<> ( Part 4? ;_; ) <> <> <> "Will you be requiring transportation to the surface, Mr. Savolino?>> <> <> * Ian picks up the communit. "No, thanks, I have a skimmer." "Understood sir. Please enjoy Sangria-Beltane, and welcome to Red New York City." * Vera drums her fingers. <> * Ian thanks the operator, and sets everything to idle mode. "Okay, we're here! We just need to head down to the surface." * Vera nods and stands up. "Good. Let's go." * Ian heads towards the skimmer bay, and hops into the driver's seat. * Vera stalks after and hops into the... um... non-driver's seat? <> <> * Ian stares out the window. "Nice!" * Vera looks out idly and nods. "Not bad. Hey, mind if I smoke?" Nah, go ahead. * Vera nods. "Cool." She pulls out a cigarette and lights up. So, just headed here to enjoy Sangria-Beltane? Yeah, something like that. * Ian smiles. "Good choice. I live here, so it's fun to see all the changes." * Vera nods. "Must get pretty crowded around this time. Extremely. Have you been to the festival before? Don't think so. Ah...well, you'll see, then. Gotcha. <> "Mr. Savolino and passenger, you are cleared to land at GaragePort 82B, slot 42. Please watch your speed, you are currently exceeding local airspeed limits. Do you understand?" * Ian clicks the comm on. "Got it, my apologies." ( And passenger. Hmph :P ) * Ian slows down, muttering. ( Currently exceeding? Does that mean if he waits, like, an hour, he won't be exceeding them anymore? :P ) Okay, we should be there in about five minutes. <> Good. * Vera finishes her cigarette. <> <> * Ian turns the skimmer off, opens it up, and jumps out. ( Ads amongst warnings. That's good. :P ) (DANGER! You might not have all the calcium you need!) * Vera jumps out too, immediately straightening her hat when she lands. ( I got a hat. I'm awesome. ) * Ian closes and locks the skimmer, then negotiates the fingerprinting system. <> * Ian steps onto the walkway. "All set! Will you need a ride back?" * Vera shoves her hands in her pockets and steps onto it. "Yeah. Dunno when I'm going though." Ah, just a moment. * Ian looks through his pockets for a notebook. * Ian writes out his phone number, and hands it to Vera. "Just give me a call - I go back and forth between here and the ship a lot, so it shouldn't be a problem." * Vera takes it and nods, putting it into her pocket. "Thanks. I'll do that." No problem. <> <> * Ian blinks, and steps to the right side, trying not to run into the man. * Vera looks up at him. <> <> * Ian blinks. * Vera grabs her hat. "The hell?" <> * Ian taps his pocket, and then looks in it. <> * Vera plucks it out and sticks her hat back on her head. * Ian opens it, looking up first at the walkway. <> * Ian looks down at the envelope's contents. "Odd." * Vera eyes him. In fact, she opens the envelope and reads it at eye level so she can keep eying him. <> * Vera reads, and looks over at Ian. "Black tie auction? I take it this isn't normal for the festival?" <> * Ian raises an eyebrow. "...definitely not. That is, you should expect the unexpected, but..." He shrugs. * Vera reads the back and chuckles. "Heh. Well, since they asked nicely..." * Ian smiles. "Might as well." <> <> <>