as she leant against a wall drinking and singing along to the music, she did not know the song but her growing confidence in Spanish least let her join in and get in the zone before some man in a tourists outfit knocked into the tall woman like she was bowling pin. 

She was struck, sure she was wearing black, on black and her accessories where… Black but she was not invisible. 

Her hat went off her head and when she felt the weight of her beer, most of it was now on the floor instead of in the bottle. She had paid for that, Kat's temper came to the fore and she looked about for her hat, black of course was hiding in the dark and it was vintage 40's! She was not gonna find a replacement like that ever. 

[color=bc8dbf]“Blyat Kurwa Poshol na khuy”[/color] Kat swore In 3 different languages as her accent thickened up and she bristled looking round switching from Polish, Russian and Ukrainian insults as her temper flared. It was a very slow fuse but a rather hot one when roused and had to adjust her glasses to see properly again as her vision swam out of focus. Her hat was a risk but what was the point in owning cute things If you do not wear It out and about? That was just a museum not a closet. 

[color=bc8dbf]“Thankyou, thankyou,”[/color] kat said gratefully, though her accent remained more pronounced as she was handed her hat and took a minute to tidy herself back up wincing at her foot's announcement of the pain she had at a tolerable level before. 

Kat was not vain as such but she did want to make a good expression and tried to sort her hair back into order, get her hat back at a good angle and get her dress looking less rumpled up by the inconsiderate tourist. Her beer was gone too and the downed the last of it. 

Now she had time to pause and took a further look at the helper, she did recognize him, from a Cafe…Yeah, she stopped by there to grab a coffee to or from the library and islands archive of public data she was using to help her locate the SS Vika. [color=bc8dbf]“Hello, I'm Katrazyn but I tend to be called Kat or Katska.”[/color] She said a little awkwardly, she did not do this as much but decided he'll, she had been sent to this place and might as well enjoy life a little. [color=bc8dbf]“Umm the Hidden retreat right, I'm sure I see you working there often, i tend to come by about morning or Lunch time. Your working on somthing so might not have noticed me. Do you want to join me for a drink, and one for thanks for saving my vintage hat?”[/color] She asked and began to move towards the bar taking her steps more slowly and unable to hide a grunt of pain from the man's inconsiderate actions. 

Pale silver eyes glittered and looked hopeful behind her glasses that still had a slight smudge on them as she brushed errant black hair away from her vision that had been knocked loose showing her periodic table tattoo down her forearm. He, unlike sitting down, seemed to be a little taller than Katska was, but not so much that she would struggle to comfortably enjoy a twirl on the dance floor though. 

Her mothers words of quit getting hung up, have fun, dance if you want, enjoy your life while you're living in a place that most people would give a fortune for the privilege. That was the theme anyway. 

[color=bc8dbf]“One Azul Dolphin cocktail please, you want something, Join me? Maybe tell me more about these Azul days, and what the highlights, favourites are, and give me a tour and some company.”[/color] She asked, ordering in Spanish before swapping back to English trying to practise her language skills. Finding a cocktail mostly made of a mix of local Azul rum, fruit juices and such. Her suggestion was way bolder than Kat normally was but she did deserve to have some fun and make most of this event. 

The bar was a lively smaller place on the main street with tables close to it that we're not all full yet, fishing stuff hung on walls, photos and so on of older Azul. It had not changed much as well as modern posters, bright painted walls and the steady beat of music. Kat tapped her unhurt foot to the music and looked over at the man curious if he was willing to join her. [color=bc8dbf]"People seem to be shaking the shadow off"[/color] Kat commented noting that the islamds where more like their reputation tonight. 

Kat would have the cocktail anyways, get out the rush of the street and take some time to calm her rather Volcanic feelings towards the man who so rudely caused this interaction. Who knew, she might make some good from the bad. she would see what happened from there and what the night gave her, be it culture, cocktails  dancing or whatever else happened to strike her fancy. 

Kat was a little weird and hoped she did not come across too weird, the woman was entirely aware and tried to make it work, and goth let her have some really nice items… not much she could wear here as better intended for much colder London.


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