<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Thalia Linnea,</span><em>Medic</em><br/>2519, present day<br/>Eavesdown Docks, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Full Crew (esp. Santiago, Samson & Babs)<br/>Wearing - This dress (http://imageshack.com/a/img673/9948/464f8e.jpg) and earrings (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/01/c6/58/01c658d0da6ab7bf184cb84af91312e4.jpg).<br/>Location - Leaving Man's Ruin/Heading to the Party<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The first person Thalia encountered as she made her way to the cockpit was Astrid. It looked like the mechanic was settling in well and had already been working on the engines. "Yes, I'm going along to the party," she said. She was going to reply further, when she spied Santiago. He explained things well, so Thalia nodded her assent. "I'm hoping to get in some dancing, as well as lining up that job."<br/><br/>She was pleased to see Santiago recognised her dress - the one she'd worn out to Silverlight 'that night'. The night when someone had seen fit to stab him. She hoped it didn't bring back bad memories. "You approve then?" she asked with a smile, giving her dress a twirl, so the skirt flared. "Poker - oh yeah, it's been so long. Are you going to enter the tournament? It would be a shame not to, since we're there. I guess it might be hard to watch the Captain's back that way, but when he's playing as well-"<br/><br/>She glanced curiously between Santiago and Astrid as they spoke, and when they crossed paths with Samson, she did as he asked and made her way out to the waiting car with Santiago and Babs. "Wow, Babs you look so different. I love your dress. It's... the good kind of different. Do you know this Mason Kincaid as well?"<br/><br/>Thalia settled back in her seat, sharing a soft smile with Santiago, before the driver got them moving. OOC: Feel free to continue talking before going to the car, if you'd like to. I trust you'll get there eventually. The journey took around half an hour, so it neither long nor particularly short. The driver was in an enclosed cabin of the car up front, a dark window separating the two sections. There was privacy to talk, but whether it was illusory or the real thing was anyone's guess. "So your friend is going to make the introductions, Captain? What do you need me to do at the party?"<br/>