Owner	Pose
Roberto Da Costa	Roberto Da Costa sends a text to your phone in the wee hours of the morning, <<Flight Training 1pm aft deck.>> It is a bit out of left field. You have not heard from him since slightly before your birthday, and you did hear from the X-Corp grapevine that he was off in business in Hong Kong, Wakanda, somewhere
Shannon	Shannon's eyebrows loft at the message that comes through on her phone. The last time she'd done flight training like that, it had wrenched her wings a good bit, and that was not the way she wanted to spend the rest of this trip. A quick reply is fired off. <<I'm on vacation, is the date on that correct?>> Well, at least if it was, there was going to be some absolutely incredible scenery. Maybe this would be a nice way to see some of the local sights....
Roberto Da Costa	Roberto Da Costa fires back a text <<Evil never takes a holiday.>> followed in quick succession by three laughing faces and a wink, <<I wanted to see you, and we can see the sights, have you ever taken an aerial tour of the cote d'azur?>> then <<Aft deck, 1pm, dress comfortably>>
Shannon	Shannon just rolls her eyes a little bit, shaking her head and chuckling to herself. <<Evil can bloody well do without me. I have no hope of ever chasing down that dream and you know it.>> The rest of the message, though, gives her pause, and she reads it over again. Well, at least she still had a friend. That was always a good thing. <<Never even been to the Cote d'Azur before this. Will dress for flight training.>> With that, the message was quickly forgotten, and sleep found her at last.      When she awoke the next morning, she does fuel up with a fairly hearty breakfast, and was dressed in close-fitting, if warm and comfortable clothing. Those who knew her, would know she was gearing up for a bit of training. A message was left with Sam that they were about to have some company, and she was being taken out along the Cote d'Azur for a flight run. 1 p.m. arrives, and she is on the aft deck of the yacht, going through some stretches and warming up this time. She was not about to take a chance on being injured on vacation!
Roberto Da Costa	Berto isn't readily visible as the appointed time approaches but there is a racing sloop that has been drawing closer for the past 20 minutes, it started as a spec and has been moving fast undersail towards the yacht, tacking against the wind. There's a couple of sailors watching the sloop and you hear on whistle, as the talk back and forth. It's unusual for a sloop to be out this far and quite frankly that boat in moving ridiculously fast under sail, it should't be able to match them much less catch them. As it does get closer you can see a familiar figure at the helm. Te crisp black on kirby spost coalesces around him and the others on the sloop are giving him a bit of a wide berth, but you know that he focusiing on the heated updraft that is pushing the boat.     Berto hands the wheel over to one of other sailors, grabs a waterproof duffle and dives over the side, rocketing through the water and exploding over the side of the yacht nimbly. He settles to the ground next to you with a bow, taking your hand and gallantly kissing it. "Permission to come aboard Anjo?" As he lands the nimbus around him fades and of course his clothes are dry.
Shannon	Well! That was definitely not expected! The sight of the sloop all but barreling towards the yacht was quite something in of itself. Under sail, even a racing sloop should not have been able to catch a vessel such as was Shannon's home for the next couple weeks. Thankfully, the captain of the yacht is making her way back to the bridge, so the birthday girl is at least able to catch her eye and confirm permission to board, before giving it! Tradition, after all! Her cheeks darken just a touch at such an old-fashioned and rather courtly gesture, which elicits a light smile. "Granted, and welcome aboard. I had no idea you enjoyed sailing."
Roberto Da Costa	Roberto Da Costa smiles and shrugs as he returns to standing posture. "My Father instilled in me a love of the finer things. He wanted me to be a man of leisure in a way he neverwas, well-versed in the life I would lead based on the opportunities he gave me. Sailing was one of those opportunities. It is good to see you Anjo, and the salt air and this warm breeze agrees with you based on the color in your cheeks. Are you warmed up? Nothing to strenuous today just some basic manuevers, enough to keep you limber."
Shannon	Shannon just smiles somewhat. "The town I grew up in was very close to the coastline," she offers by way of explanation. "Very close to several major beaches in neighboring cities, close to the Groton submarine base, Long Island Sound, a quick ferry ride over to Fishers Island, New York..." She inhales deeply of the salty, briny sea air, her arms and wings outspread as if to capture every last bit of the moment. Her smile widens as she lets out her breath, eyes closed to simply savor the sun on her face and the sea spray in the air. "I've missed the ocean, being inland at the school."      But, it was down to business. She nods, and smiles lightly, stretching out one last time. "Ready when you are, Mr. DaCosta. At least it's a gorgeous day for flying."
Roberto Da Costa	Roberto Da Costa laughs and powers up lifting a couple of feet off the deck, he shakes his, "Please call me Roberto, or Rob, or Berto, even Sunspot. Everytime you say Mr. DaCosta so seriously, I look around for my Father who is dead. And that makes me worry he has come back from the dead to complicate my life. I have nightmares like this." He gives you a wink, "Ready?"
Shannon	"I... I'm sorry. It was only meant as respect." Shannon ducks her head, her cheeks flaming with chagrin now. "I was raised a tiny bit old-fashioned that way. It's sir, ma'am, Mr., Mrs., Miss, unless you know someone very, -very- well, are in their age range, or both. Most likely both."      Her large, snowy white wings sweep the air, and she too lifts off of the deck into the brightly shining sun. Dressed in close-fitting sky blue as she is, she is most likely to blend into the heavens, to the eyes of anybody below. "Very well, 'Berto, but if I'm working at the club, I'll keep up appearances with the titles. So..." Her smile returns, as she inches ever skywards, like the mythical Icarus flying towards the sun in tales of old. "Where to?"
Roberto Da Costa	Roberto Da Costa nods, and smiles, titling his head, "I can live with that." he chuckles and lifts up, there a few excercises flying in close formation, using Berto as a wind break and then being carried along his his thermal draft. But no particulaly arduous manuevers and there are parts of the time that are jsut spenting admiring the cities and the countryside. Berto is familiar with the area and supplies a running commmentary for you.
Shannon	It's a very calm, relaxing flight, not fast and not strenuous. The sights of the cities below brought a smile to Shannon's face, the charming mix of old and new, vineyards in the countryside a sight she would never forget. She's growing accustomed to flying in close formation by this point, making good use of Berto's thermals to keep up with him. "I think we'll be making stops in ports of call throughout Italy, and Greece is slated for next week," she remarks. "I'm really looking forward to that. The old myths were bedtime stories to me as a child."
Roberto Da Costa	Roberto Da Costa nods and smiles, "I have some business in Europe and we're trying to open a division of X-Corporation in Wakanda. I might broach the subject with Victor if the audience doesn't fall through." Berto drifts down towards the ground, landing on a little patio on a hill in the middle of a vineyard a single tree provides shade for the patio and in the shade of that tree a pair of attendants is waiting. They bring out ice water and set up a small table, "Are hungry? Welcome to Da Costa vineyards."
Shannon	It was a charming little villa, with picturesque vineyards all about, and a simple patio where a few could enjoy the day in peace. Shannon smiles as she backwings her way to a rather graceful landing, tucking her wings in neatly behind her. "Thank you, and after the flight, I'm famished." Glancing around, her smile widens a bit. "It's gorgeous here, really. This must be a pride and joy to your family."
Roberto Da Costa	Roberto Da Costa laughs and smiles, "Actually, I bought it in the last year. This is our third winery, I am using the ones in Italy and France to bring over people from Brazil and have them trained. I'd like to be able to grow grapes in some of the deforested areas of the Amazon, not the same but if I can restore half of what was lost and make the whole thing viable that would be an achievement. This one is nice as it has food as well as wine, so I figured we could do a tasting and then lunch? He nods to the two gentlemen, who being sought out the bottle some chilled some are room temperature and the tasting begins.
Shannon	At that, Shannon does have to hold up her hand, and smile ruefully. "The food, of course, but I'm still not of age to taste wine. It -is- tempting, but it'll need to wait." The food, however, she does partake of freely, with cheese and fruit being paired with crusty sourdough bread. Simple, rustic fare, and yet she smiles wide, thoroughly enjoying the treat. "That's an admirable goal, though could vineyards really restore that much of what was lost of the Amazon?"
Roberto Da Costa	Roberto Da Costa raises his eyebrows and speaking briefly to the garcon in Italian, the man frowns and shakes his head turning the Shannon, "But Signorita, the age of consumption here is 18, you are of age the gentlemen tells me is true?"
Shannon	Shannon blinks, and looks mildly confused. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. I'm accustomed to following the laws of the States." Blushing profusely with embarrassment, she offers a smile to the garcon and nods. "If the law does allow for it here, then I'm happy to try the wine. I just had no wish for anybody to get into trouble."
Roberto Da Costa	Roberto Da Costa nods and smiles as the tasting is set up and food pairing are arranged, the garcon leads the two of them through the food and wind, describing how they flavors balance each other and what to note in each combination. Roberto pulls out your seat and holds it so you can sit down before sitting next to you himself. He slips his hand into yours as he listens to the lecture on the food and wine and the way they complement each other, enjoying the afternoon and the company.
Shannon	Shannon doesn't even notice at first when her hand is taken, as she is focusing her senses on the tastes and aromas of the food and wine, noting the pairing of each, and how well they work together. As the tasting progresses, she seems to be steering away from the red wines, and leaning more distinctly towards white and blush. Somewhere, she had heard to never drink on an empty stomach--perhaps it was advice overheard from customers back at Evolution, who was to say? But this time, it proved to be her saving grace, as she was unused to alcohol consumption. "These are all very good," she says, smiling somewhat. "Maybe this will serve well when cooking with wine when I get home, even if I can't drink it there yet."
Roberto Da Costa	Roberto Da Costa takes it in nodding, a lot of it is review for Berto but he appreciates the practice and enjoys watching Shannon learn something new. The food and the wine are both exquisite. He doesn't really have a preference but he does make note of Shannon's for the future. Roberto nods and smiles, "Yes, that makes sense, and actually, at the bar you can legally serve alcohol at age 18, so you can bring this knowledge and the recommendation to your customers.
Shannon	Shannon's eyebrows raise at that, and she purses her lips, considering. "Now that doesn't make a whole lot of sense," she muses. "I could, by rights, join up with the armed forces, fight and die for my country, serve alcohol at the club, and vote. Yet I can't drink in the States until I'm 21? Doesn't make any sense at all." She just shakes her head and shrugs, smiling as she resolves to enjoy this little bit of an indulgence while she can. "You're right, though, at least I can take this knowledge back with me. And the thoughts of a wonderful adventure."
Roberto Da Costa	Roberto Da Costa smiles and enjoys the meal, it's a traditional Italian lunch that lasts for seven or eight courses and takes most of the afternoon, "Yeah, I have wondered about that in America, all the civiized countries let you drink much younger." Berto offers you a playful wink. "Seriously, I'm glad you are enjoying the meal and this little time away. You deserve a break.
Shannon	"I don't miss the booze," Shannon replies, feeling her cheeks color just a little bit at that wink. She wasn't quite sure what was going on here, but at least it was a pleasant afternoon, all in all. "As for taking a break... yeah, maybe you're right. I've done my studying, I'm ready for that EMT exam. That reminds me, I need to talk to miss Grey and Dr. McCoy about that, because of the way it's being administered now. But it's hopeful." She raises her glass, smiling some, and taking a sip of the white wine within. "There is no true break for a healer."