Car of the Week | Suzuki Capcino (EA11R) '91 (2025)

To the outside world, she is one of the strictest fashion models to grace the planet, credited to her hard knocks beginning to current. But behind that snooty, perhaps cruel face is a warm heart willing to progress further to the greater good.. of her own small group of friends and family.

Theme Song: Cher - One By One
Gender: Female
Nationality: Scottish
Age: 36
Current occupation: Runway model
Distinct features: Long wavy orange hair, parted at the side. Wide, narrow brown eyes. Thin hooked nose. Regular sized close pointed lips. Always under heavy layers of makeup under her eyes, cheeks and mouth. Various beauty marks by the ends of her cheeks. Oval shaped diamond face. Tall body, with well developed features. Has a tattoo of a dragon on her left arm.
Choice of clothing: There is no way anyone in the public's seen her without her gigantic thistle blue hair clip, a shiny designer dress and tall pumps. In less formal situations, she takes from her little brother and can be found wearing designer tank top and jeans combo with sporty shoes.
Cars: Porsche Cayman GT4

While Paul may be a Londoner from birth, Fiona started off life a couple years earlier when the family still resided in Aberdeen. However, unlike Paul who was a great force physically, Fiona was an instant case of the perfect but a notably snooty and arrogant little girl. Homeschooled by a select bunch by her parents, the result of this came in her teens, identifying herself an overachiever in anything she's done. Though, behind that is a secret: not many know the fact of Fiona's early days drowned into the rebellious child that would steal, take drugs, and possibly worse. However, while the clashing of various other multiracial groups grew an inner racist that still remained in her to this day, she remained bright, athletic and talented; surprising traits for her renown as a high school bully.

Upon hearing Paul's youth being hardened due to this lifestyle, a higher education bound Fiona would drop this all just before she would leave school, predicting her reputation will hurt him. Initially afraid this would oust her to her own parents, she would lie her way into the nearby prestigious institutes to keep Paul at bay until he's met The Bristol Harbinger. Worried one such threat can come to ruin her stride, she would swear, before leaving for Aberdeen, that she would protect her brother from these forces. And while that fear never came to today, it resulted in her unwavering support for her brother and by proxy: his family and closely related.

Using her gifts and gab, she finds herself eventually aiming for a doctorate in psychology. It sounded all too good, until Fiona however found her fate to be on the world of fashion, as she was noticed due to her similarities to other models then. She then entered this chance, and behind another visage, she acted with grace and took advantage of her beauty. Praise followed, now with her hoping to use this as a memory that helps forget her more savage delinquent past. While the news was shocking, her decision was better for everyone, now able to sustain and also make her own living. Outside the runway, she has appeared as competitors for dancing competitions, particularly for more traditional dances. What drove this desire however isn't clear yet.

After a series of events involving a conspiracy, assassins, a nuclear heart, and her brother's long time rival's heel face turn, Fiona would come in the face of the Assassin's Guild after barely surviving a vicious attack by the Hel Walker. While not part of them, she makes use of their services, while straying away from the killing, proof she's at least morally sound, and not unpredictable.

A luxury hotel in the center of Barcelona, Spain
Night

A quiet idyllic night engulfs the similarly inactive hotel.

However, a man coming out of his room, with a face that reeks of mildly disturbed, mumbles to himself with a hint of stress..

Paul: "Bloody Jesus this woman.."

Walking across the hallway to another door, he then shook his sleeping robes as he proceeds to knock.

After a second knock, he silently asked..

Paul: "Fiona?"

Following a pause, Paul put his ear by the door, but didn't get anything, as he began to wonder.

Paul: "Fionaa? Is Paul, lassie."

As he hears the locks open up, he moved back as said door moves inwards.

A woman, with a facial mask and her night gown on, gestures the Scottish fellow..

Fiona: "Right.. come on in. Quick.."

As he quickly waltzes in, she closes the door, and they both head to a nearby table and chair set, settling, as she came to ask..

Fiona: "How's the rest?"

Paul: "All puggled out, them and Carrie.. I mean, it's nearly midnight, for crying out loud. But.."

He responded with a positive mood, but all that changed as he remembered such a sudden late night request is categorized as an emergency.

And after a quick look over his sister's facial mask, particularly by her cheeks, the moist zones prompted him to ask..

Paul: "Was you weeping a river, lassie?"

Fiona: "Aye."

Paul: "Least you gave me a hint of the gravity of this here issue.. What's the matter?"

He spoke inquisitively, but the superb woman replied, with some emotion in her breath..

Fiona: "I'm, uhh.. I'm not feeling fine."

Thinking the image of Fiona Henderson as one to look up on, he argued..

Paul: "What? Thas ridiculous. You were REALLY killing it on the show. Go on and ask Amelia, she's inspired by yer efforts, ya know? 'Aunt Fiona's so pretty.. can I be like her one day?' kind of words."

Fiona: "Ohhh, if it'd be that simple, you knew I'd keep going on this charade without dragging your lazy arse off yer bed."

She kept weeping silently and wiped as much of her tears as she could, but Paul, unphased, continued to rant..

Paul: "Bloody hell.. you want out, issit? This be your choice, but ye know I, Ma and Da.. we wouldn't give you a chance to go out with a bang y'know?"

Fiona: "I didn't say that."

Paul: "Go and tell me what's on your mind then.. Hendersons aren't quitters."

Fiona: "Aye, but.."

She took a breath and then continued..

Fiona: "It's back. The nasty thoughts come crawling back in, Paul. Trauma, courtesy of me high school days."

Paul: "Ahh.."

Unsure if he was being relatable, the woman further queried..

Fiona: "You know which ones, right?"

Paul: "Aye."

Fiona: "Like, after the nice meal at that lovely traditional Catalan eatery whose name escapes me.. I can't help but.. let go. Really let go, like.."

As he recalled her eating habits earlier, he continued.

Paul: "Ohh.. thought it was weird. No fashion supermodel's going to break on her diet at a moment's notice.."

He wondered for a moment.

But before weight became a topic, Fiona then commented..

Fiona: "Anyhow.. I can't help but.. find meself back at the gang life. For everyone.. I wanted out, but what's part of me has resurfaced.."

Paul: "The cruel, racist, unrelenting, 'nearly at the boundary by evil' you, was it?"

Fiona: "Of freaking bleedin course!"

He thought to the lines of "this isn't the time for therapy", and quickly went on to reassure her as she bangs her head on the table.

Paul: "Oh joy of joys.. you'll be alright, dear. You're making a sacrifice for everyone, even if you don't realize.."

Fiona: "I keep telling myself that all night, Paul. Especially with you right here."

A quick ruffle of his scruffled hair, and Paul then spoke up..

Paul: "So.. I figure.. you're just stressed out. Right.. figure it's time I help scratch yer itch, then.."

Fiona: "What are you suggesting?"

Paul: "That we go and do something. Just us 2, without Carrie and the bairns."

She then looked back forwards, wiping her facial mask off and curiously wondered..

Fiona: "You know I'll just go along, but I heard you lot are going out to the city tomorrow.."

Paul: "Ahh, but I didn't say when. How about first thing tomorrow we go do.. what I do when I need some time away from all the weight of the world?"

Not willing to wait, she carried onwards..

Fiona: "And what would that be?"

Paul: "C'mon, sis. Not hard to figure me out on this.."

Fiona: "Fine. It's not drinking, is it?"

Paul: "F[BLEEP]ing of course not. Just get some shut eye, and be ready by sunrise, alright?"

Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya
Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain
Early Morning

A perk of being an officiated FIA racer these days would be free access to a selection of tracks (in my universe at least), and Catalunya so happens to luckily be emptied today..

[sigh] pretend these two were never here..

Now by a garage within the pitlane, these Scottish sibling pair come out and watches the sun shine at the nearly empty seatings.

Fiona: "Dear me, it's nice and warm, is it?"

Paul: "It's not Brands, but vibes here are nice.. like I always knewing they be."

Fiona, better with letting out her issues, then proceeded to ask her brother..

Fiona: "So, I figured bringing me to the track means.."

Paul: "It means.. today's the day."

As her face starts to show disgust, she turned and began to realize.

Fiona: "Oh Jesus.. Paul!"

Paul: "The day you take on your car in full force!"

He showed an excited, open arms gesture, but Fiona calmly argues back with this unimpressed look going with her..

Fiona: "Thought this was a session to keep my stress levels in check.."

Paul: "THIS IS how I destress, sis."

Fiona: "Right.. And you not telling me squat this is happening.."

Paul: "Is so you don't got a choice. I have the keys.."

Fiona: "Of course you do. This is all Bon's idea, is it?"

Paul: "Nah. Lad's a schemer, but not one that keeps it discreet. Come on, then. Let's get you strapped in."

She grumpily walked to the side for a moment as they walk back to a certain location.

However, what she saw on the side of the wall was a poster..

Fiona: "Hmm?"

Paul: "What's up?"

What took their attention came in the form of a stuck on poster showing a graphic of cars racing on a blurry Nurburgring GP circuit, but the word art popped out, allowing Fiona to read out loud..

Fiona: "A celebration of performance born in Germany.. come join the Schwarzwald League? What's this then?"

Paul: "Oi, lemme see.."

And as he then read under and found the details, he too read along..

Paul: "Open registration, German cars only. Catalunya, 5 lap contest.. next race today midday."

Hearing a contest was to follow, Fiona was ready to say no, declaring..

Fiona: "If you're thinking of renting my car again, Paul, you're dead wrong."

Paul: "That, and.. I feel today's yer day, not mine. Besides.. I'm good with credits."

Fiona: "And so am I."

And despite the offer, the siblings' thoughts then came together in unison..

Paul: "An interesting consideration regardless."

Fiona: "Much agreed."

As they leave behind the poster..

..they then stop at a spot placed a few garages ahead, in front of a certain brown Cayman.

Like a good person he aspires to be, the Scottish underdog then told his sister..

Paul: "So. I'll get your car fuelled up. We'll be off to the track in a couple minutes."

Fiona: "Sure.. sure.."

She sits down a nearby chair, and stared by her car, losing a sense of time.

And as soon as she believes she's been there enough, her brother waves for her attention, and as soon as he gets it, he explains..

Paul: "Look, I know you hate seeing me push your car. But really: I drive me worries away. It's something I used to have no luxury even considering."

Fiona: "Hmm.."

Paul: "What's on yer head?"

Fiona: "I was thinking about.. oh nothing. One of these days, you get your own Porsche to muck about with."

Paul: "Bugger off, Fiona. I'm paying your car's insurance, plus some bonus parts from Understeer; I get stake!"

Fiona: "Huh, yeah. Because of your racer's discount. It's not an excuse to be scratching my beautiful little baby. Like in.. that forest road!"

Remembering Week 81, she started to fume, and Paul, also with some pressure ready to unfold, rebuts..

Paul: "Ye know I don't even want to have this discussion! Hendersons aren't the sort to de-escalate, and should we be getting physical.."

However, she didn't fight back, and somehow managed to go against the expectation, calmly speaking..

Fiona: "I know.. Da would brutalize us the moment he finds out."

Paul: "Or Carrie."

Fiona: "Her too."

Not wanting to go through the whole morning clashing, Paul spoke softly..

Paul: "Alright, Fiona.. last chance for you to walk away before.."

Fiona: "No. No. You're committed to this already. Too late for that kind of thinking already, Paul. Hendersons aren't quitters, right?"

Those are yesteday's words, but Paul wasn't ready for it..

Paul: "Eh?"

Fiona: "You say it a lot, brother: keep an open mind. I suppose I should, well, follow by example."

Paul: "Oi! I know there's a wee bit of foul play in them words! Don't you even!"

She walked away, winning that argument as she then hears a bellows from the taunted Highland Wyrm..

Paul: "FIONA! Oh bloody hell.."

And with the Cayman on track..

..the person on the side seat then began to start letting her voice out..

Fiona: "Paul.. PAUL!! BRAKESS!!"

..whether she likes it or not.

A natural at Catalunya due to his moments made here in the past, Paul, perhaps with a mind for revenge or not, calmly explained as he held the car stable around the first corner.

Paul: "What? It's normal we do 105 around T1."

Fiona: "Normal?! Oh Lord above.."

Feathering to accelerate, the Cayman proceeds through the large sweeping right hander..

Paul: "Time I show you we go around Renault like this.."

And after more holding on..

..the passenger spoke up, more panicked than earlier.

Fiona: "I.. I don't even know how Carrie can comprehend.."

Paul: "She can't. Carrie can't take a full lap before barfing out her breakfast."

Fiona: "Least it means.. it means I'm tougher than her here.."

Paul: "No arguments there."

Fiona: "BLIMEY! Watch out!"

With the brakes on hard, so is Fiona's general dereliction of her current composure, as she explains..

Fiona: "I think.. If you're thinking of sending my BP to.. to.. SPACE!! Well, bugger me, you're getting there."

Paul: "Space? Being honest, we haven't even touched the stratosphere."

Following through yet another sweeping turn..

Paul: "Through Sabadell.. Fiona?"

Fiona: "Don't you dare 'Fiona' me.. I'm going ta pretend snore.."

Now at stationary, the man behind the wheel excitedly mumbles..

Paul: "And that's just a few laps of Catalunya. Bloody love the place. Too bad I've never won me a race here in me whole career."

These positive thoughts however change as he looks to his right, noticing his sister and her faint face holding hard to red door handle.

Paul: "Fiona?"

Fiona: "I thought.. we were.. here to.. relax.."

Paul: "Achh, don't ye worry, lassie. You come into the driver's seat now.. maybe we can get you thinking like I do on these here tracks better."

And soon, they swapped seats.

From where he stays comfortable in his sister's Cayman, he however notices..

Paul: "You know what, Fiona?"

Fiona: "What?"

Paul: "You look the part of the action lady in them movies. Nice dress, long hair.."

Fiona: "I'm not quite an actress, you goof.."

Seeing his sister on a more than ready position, he then replied..

Paul: "Sure sure. So.. drive? Since it's just us, let's go through the turf."

She knows how to drive, but an experience on track isn't quite comfortable for her.

With reassuring words, Paul spoke up as the car roars to life..

Paul: "There we go.. nice and smooth. Was wondering: you still have yer B License?"

Fiona: "Aye, I still do.. honestly needing it to be in the pit lane is kind of a drag.."

Paul: "Drag? What you learned there still comes in handy. I mean.. your clutch work's still good."

Fiona: "This is something anyone with a license can do, Paul. I probably know how to keep a line going, but you have to guide me on braking points."

Paul: "No worries."

As the Cayman began to collect some serious speed..

..it appears the Scottish bunch aren't alone on track, noticing..

Fiona: "Hold up.. that's a MINI?"

Paul: "It is.. a well modified one. I'd say a local, but that Japanese plate speaks otherwise, dontcha think?"

Fiona: "There's just no way such a car's going to keep up to my baby."

Paul: "It's a good chance to see your chasing skills."

She however, had an idea and took it like..

Fiona: "That a challenge?"

Paul: "No, but.."

Fiona: "I'll take it.. besides: how hard could it be?"

As the Cayman started to follow..

..the car came with more than just its driver.

Let's Go
Def Leppard
Def Leppard

Paul: "Strange.. Fiona, tell me you hear that too?"

Fiona: "Music? What the bloody heck's this all supposed to mean, eh?"

Paul: "Brakes! Calm down, Fiona! You're really pushing the TC on this thing!"

Fiona: "I know, you told me I can chase it, and I'll give it a bash and all, but.."

As the pair looks on, that MINI they were following however..

..was like a view Wile E. Coyote seems to be getting almost all times.

Fiona: "Holy smokes, what in the blazes is that MINI made of?!"

Paul: "Don't look at me; I haven't a clue.."

An hour passes, and in the pit lane, we're (finally) back to following the little Hong Kongese lady of speed, as she walks by people with music in her ears..

Candy: "♫Take a look into my eyes! Tell me what you see..♫"

Heeding nothing at the moment, that all changes when she peeked in one of the garages, and notices..

..a certain red SLR McLaren, and thus leading her to a moment's pouting face.

Candy: "Well, THAT'S reassuring.."

Putting her hearing devices into her bag, she walks in, and notices a man eating crisps from a large plastic packaging.

Knowing him as the fastest ambulance driver which said ambulance is known for rallying weekly nominees when it can, she acknowledges the man.

Candy: "Barrington."

Murph: "Ahh.. bollocks.."

Spilling a bit of his food, he then gets up and wipes himself clean, then greeting..

Murph: "Umm, top of the morning, darling. Pork rinds?"

Candy: "No thanks."

Murph: "Suits me. How can I be of service, ay? You're here early."

Candy: "I'm prompt.. a habit of mine. Wonder if I told you I once landed in prison, and prompt is part of your soul there. But enough of me: what are you doing all the way out here in Spain?"

And his reply?

Murph: "Schwarzwald League."

Not liking how this answer is not inline on why Murph is here, she further requests..

Candy: "Quaint. Are you sure it's not stealing something really expensive, or, well, I don't know: having to do some stalking for The List?"

Murph: "No.. and the latter? I was going to say no, but it's sort of bang on."

Confused, she pressed..

Candy: "Sort of?"

Murph: "Ay, sort of. There's a bunch coming over from the List.. but honest to Betsy: I truly really am here for Schwarzwald. You and them being here's pure coincidence, but the boss decides it's something old Murph's gotta get his romper on."

Candy: "Well, umm.. at least you're much more.. straight forward. Compared to Jacob, I mean."

Murph: "Ay, the boss can be a bit two faced at times. Just gotta hope he's leaning on the.. good side, y'know."

He's not bul[BLEEP]ting, she thought.

With suspicion gone, she then thought to leave..

Candy: "Well, I'll see you later. Do send my regards to the dark one."

Murph: "Alrighty then."

Now with her focus on her smartphone..

The little lady looked, noticing from her surroundings..

Candy: "Lulu says she's somewhere here.. this is her M4.."

However, before she decides to stay in proximity..

Williem: "Frau Candy! Come over here, junge frau!"

Candy: "Will?"

She turns and finds a man, dressed in his usual Audi sponsored sports attire.

Making her approach, she then asks..

Candy: "Umm.. hey! Any idea where's Lulu?"

Williem: "Guten tag to you too, Candy. Well.. mein schewister's off to the ladies' room. But.. are you feeling lonely? Perhaps I have someone to entertain for her stead?"

It wasn't a signal or anything, but from behind Williem, a wave of heat would emerge..

Not in a form of nature, of course, but in the form of a local man whose known for being fiery: one Eduard Alvarez.

He walks in, adjusting his sunglasses to have his eyes look down to the lady, greeting joyously..

Eduard: "Hola!"

Williem: "I'll presume you are, so.. I've got some company. Candy, this is Eduard Alvarez.. my partner in crime on the Ring, and also my worst nightmare."

Candy: "Nightmare?"

The choice of word however gave her an opinion..

Candy: "You don't scream like a nightmare like.. the dark one."

Eduard: "Dark.. one? Tio, she's talking about the big boss Jacob Ross, correct?"

Williem: "I presume so.. we're both in good standing within The List, by the ways."

And Eduard slides in, measuring in his head, and then stating..

Eduard: "Guay, guay! I see when they mean she's short.. you're really short.. no intent of offense, mamacita."

Candy: "Oh, I get that a lot. My only rule: just don't call me.. cute."

Happy with this moment to bond, he has a mind with words to spill..

Eduard: "Vale! Of course, hahaha. But you are indeed undeniably.. within contention of that word.. Of course: before I forget.. me llamo Eduard. Spoken the same way, but you spell with a U, not a W. I'm from around, but I'm also.. kind of, how you say.. always not in one place for very long, if you catch my drift."

A name like that has Candy pause a moment, but afterwards, she revealed..

Candy: "Your drift? Well, I do. In fact: I think I've heard of you.. you've got quite a reputation. Road racing.. in Hawaii?"

Eduard: "The very one. But it's a reputation that is still no match for Le Glace Pacer! But again, I have a feeling, see.."

He moved ever so closer, much to Williem's chagrin, as he warned while holding his forehead.

Williem: "Oh mein Gott.. already stepping past her comfort zone, Ed? Don't make your first meet awkward."

Luckily, this blaze did begin to hold back as he questioned..

Eduard: "What? I mean, Lucia spoke highly of you.. even assuming to be of similar character.."

Candy: "I can be just as furious, and you better believe it. But similar? I don't think so, no.."

Facing back at the little lady, he proceeds..

Eduard: "At any case.. I'd like to know a bit more of you.."

Candy: "Oh, quite a charmer, eh? Right now, I'm.. in a relationship."

Eduard: "Uhh.. yes! This one I know too: it's with that wine loving vampire. But I must say you.. smell of.. something rather sweet, but in its own.. naturally wooden way. Cinnamon?"

Unexpectedly challenging a sense of smell, she replies with eyes opened further.

Candy: "Ohh, not bad. I do know a man who does my smelling for me, but you can join in."

Seeing his welcome into the little racer's comfort zone, the fiery Spaniard looked back at Williem, and immediately proclaimed..

Eduard: "See?! See that?! Awkward, my ass! Take that, Wil!"

Williem: "Und like I said, frau: worst nightmare."

Candy: "And you're okay with it?"

She asks, with a hint of discord in her head.

He replied, knowing this isn't his first time that question's asked..

Williem: "He's reckless, but not evil. That much I can share."

Candy: "Heh, alright."

While the group begins to simmer, someone else arrives..

Lucia: "Hammer.. I see the gang is all here. Candy."

Candy: "Lulu."

And despite her stoic aura in full play, breaking that mold however was Eduard, who turned around to the prodigal youth, and even has energy to declare..

Eduard: "Lucia! Hey hey! I see you've chosen to go behind my back again and.. well.."

Lucia: "Oh nein, do not worry so much, Herr Alvarez.. though.. I see you've put a rose on Frau Candy already."

Hearing that, she then looked by her ear, of which a rose is indeed planted.

Candy: "Huh? WHAT?! He-OWW!"

Her thumb pricked by the thorns, she drops the flower as she rubs in pain.

Those watching however..

Eduard: "What can you say: I'm a natural. But then.. I remember something, tia.. I forgot you wanted to see this for yourself.."

Lucia: "Aww.. don't feel so bad. How about.."

As if she as a single star, Lucia goes on to place a well positioned uppercut, throwing the Spaniard backwards to the ground, as he expresses in pain..

Eduard: "AYY!"

Lucia: "You! Are! Such! A! Pig!"

He lands on the floor, but Lucia didn't give him any respite, as she squats to inform..

Lucia: "I think you know what's coming.."

Eduard: "Sure, go.. I deserve it!"

She began to kick away at the man, and her brother, concerned about this behaviour, wonders..

Williem: "Schweister, do tell.. is he an enemy?"

Lucia: "Ja, for the next minute he is!"

After a quick shrug, he joins in with the kicking, with Candy only watching feeling unsure.

Candy: "Ohh.."

And then, yet another familiar face walks in, notably drinking orange juice as he sees, and then spoke with wonder..

Graham: "Eh? What the heck's this all then?"

A pause followed, and he too comes in kicking the poor Eduard who still remains helpless.

Even more puzzled, the little lady had even more to ask..

Candy: "Uhh.. Wilde with an e?? What just happened?"

Miranda: "Hmmm hmm... dearie, hii.."

The last she heard that voice..

She saw a woman dying on the pavement, ravaged by a blood knight.

With the confirmation of her near death being her last memory of this person, Candy turns, and saw..

The sweet soul sister, feeling fine and ready for action.

Of course, this was unexpected, as Candy starts to stammer..

Candy: "M-Miranda?! You're better! Oh.. you know I prayed for this, and.. and it happened! I mean.."

Miranda: "Oh, not like it was my first episode with a sharp blade, sweetie. I'm always in tip top condition! So.. what's with the kicking??"

Also confused with this JoJo reference, the half brit biker then realizes..

Graham: "Eh? Uhh.. lads.. I don't mean to pry, but he don't look like the kind that deserves these.. come to think of it.."

An observation of the victim has him note..

Graham: "Dear me.. you're Alvarez.. the Ibiza Blazer. I'll be frank guv: I'm a fan."

And overhearing this, she comments..

Candy: "Ibiza Blazer? Everyone's got a cheesy nickname, huh?"

Eduard: "You are? I, emm.. I'm touched, but first: help me up, will you?"

While he gets up, a formula gets formulating in Candy's head, as she asks..

Candy: "You all can't be here for nothing, right?"

Graham: "Well, what'd you think is the obvious answer, mum?"

Candy: "It's Schwarzwald. It has to be. I mean.. your new Christmas Porsche and your AMG.."

A playful Miranda then adds..

Miranda: "Eh.. she got us all figured out. Before you ask.. Lyle-bear's busy with a deal in Madrid."

Candy: "I expected something like that. Or he's in another of your studio's movies.."

The yellow clad actress however notices someone else in the vicinity..

Miranda: "Oh.. you seem familiar. Lulu from Deep Forest, right?"

Lucia: "Ja, that's me, but.. I uhh, dislike it when I get called that aside from.."

And just on the other side of the scene..

Eduard: "You know these strangers? It's as if.. you have the edge in being the center of attention.."

Candy: "Not like I want it, but I'm playing this game perfectly fine, so.."

Lucia: "By the way, Eduard.. I hear Henderson is in the area, and should you want that grudge match.."

Eduard: "Not yet, sweetheart. We're here for Schwarzwald, but.. as far as we know.. he's got nothing German that can take out things like your M4."

But the much shorter one in this small group then took to heart those words..

Candy: "Grudge match?"

Lucia: "Ja. Perhaps you remember.. white Aston Martin One-77 and a lime X-BOW R on my television screen?"

Having memories of a Supercar Festival classic in play, the sweet lone wolf showed a bitter side as she shares some pain while her body withdraws.

Candy: "It pains me to say.. I still want a proper rematch against my lovely Bon Bon's X-BOW.."

The pair that makes up of who's in The List too shares..

Williem: "We too."

Eduard: "You said it, tio! Think you're the only one, tia?"

Candy: "So it's the three of us.. plus Henderson, I bet.."

A grin came from her, but out of it was a sweet sensation of sinister born from that bitter phase earlier.

The mentally adept biker notices..

Graham: "Her face screams scheming, mum."

Miranda: "I wonder what that's all about?"

Lucia: "May I answer? The Ternion has prepared something.."

Miranda: "Oooh.."

Now gathered in a garage, the whole group then collects themselves to..

..a black MINI, but better known as..

Graham: "It's this MINI, is it? The once was a blue one?"

Williem: "Ja, this is it."

Candy, now walking in and feeling all kinds of smug, then explains..

Candy: "Now, I hope you're ready to be amazed.. or terrified. Or.. anything else, Lulu?"

Lucia: "Amazingly terrified? I don't care. Und it was a secret between our special little trio. Well?"

As Candy reaches for a lever by the glovebox, her good friend helped with opening the hood.

While it's not a gleaming engine, what it is however is not MINI related in any ways, as Eduard observes..

Eduard: "Is that a K20?! Es la leche!"

Williem: "My my, this is some engineering work. Gut gemacht, Lucia."

Lucia: "Danke schon."

Candy: "Impressed? I had my friend source the engine.. you know.. the one who's recently in contention to be part of The List?"

Being in the news for this illicit group of street racers, the Hawaiian racing deity naturally answers.

Eduard: "This one.. it's the bomb expert from Da Nang. Rudeboy, was it?"

Candy: "That very one. And now you're ready to find out what happens when this MINI has VTEC and a turbocharger that makes me think of Jet Jaguar."

Williem: "Consider me.. pleasantly afraid of what this will do later in Schwarzwald."

The yellow clad actress though wonders..

Miranda: "Hold on a minute: Isn't MINI like.. a British car brand?"

Candy: "Not anymore. It's essentially BMW."

Miranda: "So, we have Porsches, BMWs and Audis.. going to face against a MINI that's got a latte with the double-double? It must be terrifying, bud."

Candy: "Agreed. But I had Cierra work out the kinks, and it's perfect for me. A certain Cayman earlier found that out the hard way. Which reminds me.."

Closing the hood, she then asked the whole collective..

Candy: "Any of you drive a Cayman for later?"

Williem: "Eduard?"

Eduard: "I don't have a Cayman. You're going to face off against a 911 from me."

Using her memory, Candy then deduces..

Candy: "So.. let's see... 993 and AMG from you two.. Lulu has an M4, I see the R8 and 911 just now.. and Barrington's here with a McLaren."

Eduard: "McLaren?"

Williem: "SLR McLaren."

Eduard: "Ohho, bueno bueno.. his original street racer.."

While in thought, Lucia stepped up and gave..

Lucia: "If you can narrow it further.. any modifications?"

Candy: "It was brown.."

Upon mention of the color of her pursuer earlier, she then remembers a scene from Week 81..

Candy: "And.. actually I saw it in America that time.. with Paul?"

Graham: "If memory serves, I know Paul doesn't drive Porsche."

Miranda: "No, silly. He's always racing in that super rare Aston. Going to no show this one. Maybe someone.. related?"

With related in mind, an answer finds its way to the sweet wolf..

Candy: "Related.. right, right! It's his sister's car.. Fiona, was it?"

Lucia: "The supermodel. She's.. not as good as her brother."

The little lady, knowing she had a moment of smug satisfaction from inside the MINI earlier, then suddenly had a buildup of guilt, as she reveals..

Candy: "That explains the erratic driving.. Yeesh, way to go, Candy.. I think I broke someone on track earlier."

Eduard: "Well, I hear you're quite talented at it."

As he was about to continue, a quick chokehold came..

Eduard: "AIEY!"

..and went..

Lucia: "Now is not the time to salt that wound!"

With her conscience cleared, Candy announces..

Candy: "Maybe we should.. well.. go get ready. I need to, umm, lighten a burden."

..and then leaves the garage, leaving the group to mingle.

Graham: "Burden? That's unsettling. You're Lucia the Prodigy, was it?"

Lucia: "Correct."

Graham: "Pleasure to meet. Graham Wilde. I race for Suzuki, Group 3."

Lucia: "Suzuki? Those unremarkables? We've yet to race, then.. but what's someone not from Japan doing in a Japanese team?"

Graham: "New team, new horizons."

Miranda: "It's his way of saying 'no other hoser's going to hire me'."

Graham: "Don't ruin the moment, mum."

Williem though, after a nice staredown with the iconic MINI, then realizes..

Williem: "Entschuldigung, people, but.. has anyone seen where Eduard has gone?"

Back to its original resting spot..

..the Cayman, now wiped clean and refuelled to leave the track, has its owner, sitting nearby and riddled with sweats, complaining..

Fiona: "Whew.. that MINI has hands."

Paul: "Hands?"

Fiona: "Never mind that.. I mean.. well.. I need more water."

Noticing two bottles of water emptied, Paul would grab them, and then reply..

Paul: "You've guzzled a pair already, y'know?"

Fiona: "Every little drop helps."

Paul: "Fine. I'll be back."

And as he exits, Fiona, left to herself, questions the situation she's in.

Fiona: "How annoying. Why is it being upstaged really brings me to such a low.."

Eventually not forgetting why they're here as part of Paul's not so well thought out master plan..

Fiona: "Guess there's no fully clearing the bully in me.."

She wipes another tear coming out from one eye, but clears it further as she notices a teenage sized individual walking by.

Fiona: "A little Asian? If not Rin, then.. Candy?"

Candy: "Mmhmm.. my suspicions have been correct. May I enter?"

She gestures a yes, allowing the sweet lady to come on in.

Candy: "How's it going? Actually, you don't look so good.."

Fiona: "Feh, any more obvious observations?"

She's in a poor mood, as Candy thought, but instead of furthering the line of questioning, she takes a look at the nearby Porsche..

Candy: "I know for a fact of this Brown Cayman back in Trial Mountain that time. And about this MINI that's causing it some trouble."

Upon the reach of silence, Candy received a quick lift up her shoulders courtesy of a mentally unstable Fiona.

Candy: "Eep!"

Fiona: "Don't you see how this is going, you buck toothed cluck?!"

Candy: "P-put me down, hey! I-I don't know what's wrong, but I want to apologize, okay?!"

Hearing that, she came to her senses, and put Candy back on her feet.

Fiona: "I.. umm.. apologize. When I lose myself, I always find myself with sour thoughts. You understand, right? Don't take it personally."

Candy: "I know.. I won't.. I'm the one in the MINI.."

That fact now secured, the superlady then accepts, as she explains calmly.

Fiona: "I.. see why you'd want to say your sorries, lassie. It's starting to piece together how I'm no match."

Candy: "Easy! Not like you don't have a chance.. but honestly, nobody does."

Wanting to get their relationship back to appropriate levels, Candy, knowing what's needed, asks..

Candy: "I'm usually good with advice, but.. for you? Usually, how do you.."

Fiona: "That's it.. funny how it's my turn to get advice.."

Candy: "Umm.."

Fiona: "Today, I learn Paul's kind of advice being.. the sort that's more action oriented. It didn't suit me. Not one bit."

Candy: "And where would that lead you instead?"

Fiona: "He used to have a psychological doctor.. but I haven't seen him for ages, nor is he even around. And aside from me parents, and Alan.. there's Rin."

A quick mention of her big sis agitated Candy, playfully wondering..

Candy: "Big sis? Giving advice?"

Fiona: "Oh heavens no, it's more like.. giving moral support."

Candy: "She's quite good at that. I've seen it. It was at.. there's a circuit just by Kamitsui.. you don't know where that is."

Fiona: "Well, I'll say it'd be at Japan.. but really, about Rin: you think so too?"

There's no mistaking her honest heart, thought Candy, about her big sis.

But with Fiona as a matter of attention, she then told..

Candy: "Let's put it that way.. but maybe instead.. I can tutor you?"

Fiona: "Don't be silly.. I mean.. you're welcome to try, but if you're going to take it like Paul did, it's not much help."

While a step of persuasion might come in handy, the man approaching them didn't allow for taht, as he loudly greets..

Eduard: "Hola. May I enter?"

Candy: "Wil's friend.. Eduard?"

He makes a quick dash towards the little lady, then speaking with some exhaustion..

Eduard: "There you are, tia! I was worried I lost you for the moment. I was wondering.."

Candy: "Lost.. we're you following me?"

Eduard: "It's not stalking.. honestly, these days, it's the women doing the stalking. You dropped this.."

He handed over an essential tool from Candy's handbag: a small flip mirror, clasping the rose he gifted her discreetly earlier.

Candy: "My hand mirror! And that rose? Ohh, thanks so much!"

Eduard: "No problema, senorita."

Without any idea what to do, Eduard now takes a look about and notices the car..

Eduard: "By the way.. I see you've found your Cayman."

Fiona: "Oh, umm, excuse me.."

Noticing her imminent departure, Candy halted..

Candy: "Don't go, Fiona.. he might be the ticket. Umm.. this is Eduard.. the Ibiza Blazer, right?"

Eduard: "Si, yes. Que tal?"

Fiona: "Umm.."

Eduard, observing this strange woman of the highlands, quickly assumed, and has some words ready to show..

Eduard: "A bit shy, are you? Ehh.. don't sweat, darling. I see you have this Cayman. Yours is the best kept one I've seen of all of them.. it's easy to mistake this from a showroom variant."

Fiona: "Thanks.."

Candy: "(Gosh, she's having trouble being nice??)"

The superb woman, now superbly withdrawal, discreetly gestures..

Fiona: "[muffled] CANDY HELP.."

Candy: "Help on what?"

Eduard: "Oh ya! Did someone say help?"

The blazing soul then continued his 'assault'..

Eduard: "See umm.. what's-your-name.."

Candy: "Fiona."

Eduard: "Fiona, eh? Fiona, Fiona, Fiona.. I could write a song with a name so beautiful like that."

She obviously sees him losing his senses, and considering Lucia's uppercut, it enabled her to go for a quick sharp nudge, following with a reminder..

Candy: "Focus, Wil's BFF."

Eduard: "Umm.. see.. look I know when someone's acting stressed like those shoulders drooped, acting all meek, and with your fists clenched like that. But.. can you trust me?"

Nothing came from her, thus leading to Eduard thinking there's no stopping him to let him go on ahead.

Eduard: "You can stay silent, mami. But what I want your trust for is that.. I'm familiar with Caymans. Raced them in the Clubsport Series, in addition to working with Porsche now and then on the Ring. A car like this, being here.. it only means it's being raced. And there is no way.. No way I'm letting this mood of yours be the one behind the wheel."

Candy however saw..

Candy: "(Goodness, she's about to burst!)"

And while it might look like she's ready to explode, Fiona let off all the steam building up, and started to speak..

Fiona: "I.. I want to confess, Mister Blazer."

Eduard: "Mister Alvarez. But don't let me stop you: what is it?"

Fiona: "All the moments you two have been around.. my mind's at a fizz of.. unwelcoming thoughts. How can I get you two out of my sight because.. because.."

Eduard: "She wants to be left alone. I.. figured as much."

Knowing he's not wanted, Fiona saw a man who looked as if a great fear managed to grip him.

Now with a mind to not let him go, she leapt..

Fiona: "No! No. Don't go, Mister Blazer. I.."

As if it was natural, Eduard notices the woman leaping ahead, and had to intervene before she could crash.

Leading to a great pirouette, Fiona finds herself positioned to look upwards, as Eduard looks down on her.

Fiona: "Uhh.."

Eduard: "Ohh.."

The room then darkens, as a stray light shines on this impromptu dancing position.

Candy: "This.. is.. spectactular!"

Back on their feer proper, Eduard recognizes the professional ethics Fiona has been showing in her footsteps, convincing him of her talent.

Eduard: "I see you've got quite a grip.."

Fiona: "Oh bloody hell, I umm.. like to dance?"

Eduard: "Dance? Dance! Oh ho! This grip. This spin. This wild fire in your soul! Do tell, mami.. you are a natural at tango, si?"

Seconds move on, and they started to connect..

Fiona: "If you're wearing the shoes.."

Eduard: "..with a rose in my teeth.."

He doesn't have a rose, but Candy felt it was right to toss that rose back to him.

As he catches the rose, he places it in his mouth, and loudly declares..

Eduard: "VAMOS! PLAY THE MUSIC!"

Walking from the darkness, a phone, held by a certain Scottish underdog, started playing some high tempo tango music.

Now by Candy's side, they watch on a rather aggressive bonding through dance.

Candy: "Paul. Were you planning for a dance-off too?"

Paul: "You bet. Sometimes me and Fiona.. we can't resist a moment for dance. Plus I'd tell you to keep an open mind like I always been, lassie, but honestly I feel you're tired of hearing it.."

Candy: "And about Eduard.. dancing is not what I had in mind for a guy like him."

Paul: "Feeling's mutual. Especially when I got history with that lad.."

Candy: "You both have history?"

Paul: "We clash. In Supercar Festival. Pretty often, actually. But what's the likes of you doing snooping about here?"

Candy: "I wanted to apologize. For messing up Fiona's probable first drive in Catalunya."

Paul: "Yer the MINI, was it? Don't worry about it, lassie. Seems to me it's led to this.."

It was a short song, but their rhythm and steps were right on the money, and as the situation goes back to normal, the crowd cheers on..

Candy: "Wow!"

Paul: "Bravo!"

Fiona: "Encore?"

Eduard: "I would, but perhaps some other time. We have a race later."

He let go of the supermodel, who hops back towards her brother.

Noticing one of his racing rivals, Eduard then spoke up..

Eduard: "Amigo.. I apologize for taking your darling away from you."

Paul: "She's not me wife, Ed. Sister."

Eduard: "Ahh."

Fiona, now feeling somewhat cured of her pains, gets a quick question in..

Paul: "Fiona.. are ye-"

Fiona: "Feeling better? Oh yes sir. That I am. But if not an encore, Mister Blazer.. I want a favor."

Eduard: "Anything, mami: just say it."

She collects her breath, and takes a quick sip of water her brother brought in, and then reveals..

Fiona: "You say you're.. racing, right? I know it's a stretch, but.. I want to try out for that Schwarzwald League."

Candy: "Oh!"

Paul: "Brilliant! It does mean you're going to face off that bleeding MINI again."

She didn't forget what happened earlier, thus leading to her..

Fiona: "Which brings me to the next thing.. I know Paul's going to babble on about it.."

Paul: "Oi!"

Fiona: "But what is it that.. driving cars does that makes you feel more than alive? I wish to be understanding, so I can help out my brother in his career.. and meself, while we're at it?"

It was directed to the guests of this garage.

Candy, not sure what kind of answer to give, spoke up..

Candy: "This.. kind of question is going to get differing answers from different people. From me.. it's become a part of me. No more, no less."

Paul: "It has, is it? Today I learned.."

Fiona: "Okay, but I know your answer by heart now, brother."

Paul: "Aye, you know: Carrie.. daughter of some Le Mans racing big shot."

Ready to go, Eduard spoke..

Eduard: "Oh.. but now it is my turn to shine! Well.. put it this way.. pstt, give me a few pointers?"

Candy: "Supermodel."

Paul: "Bleedin' supermodel is correct."

Riling up his mind..

Eduard: "Ahh, supermodel, supermodel.. Bingo!"

He lets it all go, explaining with his gentle suave tongue..

Eduard: "Senorita. Think of it as being in the runway. Everyone looking at the best you, making step after step through the lights, and in front of the cameras. I say.. being behind the wheel of a high performance sports car, going wild in ways people cannot imagine.. that is the best me. And what's more.. I plan to not stay stagnant, and expand. It's the action that soothes the.. hurting flame in my heart. This risk.. the weight.. the thrill, it's what makes me.. feel alive."

And as she begins to process, who's left commented..

Eduard: "Maybe that'll help, eh?"

Candy: "That's.. not bad!"

Paul: "Agreed. Good analogy. How about it?"

The superb lady Fiona then replied, with a soul inspired.

Fiona: "I.. I like it. A lot. Today.. after meeting such a.. charming sort of man.. I.. I hope to be reborn!"

Paul: "Sister.."

Fiona: "I can see a little bit more of your light, laddie. Let's not waste it. Sign me up for Schwarzwald, brother."

Paul: "Can do. Come on, Candy. Let's hope we got slots."

And as the Group 3 racers exit the garage, those who remain have plans..

Eduard: "And now.. let's get acquainted. In to the car, if you would please.."

Fiona: "Oooh.. charmed.."

As hours pass into midday, a row of German cars start piling up the long Catalunya straight.

And the one to watch being the newbie racer in the Cayman, the lady inside tries to shake off her doubts and negative vibes.

And if being a newbie is going to slow her down, at least a good coach is ready as she wears a communicator in addition to her newly bought racing suit..

Paul: "Alright. Sister. This is it. Got a whole roster of some folk who knows how to get about Wurth and La Saixa without a hitch."

Fiona: "Say what crap you got, laddie.. I'm going to show you the results of me and that Blazer fellow's time together."

Knowing love is in the air of this connection, Paul started to feel a rather estranged feeling.

Paul: "Jesus.. Eduard as a potential in-law. World's bleeding mad, don't you think?"

Fiona: "In your wee little world, that is."

Paul: "Sure, sure. Not like you two are going to tie the knot with such a grand first impression."

Fiona: "That a challenge?"

Paul: "Achh, no!"

Fiona: "Yes it is."

Paul: "Whatever. Check if yer traction control's on.. And if I be knewing the style of me old foe Eduard.. keep yer heart's fire in check, madam."

Fiona: "Got it."

However, she still isn't at true ease for a certain car behind..

No Def Leppard is coming out this time, but Fiona, with that in mind, began to murmur..

Fiona: "That rascal Candy in that MINI had a song, was it? She must have something driving her.. pretty sure I have that something.."

Out of the realms of past doubt come a confidence of the present.

And from this, she pumps herself up with a jolt of excitement coming up as the race readies to start.

Fiona: "Ehh?!"

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Feeling a surge of energy coming in, she feels her senses go into overdrive..

Fiona: "This is what Paul must be feeling.. ohh brilliant: that's more bloody freaking like it!!"

And before long..

The lights glare and the racers take off!

Time marches on to the afternoon..

And by the side of the shaded pit lane, Candy, now gathered with this unusual pair from Los Angeles, carries on with a discussion on what happened last Christmas (I gave you my heart).

Candy: "So.. when I found her, on the pavement.."

Graham, knowing even more than the woman who saw personally how this encounter went, then explained..

Graham: "Candy. No need to worry yourself! She's an actress, mate. Afraid you got fooled real nicely. I mean.. her whole bleeding out a fountain schtick's so darned convincing, you should've been there when it was Lyle's first time."

Candy: "I can already guess.. but how did you do it?"

And from her undergarmet, Miranda grabbed a layer of packaging, then waving them to be..

Miranda: "Blood packs. Can come in real handy when you need to make a scene."

Candy: "And why'd you need to make a scene?"

Miranda: "Well.. I panicked. Mind's all fuzzy, sweetie.. Had to SOMETHING when faced with what looks to be a crazed killer in an alleyway.. I've played warrior princesses who knows what it means to dodge and catch swords and stuff, and I can't risk it.. so.. spray fake blood it is, and hopefully the stain didn't get washed so easy."

That overly long explanation however fell into unwise minds, as Graham then continued his questioning..

Graham: "You let her go? I mean.. it'd be quite the scenario to see the likes of you going head to head with what Candy calls a bona fide assassin in vampire clothes."

Miranda: "I disarmed her.. that was the best I could do.. for crying out loud: it was Christmas. I wasn't in the mood for heroics.."

She brought out that smile again, and while Candy remembered those eyes again..

Seeing that Christmas was ages ago, her memory's more fuzzy on recollecting it.

Instead, she decided to move on..

Candy: "I.. hope I didn't ruin the mood by bringing that up."

Miranda: "Aww.. don't worry about it, dearie. As you can see, I managed to get well enough to go do your thing and get a nice podium finish."

Candy: "Nirvana's girls only racing club paying off, if I had to guess."

Miranda: "Then you know enough, dearie."

The game theorist biker however had another thought to share..

Graham: "Either way.. you sure you don't want to join us for a late lunch? Lyle's chubby bod's the kind that knows where to go for food, and.. with Paul's family, it'd be quite a crowd with us."

With interest in seeing Paul's children again, Candy didn't hesitate.

Candy: "Send me the location. I'll be there."

Graham: "Right. And I guess we're off. Ta ta then."

Miranda: "Toodles.. ehe."

Having a failed sense of where she parked the VTEC MINI, Candy instead heads towards finding Lucia..

..who judging by the cars present in her last known, might already be gone.

Who remained however, is the Nurburg pair of The List, with Eduard of note being on a wheelchair.

Eduard: "To be honest, tio.. I deserve it for hitting her anyways.."

Williem: "Kamerade, I'm glad you're humble about it, but.. maybe it's better you gave her back the position.."

Eduard: "And potentially crash into a charging MINI de la muerte? Tio, I'm lucky she took my apology better than the last time."

It's a pretend act that Lucia's caused serious injuries that could get her arrested, but Candy came up to ask them, not feeling pitiful in any form..

Candy: "Hey, you heard?"

Williem: "About what? This mann being the victim of my schweister's rage?"

Eduard: "No, it can't be! It's me getting hooked up, I bet."

Obviously while that's his main story to tell, Candy didn't quite like him showing it off, remarking.

Candy: "Really.. I think you've made that quite clear.."

Eduard: "Not yet, mamacita. Not yet. But if you want clarity.. I umm.. thank you for having this opportunity to dance with me."

Candy: "I hope that meant being on track together."

Eduard: "Si, senorita. Was I being unclear?"

Candy: "No, no. AFter seeing firsthand what you did to Lulu, you're reckless like what I've heard alright. Although, I was wondering.."

She paused to think, then..

Candy: "Why's it this be the first I've have the pleasure of meeting yourself?"

Eduard: "You're never at the Ring is one, the other.. well, I travel. A lot even."

And as she was to get more detail, a man dressed in Aston Villa colors came by, with a trophy on hand.

Murph: "Oi oi, fellas. That was a good run, innit?"

Eduard: "It's Murphy!"

Williem: "Murph!"

Candy: "Barrington.. I heard tales about a blisteringly fast red SLR McLaren.. guess I can rule out that myth."

Hearing a compliment of his most iconic car behind the 12C, Murph then brags a bit..

Murph: "It's what makes the Murph.. Murph after all those years! But seeing how it went.. the race was all you, ay? Now, I see why the boss is keeping an eye on you, love. But these two lot aren't holding back too, right? Ever got a hint Ed here's part of The List?"

Candy: "Yes, it was mentioned. The dark one must've found some street racing talent from you.. it was Hawaii, was it? How are the roads there?"

Eduard: "I'd like to explain, but to paint that picture is a little tricky. And it's all legal there: what we do in The List is the exact opposite."

Not liking to talk about illicit List activity, Williem changed the subject, suggesting..

Williem: "Speaking of legal, you know Frau Candy here's a talent on the Group 3 league."

Eduard: "You're selling her short, Wil! She's a top ranking racer! That much I know, that much ANYONE should know."

Candy: "Know is lesser than be a part of, like Wil here. Ever had a chance to give it a go?"

Eduard: "...not yet. I've yet to experience that kind of performance. More grip and intensity than your average hypercar, right? I'm a road legal expert. But racing GT cars? No offer's come yet. Not yet.."

As he began to think of more to say, Will and Candy however concluded..

Williem: "I think that answers your question, junge frau."

Candy: "Pretty much."

However, a disturbance in a certain bodily force is felt, as Murph then segues..

Murph: "Anyways.. bloke like me after a nice big win, also needs a nice big feast. That stomach grumbling better be from you, love."

Candy: "Well, look at what the much bigger man with a stomach the size of my head is saying! If Lulu were here, she'd knock you silly!"

And speaking of Lulu..

Candy: "Now I think about it.. where's Lulu?"

Williem: "Lulu.. oh, Lucia, right! Umm.. after Eduard's great punishment, she's went to cool off with the Henderson bunch. What are they up to, eh?"

Candy: "They're having a late lunch party, and I'm invited. Maybe I can.."

Interfering, Murph steps in and provides an idea..

Murph: "I say we take that invite, ay. Foot me the bill, because I got me a good payday!"

Candy: "Oh, okay then. And you two? Does Ed want an encore with that Scottish supermodel?"

Eduard: "Si, I mean.. yes! I mean no.. I mean.. yes yes YES! UWAA how dare you assume! Because you're right, senorita! Shall we depart before I reduce into ashes of excitement?"

Now ditching the wheelchair, Eduard takes his phone out his pocket, and starts to type.

The little lady curiously asks..

Candy: "What's up?"

Eduard: "Messaging.. of course I ran into Fiona, and we shared contact details.."

Candy: "Telling her you're coming?"

Eduard: "Why of course, tia! Her first race, and a respectable finish too! Surprises isn't my thing for someone like her! Honesty is the meta this time!"

Candy: "Hahahaha.."

Eduard: "HahahaHAHAA!"

As they walk on to their cars, the Audi racer and the maniac ambulance driver had a moment to themselves to conclude..

Williem: "Eduard.. in love with another? I should inform Herr Ross of this new development."

Murph: "Ay, I feel it's going to toughen him up some."

With Fiona as the focus, the roster today consists of characters related quite well to Paul. There are a few missing, such as that racing lawyer Billy. But this is a good outlook. There's his understudy Lucia, rival Eduard, American friends Graham and Miranda who he's met in the GT Sport era. And of course his sister. But there's more. Initially it was 2 more.. I remember the early days 2 years ago where I have to do '2 mores' per week to get bases set.

Say hola to Williem's partner-in-crime slash rival Eduard Alvarez. Now, being the sole Spaniard, his inspirations come mainly from how Spanish people are represented mainly for me on media: bullfighting lovers who love to dance and sing. And I want to expand this further. Yes, he is a Gran Turismo 5 character with a STRONG influence to the original Atari published Test Drive Unlimited games, and if not for Porsche, I'd have trouble finding a car for him. His old Signature Car? Would you believe.. the Italdesign styled proof of concept known as a Volkswagen W12? Again, like Fiona: my hope is I can develop something for him to stand out with as time passes. And also like Fiona: his theme song is also a personal favorite. A lot of my Gran Turismo 5 roster are influenced from car racing video games.

That scene where these sideshow characters bonded.. completely unplanned. But I liked it so much, it's staying. There's also that bit where Fiona finds her Persona.. or more accurately activates her Devil Trigger with her new racing duel music. That's also completely unplanned, but once again: I liked it so much, it's staying. Yes, it's new; check her biography above, which should be similar to her last appearance on the Week with the Carrera GT, and underneath here.

Speaking of which.. will we see Fiona and her brown Cayman racing again? I definitely hope so!

There was no roster wheelspin winner this week. I'd say the most accurate answer to this to be Murph, but not this time. As of now, because this Irish nutcase is also on Week 91, he is on the 'appeared 2 weeks in a row so shouldn't get a third appearance unless one of his many cars appear' list, however.