[color=gold][center][h2][i][b]Delta Hyper Post Race Interviews: Sponsored by the Anti-Social Social Club[/b][/i][/h2][/center][/color][center][h3]Tokyo AGP[/h3][/center][hr]
[quote]"Wow, sounds like an exciting night and we'll let you get on with that- Beatrix Ward everyone!" And with that, the crowd cheered, Aurora returning Bea's smile, moving onto the next.[/quote]
With Aurora’s setup and the crowd’s reaction, Bea’s inner showman - or inner child, could be one and the same - couldn’t resist. [color=#1EFF24]”Thank you!”[/color] She turned to the loudest part of the crowd and called out with a curtsy.

[hr][center][h2]Wednesday April 14th, 2094, 05:52
Marmolada, Italy[/h2][h3]Arbor Collective ad[/h3][/center]“Good morning, Bea!” Harry Moss was as chipper as ever despite the early hour.
[color=#1EFF24]”Debatable.”[/color] Bea yawned in response to the Arbor marketing representative as she sat down at the mountain cabin restaurant table, not at all pleased about being woken up at fuck off o’clock because Harry wanted a shot with her mid-jump, silhouetted against the sunrise. People sometimes said her chipper nature was infectious. If that was the case she had no idea what was wrong with her or Harry, because in eight years of working with him she never managed to contract his ‘Early bird gets the stone.’ attitude. Gazza’s ‘Early bird gets stoned fur disturbing the peace.’ mindset was much more her speed.
“Come oooon. Crips morning mountain air, it’s good for your lungs!”
[color=#1EFF24]”Even the internet doesn’t work this early and I can still taste the toothpaste.”[/color]
Without a word, Harry slid a mug of cranberry tea with honey over to her across the table.
[color=#1EFF24]”Saints are real after all.”[/color] She eagerly accepted the steaming beverage.

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The ad opened with Harry’s voiceover. “Who drives progress? Erudite thinkers and visionaries?” Pictures of Plato, Aristotle, Isaac Newton and James Watt flashed on the screen before a record scratch. “Nope, it’s lazy people.” The scene smash cut to close ups of an unknown figure taking a boring-looking snowboard - carefully scrubbed of any branding to avoid stepping on anyone’s toes - and stepping into the bindings before the next scene showed the person - Bea - give a half-hearted attempt at bending down to close the bindings before giving up, kicking the boring board down the mountain and grabbing another - bearing a stylized image of an SSTO craft atmospheric reentry, complete with vibrant orange of the reentry plasma done in fluorescent paint - out of the back of the car and stepping onto it, the bindings automatically closing around her boots. “Ride into the future with the Smart Bindings, the latest product of the laziest minds of the Arbor Collective.”

[color=#1EFF24]”More than just automatic closing, the Smart Bindings also adapt to your stance and weight distribution as you ride!”[/color] Multiple close-ups of the bindings making small adjustments to their stance and position on the board in real time were shown as she spoke, [color=#1EFF24]”And you can even link it to your phone and HUD or AR-enabled goggles with the free Arbor app to see exactly what they’re doing and even disable functions you don’t want.”[/color] Bea came to a halt in front of a line of boards stuck in the snow, walking along it with one boot out of the bindings as she continued. [color=#1EFF24]”And you can ride in style with over one hundred designs by more than thirty artists from around the world. All built out of clean and sustainable materials, all the while funding nature restoration projects since 2013 so you can also ride with a clear conscience!”[/color] She gestured to the line of snowboards before riding off-screen. Eagle eyed viewers would have noticed that in no two shots in the ad was she riding the same board nor had the same Arbor jacket.

The ad was closed off by a quickfire montage, including the desired slow motion silhouetted jump and an authentic fall because one, the bindings released both of Bea’s boots as advertised for the safety side of things and two, because it was unanimously agreed the shot of Bea wiping away the snow the fall had compacted into her open-face helmet with one hand while giving the camera drone a thumbs up was funny.

[hr][color=gold][center][h1][i][b]DELTΔ HYPER[/b][/i][/h1][/center][/color][color=gold][center][h2][i][b]A Couch in the Sky[/b][/i][/h2][/center][/color]
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Bea preferred cold to heat, but there were limits as clearly shown by her team branded winter jacket and woolen beanie and skiing pants in her trademark neon lime color. Despite cybernetics, she still needed gloves in conditions like this though, as she found out the hard way the same year she got hers. Skin could get stuck to cold metal even if that cold metal was part of you, who knew? She pulled down the scarf covering the lower half of her face and took off her shades as the camera started rolling, wincing at the Sun reflecting from every snow-covered surface for miles. [color=#1EFF24]”Ow, that’s bright.”[/color]

[quote]"Bea, I'd say welcome to the Dolomites but it looks like you introduced us! What was it like filming with Harrison, and how did you find practice today afterwards on the circuit?"[/quote]
[color=#1EFF24]”I am convinced it’s impossible to not have fun when that man is involved, and that’s before you factor in the location and the script. If you told me two days ago I’d get to drive the SCG double-oh-seven - a hypercar as old as my dad - I wouldn’t have believed you. You press the pedal and it’s like that scene in The Predator when Arnie screams into the night to call it to him. You can feel the power.”[/color] She glanced at Paul at the mention of an old race car, doing a visible double-take as she just now noticed him munching on a bag of popcorn.
[color=#1EFF24]”The circuit is amazing, no other word for it. For one it’s long so we don’t run it as many times in the race, short tracks get stale and as you fall into a routine it’s easy to stop focusing and make a stupid mistake.”[/color] No, of course she wasn’t easily distrac- ooooh, shiny! [color=#1EFF24]”Then the circuit itself. It’s like a huge rally stage, I can practically hear the pace notes going through it, and then you have the glacier and the mountaintop sections, just... Whoever came up with this layout, top job. Someone get a time machine and drag Hermann Tilke here to spare generations of motorsport fans and drivers the horrors of Yas Marina and Sochi.”[/color] She said with conviction. Shit race tracks were no laughing matter!
Maybe some of the weight of her opinion was lost as she was starting to seriously crack up at the sight of Paul munching on popcorn in the corner of her eye. [color=#1EFF24]”Leave it in, we’re not professionals around here.”[/color] She dismissed Rory’s raised eyebrow when he turned around to see what was going on. [color=#1EFF24]”As for practice itself, it was pretty much what we expected. Personally, I’m really happy with the handling upgrade. The instability is still there in the hairpins and the big crests, but now we’re at risk of ruining our lap, not our ship. But we do expect great things here.”[/color]

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Fortunately, the drivers were told in advance the post-practice interview would be done in the way it was, meaning there had been time to prepare. When her section of the interview was over, Bea hung around on the terrace outside, waiting for Paul’s interview to get underway before launching her plan partway through:

Standing behind Aurora and Rory, she turned away, pulling something out of a pocket: a t-shirt several sizes too large, large enough to put on over the winter jacket, doing so before turning back to face the interview couch to reveal the image on the front. Two images, one from Paul’s post-race Tokyo bet post with the background removed, leaving just the man and his t-shirt, the other a zoomed in view of Paul’s peacock eye makeup from their fashion ads, accompanied by a dictionary definition of a word.

[i]suffering
/ˈsʌf(ə)rɪŋ/
noun
the state of undergoing pain, distress, or hardship.[/i]

She leaned back against the platform’s railing like nothing was amiss, her mirrored aviators and scarf hiding her face as the image was displayed plainly for Paul to see. Because growing [b]old[/b] was mandatory, but growing [b]up[/b]? Very much optional.

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[center][b]Bea Ward @MadBea[/b]: 
[i]No better way of destressing before a race.
[A group photo of all four two-legged and four four-legged members of the Ward family with the Sun setting behind Marmolada in the background.]
[A short video shot by a chuckling Frederick Ward showing Bea laying on her back in the snow and getting her face fervently licked by a Siberian Husky and an Irish Setter, laughing as she tries in vain to get up while a Bernese Mountain Dog and a German Shepherd look on in the background along with Eva, howling with laughter.]

#Dolomites #Marmolada #Italy[/i][/center]

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