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Richard Harrington Summerby (the_richard) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Re: Gwenog and Richard - Open
Richard had headed back to the Bluebottle booth between flying demonstrations, mostly to let Millicent have the International Exports table to herself. Still, he thought his actual flights had gone fairly well. Oliver had always had a good hand on a broomstick, and several of their paired manuvers had brought cheers and applause from the spectators that could be heard even in the air.

He'd pulled his customized Bluebottle Two-Seat off the rack and had called it up to mounting height, letting it warm up in case anybody wanted a ride. Leaning back against the table at the front of the booth, he waited with a smile for anybody who looked his way while he people watched. Nodding to those he recognized, he called out when he saw a familiar face heading by. "Jones. Nice flying today." He knew some of those who had gone pro looked askance at him for turning down the Falcons' offer, but most still at least would speak to him.