#Airlines Customer Phone Number

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#Frontier Airlines Phone Number #| Frontier Airlines Customer Number

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Ways to talk with a Live Person at United Airlines?

United airline allows all their travelers to get in touch with a live representative because customer service is the most reliable source through which you will get assistance for your general inquiries like flight rescheduling, ticket cancellation, and refund, cancellation, or refund policies. Lastly, it could be concerning ticket class upgrading, etc. Therefore, in order to speak with a live representative on United Airlines then, there are enormous United Airlines customer service modes provided on the official website contact us section; it knows all about the different ways to read the following section, and you get the proper reference.

Issues that you get resolved with the direct help of United Airlines customer services:

The most important point on which you can take guidance directly from customer services is baggage theft.

If you are provided uncomfortable seats, you can approach the executive for help.

Suppose you need assistance with delayed flights, then you can call or chat with the customer care team and get appropriate help from experts.

You can ask for your booked flight seat upgrade if available.

Finally, a point to consider is passengers can get help with meal customization.

So, if you have such inquiries to get resolved on time, then you can reach the customer care representative from United Airlines quite smoothly, and for that, you have specific ways that you can derive smoothly by reading the below section.

Connect with the executive on the phone: The fastest medium available for passengers to connect with the live person of United airline customer services is known to be the United Airlines reservartions number, and to get the number and connect with the agent on call you must follow the below referred points for help.

Visit the official website of United Airlines. 

Then, tap over the help icon, and therein you have the contact us section.

Here choose the topic of your query and then submit your request; you have the contact number. 

Dial the customer care contact number and select the language as per your convenience 

Listen carefully to all the IVRs and push the one that helps you to connect your call 

Lastly, you have to wait for a while on call, and within the next few minutes, you can quickly be able to get assisted by a live person in time.

Through live chat box: Getting assistance from a virtual assistant rather than using the 1-800-864-8331 phone number might help you connect with United Airlines live person over the chat platform. This virtual assistance service is round the clock and available to get help from a live person.

Go to the official website of United Airlines 

Then you have to select the contact page, and therein bottom right, you get chat message box 

Tap over the chat box, and you have to also log in to your account 

Next, you can enter your queries under the section chat box and tap over submit button

Now, you will get an immediate response from a virtual expert.

Thus, these are both effective tools available online, and alternate to these are social media platforms like Facebook and Twitter you can also use email support to get assistance for your concerned issues quite conveniently.

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How Do I Get a Live Person at Lufthansa?

How Can I Talk to Lufthansa Customer Service?

Lufthansa is the second-largest airline in Europe that flies to many international and domestic destinations. If you have issues with the services and products of Lufthansa, you can choose to get in with Lufthansa's Customer service team. There are various ways to contact them. These ways are explained in the content given below: 

Phone Call

If you wish to talk to Lufthansa Customer service, you can do the same through the call. This is the most straightforward process. To call them, you can dial the Lufthansa Phone Number 1 800-645-3880 and connect with them. To get the number, you can follow the given steps:

Browse through the official website of Lufthansa. 

Then, scroll down to the Contact and Services section. From this section, choose the help & contact option. 

This will then forward you to a new contact page. You can select a query type on this new page and reach the contact options. 

Then, choose the call option and dial 1 800-645-3880 the given number. 

After the call connects, follow the IVR process so that you can talk to a live person from the customer service team. 

Live Chat

You can choose the chat option if you are an introvert and don't like talking to strangers. You can chat with a live person to seek assistance through this contact method. If you wish to connect through the Lufthansa Live Chat, you can get into the official website and navigate to the Help & Contacts page. On this page, there are several contact options available. From the available options, choose the chat method. On tapping on the message icon, an automated dialogue box will appear on the right side of the screen. Get on to the dialogue box and answer a set of automated messages. Then, wait for a few minutes; the agent will soon connect on chats with an appropriate solution to your query. 

Email Support

You can also choose to draft an email and send it to the official email address of Lufthansa. The airlines will get back to you within 24 hours from when you sent the email. Though it is an old-fashioned process, you can make the most out of it. If you have enough time, you can choose this method. 

You can go through the methods given above to get in touch with Lufthansa Customer Service. You can wish to visit the official website to contact the team for help.

#Lufthansa #Airlines #Customer #Service #Phone #Number

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#Spirit Airlines Customer Care #Spirit Airlines Flight Cancellation #Spirit Airlines Phone Number #Spirit Airlines Check-in #Spirit Airlines Date Change

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Do you have any booking-related queries, or is your refund taking longer than expected? You don't need to worry. Volaris provides 24/7 hours of assistance to its customers, and you can contact the airline anytime.

There are various modes of communication available to contact Volaris representatives. However, you can call the airline directly for immediate help. In case you don't know, how do I speak with a live person at Volaris Airlines? The detailed procedure is given below for your reference.

Follow the procedure below to contact Volaris over the phone.

Dial the Volaris customer service phone number; you can get the one by visiting the support page of the airline online.

Press either 1 or 2 to select your desired language.

Now follow the phone menu instruction guiding you on call

Select the query for which you need assistance and press the required button

After a few instructions, the system provides you with a live agent option

You can select that and wait on the call

In 10-15 minutes, when the live agent joins the call, you can speak about your queries.

Following the process above and using the Volaris customer service phone number, you can speak to the live person at Volaris anytime. Let's proceed further and learn about other modes of communication that volaris provides.

Other modes of communication to contact Volaris representative

Chat support

WhatsApp support

Email support

Write to Volaris

Mailing address

Depending on your interest and choice, you can choose any contact options above to reach out to Volaris representatives. You can access these options from the support page of Volaris.

Conclusion: Reading the information above, you must be clear about how do I speak with a live person at Volaris Airlines. If you still need help or have any confusion, you can further log in to your Volaris account and get personalized support.

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United Airways In-Flight Facilities And Services: A Complete Manual

If you’re planning on flying United Air Flights shortly, you’ll want to read this comprehensive guide to their in-flight amenities and services!

Main meal service United Air offers complimentary meal service on all flights, providing meals that are sure to please all your senses.

Each region that United services has a full bar menu, with premium and domestic wines, beers, and spirits offered.

You can pay extra to check bags up to 70 pounds (though they still won’t go in the overhead compartment).

Alcoholic beverages are available for purchase.

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Delta Airlines is known as probably the greatest carrier in the USA. Delta Airlines is the aircraft which is settled in Atlanta and is one of the notable Big Three homegrown transporters after it was converged in 2008 with Northwest Airlines.

Delta is a worldwide aircraft that takes more than 5,400 flights each day. As indicated by that, Delta gets bunches of calls each day connected with flights.

#Delta Airlines Customer Service Phone Number

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No. 43 - Porter Airlines

I consider myself very lucky to live near enough to an airport, located directly beneath one of the main departure paths, that I can regularly see airplanes flying overhead on their way off to wherever. Depending on the plane, they can pass over my house as low as 3,000 feet! ...which is still way too high for my phone's camera! So while I can see the plane decently, even make out details of the livery, what my camera sees is...this.

Okay, so my planespotting hobby mostly consists of literally spotting them (I am very good at this part! It's the photography that I struggle with!) because I'm unable to shell out for a telephoto lens, but thanks to the magic of flight tracking software I'm able to identify the exact airplane that this is, rather than being forced to base my review off this crunchy "photograph".

So, I'd like to introduce you all to our subject for today, C-GLQR! And, by extension, Porter Airlines - requested by @fungaloids, plus an anon.

First flown in February of 2009 and delivered in December of the same year, C-GLQR has served her entire fourteen-year career with Porter Airlines. She's actually only slightly younger than the airline itself. Porter was founded in 2006, featuring executives who formerly served in similarly high positions in Canadian regional airlines Air Ontario and Canada 3000, American Airlines, and...apparently the former US ambassador to Canada for some reason. They're about as large as you can get while still more or less being a regional airline, and they fly a fleet I'd call medium-sized of Embraer E195-E2 jets and an even larger number of Bombardier Dash 8-Q400 turboprop planes, like the pictured C-GLQR, out of their hub in Toronto.

One interesting thing about Porter (inconsistently stylized as lowercase-p porter, but it lacks the clear intent of something like condor so I'm not going as far as to write it that way myself) is said hub. See, when I say Toronto, you probably think of the worst airport in the entire world, Toronto Lester B. Pearson International Airport. Thankfully for Porter's customers they do not have to go to the labyrinth of human misery which is Toronto Pearson, and are instead corralled into Billy Bishop Toronto City Airport, colloquially known as Toronto Island Airport, potentially because it's changed its name twice and the local population got sick of remembering what it's calling itself now.

image: DXR

The 'island' designator is quite literal. This is a teeny tiny airport, just barely large enough to land the Q400 and definitely too small to land jets. The fact that Porter flies to Chicago-Midway, Washington-Dulles, and Boston-Logan is a testament to the Q400's absolutely wild range rather than an indication that this tiny scrap of land is in any meaningful way an international airport. It has two runways and both are shorter than the ones at the smallest airport I've ever flown into that had an actual terminal, Vieques. I'm surprised they can operate a Q400 there. In fact, they can't - they had to pick a seat configuration smaller than the standard in order to be able to use the runways at Billy Bishop. (Incidentally, this means their seats have a more generous pitch, so I suppose that's a point for them.)

So why would they want to put the biggest passenger turboprop in service in the West onto this tiny airstrip? Well, Porter's...reason for existing, so it seems, is to force the Toronto Port Authority to expand the airport and build a bridge to the mainland despite the fact that nobody who lives in the area wants this. Hilariously, they have been entirely unsuccessful in this venture and now operate a second hub in Pearson. That's where they put the jets - after all, if you tried to land an E195-E2 at Toronto Island you would have a very wet plane and some very mad passengers on your hands very quickly.

I mean, to be fair, getting to not go to Pearson is a selling point.

I don't have any other place to put this but they have an adorable raccoon mascot named Mr. Porter. I'm not sure why a raccoon, but I like him. He doesn't appear on the livery at all - heaven forbid we do something interesting - but he's there and he's cute. I do have to point out, though, that this is one of the worst names for SEO I've seen in a while, given Mr. Porter is the name of the men's department of extremely popular luxury fashion outlet shop Net-a-Porter.

I think raccoons could be a pretty nice source of inspiration for a livery, what with their colorblocking and stripes. You could even make the planes' engine cowlings look like weirdly human little hands. I would hate that, but I would respect it! Instead Porter has taken the approach of making the plane mostly white. Revolutionary for sure.

I'll begin with the good and say that I really like this grey underside with its little outlines - I think this is an absolutely brilliant design for the Dash 8. Unlike the ATR series, which I've talked about a fair few times before on this blog, the Q400 is about as angular as a plane can get. I've never touched on that shape before, but I've discussed how carriers, though I'm sure it's by accident and they never consider this, work with the shape of the ATR to good effect. The curvaceousness of the ventral fairing on the ATR is complemented by long swoops like the ones used by Azul, IndiGo, and Air Astra. The Q400, in contrast, stores its landing gear in the engine cowlings, allowing for a very flat belly and uninterrupted fuselage that looks best with sharp long lines and blocky geometric shapes. If this livery had any other details, this would be such a nice touch - they even hammer the point in with the same design on the bottom of the cowlings.

Unfortunately, it's so light-colored that it's difficult to notice. You could mistake it for shadows settling on natural grooves in the airframe if you didn't know what the bottom of a Q400 is supposed to look like, and it isn't as if you can see it when the plane is parked.

You may well not see the wordmark, either. While the sans-serif font chosen is almost gratingly boring it is at least not hideous, but it's located in such an out-of-the-way location it almost feels like they're ashamed of it. It's so needlessly far back and low-sitting that the wing blocks it from half the possible angles, and it's not like it's accentuated in any way. You could so easily miss it. This wordmark is honestly Lufthansa-tier.

Another thing I don't like is the use of the tail. It's blocked out very Detached Tail Syndrome style, refusing to engage with the large block leading from it to the fuselage. I would understand, though not approve, if this was because they didn't want to redesign the balance of the tail when applying the livery to a new style of plane, but the Q400 is what they started with! The livery was designed for this plane and it seems to want you to just not notice this significant chunk of fuselage! It makes the whole airframe look so desolate and empty. The kindest thing I can say for it is that it looks lazy, but really it looks more unfinished. I just struggle to understand why these choices were made, in all honesty. Surely this isn't the best you can do.

Right, right, okay. There's something I've been dancing around on purpose and I think it's obvious what it is. I just wanted to get in an entire review first because there's sort of no going back once I've mentioned it. Everything I said before, while very important, is subordinate to this one...utterly perplexing choice which turns failure to infamy.

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Grade: Z-

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Pursuit of Happiness

1: Meet the Littlemans

Pairing: Chris Evans x Kat Littleman (OFC)

Summary: New England political daughter Kat Littleman is constantly showing up for her mother’s campaigns, playing the part of the perfect daughter in the perfect, American family. When her paths cross with Chris Evans while he canvases DC to build out ASP, she’s forced to face some truths about herself, her family, and her future.

Word Count: ~7k

Warnings: Chris is a bit of a horndog. Lots of swearing, alcohol, sex talk, politically charged topics, chaotic families

Note: Despite spending a lot of my formative years in and around DC, I know absolutely nothing about politics or how things work on The Hill. This also runs the risk of dipping into some political topics (hopefully not heavily, but certainly some commentary and references). If that could trigger you, please avoid this.

Series Masterlist

1: Meet the Littlemans

“It’s navy blue with a hot pink luggage strap around it.”

“I’m sorry ma’am,” the agent’s voice was distant as she sorted through the lost luggage around her, “it isn’t here. I’ll add you to our list. Can I get a name and phone number?” She didn’t even bother to force a smile at Kat as she returned to her computer and started to click buttons, presumably opening up the never-ending list of people whose luggage had been lost by United Airlines.

Kat rattled off her name and number, muttered a quick “thanks” to the agent who had already turned to the next customer, and wrestled with her tote bag over her puffy winter jacket. She shuffled through the hubbub of Dulles baggage claim and made her way to the sliding doors and the waiting arrivals pick-up.

The doors wooshed open and the blustery November air hit her straight in the face, sending her hair flying around her and sticking in her chapstick. Kat stopped abruptly to rummage through her bag and find her beanie, yanking it firmly on her head, and returning to scanning the waiting cars for her father’s huge SUV.

After pacing the sidewalk to the end of the waiting cars, Kat finally reached for her phone in the back of her jeans pocket and groaned when she realized she hadn’t even powered it back on. Being the rule-follower she was, if the flight crew asked that you turn off devices, she dutifully turned all of her devices off and sowed them for the flight. In the chaos at baggage claim, she’d forgotten to turn it back on.

As the screen lit up in her hands, she saw the missed calls and then texts from her father. Or rather… her father’s assistant, Ted. Why a former NFL tight end turned garden fanatic even had an assistant was unfathomable to Kat, but nonetheless she put the phone to her ear and listened to Ted’s voicemail.

“Hi Kathrine, it’s Ted. Ted Brown, Tim’s–err– your father’s assistant that is. I’m calling to let you know that your father tried to pick you up when your flight was scheduled to arrive, but once he learned it was delayed, he came back to the townhouse. He sends his apologies and looks forward to seeing you tomorrow at the gala.”

Clicking over to the texts and finding herself unsurprised to have four texts from Ted, all with the same general message and one with a link to the Uber app (thanks, Ted), and even one from her father that read: Sorry KitKat, Giants/Cowboys game was kicking off!

“For fuck sake, Dad…” she muttered before shoving her phone back in her pocket; Kat then turned to the taxi stand and was grateful there were several waiting. She poured herself into one, gave the driver her hotel address, and sank back into the seat to start doing the math:

It was currently 8:37p. By the time she got to the hotel, checked in, and to her room, it would be at least 9:15p– after a 12-hour travel day that should’ve only been 4 thanks to snow just about everywhere she was exhausted and would likely pass out after shoveling in a granola bar and water bottle from the mini bar. She had to be at a brunch with her mother at 10a Ambar, then was expected to pop over to the townhouse and visit with her father before going back to the hotel to get ready for the gala at 7p. That left her about four hours to find a black tie gown– not to mention something to wear to brunch, clean underwear, and makeup– to replace the one that was lost in the bowels of Dulles International Airport.

She fired off a quick “finally made it, talk tomorrow” text and watched the snowflakes hit the window of the cab and the lights of downtown rush by as the car took the slick streets way too quickly. But, Kat was too tired to care. She’d arrived at the airport with plenty of time for her preflight ritual: a cup of overpriced coffee and 40 minutes to read a smutty novel. She’d watched the big red “delayed” letters flash up on the departure screen once, then twice. After the fourth time, the gate agents stopped giving excuses over the intercom and just started to apologize.

Her flight finally boarded only to sit taxing for another 45 minutes before taking off for the less than two-hour flight. The 7:15p landing had then become an extra hour between waiting for the luggage carousel, discovering her bag was not coming and then hunting down the missing luggage desk.

Tim deciding to bail on pick-up and have his assistant call for him– that was the most consistent part of her day. Tim Littleman was, first of all, the opposite of his name. He was 6’4 but claimed to be 6’6, and had filled out since his professional days when Kat was a kid, but he was still fit and trim for a man in his late 50s. Tim also loved his kids but he loved football just a little bit more, even after being out of the game for years, it wasn’t a surprise– although always a disappointment– when he picked a football game over a drive to the airport with his youngest child.

Kat paid and tipped the driver and tumbled out of the car and into the infamous Watergate Hotel– her mother’s favorite spot to put Kat up for the night when she visited. Mallory always insisted it was to make life easier for Kat; as a 31-year-old, she’d obviously want her privacy from her parents when she was visiting! Over the years, Kat had stopped rolling her eyes or even bickering with her mother and had instead accepted a free stay in a balcony suite overlooking the Potomac River.

As expected, she passed out almost immediately and woke up with a start to her alarm sounding at 7:45a. The morning passed in a blur, sprinting to the nearest Zara for a quick brunch outfit to meet with Mallory and several of Mallory’s WASPy DC friends, then back to the hotel to shower and change, then back out again for brunch where her mother barely interacted with her and then headed back to her office while Kat went to the townhouse for coffee with Tim to discuss the prospects in his greenhouse garden back in Connecticut, and then back out shopping again. With only an hour to spare, she’d found a dress and pumps for the black-tie gala– an event to raise money for some important cause her mother only vaguely mentioned in her email requesting Kat’s attendance.

She was actually quite pleased with the last-minute find feeling confident when she’d examined herself in the mirror, and it fit all of Mallory’s qualifications which were: black tie appropriate, black or navy, and tasteful.

Kat used the polished metal reflection of the elevator doors to check herself one more time, smoothing down the black fabric and tossing her hair over her shoulder. The sound of the event met her ears before the doors slid open: laughter, clinking glasses, and quiet music. When she stepped out onto the plush carpet, she saw several familiar faces immediately and offered small waves and smiles while she studied the sea of people for one of her parents.

“Kathrine,” a perfectly manicured claw wrapped around Kat’s bicep signaled Mallory before she pulled her daughter around and closer to the nearest wall, “what are you wearing?”

“Hi, Mom, you look nice,” Kat deadpanned, bracing herself for impact as she took in her mother. Mallory was dressed in a perfectly tailored champagne number that was likely her typical Ralph Lauren. Her hair was pulled back in a tight French twist and she looked every bit the upper-crust Connecticut woman she was.

“This is highly inappropriate,” Mallory reached up and started to play with Kat’s hair, pulling it over her shoulders.

“I have no idea how to respond to that,” Kat bit back her urge to tell her mother that her dress looked like a wedding gown.

“Kathrine, this is just… it is far too sexy for this event.”

“This is the best I could do on short notice.”

“Short notice! You’ve known for months,” Mallory hissed at her daughter, dropping her voice so the women standing near them wouldn’t hear.

“Mom,” Kat huffed, “I told you at brunch that United lost my bag. I had to go out and get this today.”

“Right, right,” she waved at her daughter, still reaching out to maneuver her hair. “Well there is nothing we can do now,” she sighed and finally gave up before pushing her shoulders back.

Behind her was a ballroom full of political powerhouses– senators, congresspersons, aids, donors, and all the other powerful DC folks who liked to gather in rooms together and remind each other how important they are. Mallory had been working her way up the political world for years, starting on the Board of Education in Kat’s hometown (not that Mallory Littleman would’ve ever sent her children to public school, even in their wealthy town) and now just after her second election as a state senator. Hence, Kat’s summons to attend as part of the senator’s loving family. Kat hated these events… but showed up anyway.

Mallory huffed and dropped her hands to her hips, squaring her jaw at her daughter. “Don’t bring up your job.” This was a common command; never ever talk about work. Kat nodded dutifully.

“Yes ma’am.”

“And don’t mention your… that you… the…”

Kat cut her off and failed to contain her eye roll this time, “I won’t let anyone know that we’re not the perfect family.”

“Thank you,” she said curtly, still eyeing her daughter’s dress.

“Did that hurt,” Kat laughed, looking at the tight expression on her mother’s face after displaying gratitude for her daughter.

“Do not sass me, Kathrine. Tonight is a big deal. I need it to go well.”

Kat sighed, “yes ma’am,” and neglected to bring up the fact that Mallory said that for every political event to which she dragged her daughter.

Mallory ignored her, “you know who I need you to talk to?”

Kat nodded, “I was briefed by your aids. Which, by the way, I would’ve preferred to do with you than your 19-year-old college interns.”

“I mean they are hired to take things off my plate.”

“Where’s dad, Senator Littleman?”

“Kathrine,” Mallory’s tone was warning as she turned back to Kat, “please behave.”

“Promise, Senator, now I’m going to find Dad,” Kat pushed past her mother and started to move through the room, listening for her father’s loud laughter. Despite his faults, he was the far easier parent to be around. He was easy to talk to and could entertain a crowd: the perfect way to disappear in one of these large functions was to stand near Tim and let him relive his glory days to people who just oohed and ahhed appropriately in hopes that he would end up writing them some kind of donation check.

She spotted him across the room regaling a group of men. As she passed by familiar faces, she greeted them politely, engaging in small talk when necessary, and pushing her way closer and closer to Tim. When he caught a glimpse of her, his face split into a grin and he threw his arms wide, stepping between the men surrounding him, “There’s my KitKat!” He wrapped her in a hug, smothering her in his heavily applied Polo Blue. When he kissed her cheek and draped his arm over her shoulder, he turned back to the group, “Gents, this is my beautiful daughter Kathrine.”

Kat reached out her hand to shake with the shortest of the group, who introduced himself as Mark, “Kat is fine, it’s nice to meet you.”

Exchanging quick greetings with the other two, Joe and Chris, Tim quickly charged back in control of the conversation before she could say more, “Sweetheart, these boys are trying to get me to spend some money on them.”

Mark, or maybe it was Joe, jumped in with a laugh, immediately changing the narrative to describe the new political platform they were developing, but Kat had essentially stopped listening. She was too busy batting her eyelashes at Chris. He stood almost a head taller than her, his shoulders filling out his navy tuxedo in the most delicious way. His perfectly styled hair, his relaxed stance with one hand in his pocket, the other holding a beer– how refreshing; no one in DC admitted to liking something as lowly as beer, much less a Sam Adams.

He’d had been the last to introduce himself and their hands had lingered while Chris’s blue eyes blatantly trailed slowly down her body. She’d felt a blush rising in her cheeks when his eyes met hers again and a very brief but very smug smirk crossed his features.

Slowly he returned his focus to his colleagues and let them continue to explain their new venture, glancing at Kat now and then, who got caught staring back almost every time. She had to force herself to stare at Joe and Mark while they spoke, feeling Chris’s eyes trail over her skin.

As soon as she’d approached, Chris’s eyes had been immediately drawn to the skin of Kat’s thigh exposed in her dress. Most of the room was filled with an older crowd, the younger women in the room choosing much more conservative dresses for this event. Kat’s choice, with her shoulders, a hint of cleavage, and all that leg made Chris practically salivate. He’d been back and forth to DC for the last several months as he, Joe, and Mark tried to build a following and convince the political world to work with them; each time he was surrounded by women in pantsuits or blazers. The young aides usually wore their outfits slightly tighter, but it was still the same variations of cream, navy, and red work dresses… not that it had stopped him from spending some time getting to know a few of those women.

When the three men had entered the ballroom this evening, he’d been prepared with their usual speech, ready to network and subtly beg for support. He hadn’t been prepared to be adjusting his pants at the sight of this woman’s tight ass when she turned to hug her father. Chris didn’t even bother to scold himself; they’d been working all weekend, and more importantly, Kat’s eyes were drawn to him too.

Kat recognized Chris, albeit not immediately, but after several minutes of making eyes at each other while the people around them talked, it clicked into place that she’d seen some movies that featured his washboard abs and perfectly cut pecs. She watched his reaction when she tossed her hair over her shoulder, exposing her skin (and bumping her father’s hand, which briefly ruined her moment before regaining composure); his eyes moved across her collarbone and up her neck, settling a steady gaze back on her.

No one was paying attention to them anyway. Joe and Mark were chatting away and Tim was listening the best his ADHD and slightly narcissistic brain allowed him.

“Well boys,” Tim finally said, both literally and figuratively jolting his daughter back to reality with a shake of her shoulder, “that is a truly terrific pitch, but I’m the wrong one to give it to. Just didn’t have the heart to stop you. My wife, Mallory, is the politician in the family.”

As if summoned, Mallory’s voice called over Kat’s shoulder, “there you two are,” in a huff and appeared at her daughter’s side, putting more distance between Kat and Chris. Tim remade the introductions of the group and Kat didn’t miss the way Chris’s eyes stayed on her, not Mallory, when the three of them once again began to explain their idea.

This time, Chris did most of the talking, Joe and Mark only offering occasional additions, but he continued to flicker his eyes to Kat. Kat found herself more impressed; she’d assumed he was the Hollywood buy-in to get politicians' attention, not part of the actual brain power. She listened to him, adding her own questions as her mother did the same, and watched him get more and more animated as he rattled off what seemed to be a heartfelt passion project.

He finally paused when Joe took over explaining the technical side to Mallory and Kat allowed herself to look back at his stupidly handsome face; he lifted his beer towards her and raised his eyebrow, silently asking if she wanted a drink.

Kat started to nod when a well-dressed staff member approached and invited them to find their seats, dinner was being served. Chris spoke up before the group separated, “I’m going to grab another drink before I go to the table, can I get anyone anything?” He looked pointedly at Kat who started to speak when her mother spoke for her.

“What a lovely offer, but Kathrine and I don’t drink. Tim?” She turned to her husband, letting him give Chris his drink order, before wrapping her hand around Kat’s arm and pulling her away from the group towards the clusters of tables without a goodbye.

“Kathrine, don’t even think about it,” she hissed, staring at the place cards on a long table and searching for theirs. She reached across Kat, snatched all three off the table, pulled Kat towards table 4, and continued, “I knew this dress was too much for tonight.”

“What are you talking about, Mom?”

“I saw the look on your face and that boy's. Don’t you dare.”

They’d reached the table and Mallory immediately dropped Kat’s arm, circling to say hello to their companions. Kat tucked herself into the nearest chair and immediately moved for the bread basket, perking up when she discovered the rolls were still warm. Mallory perched on the chair next to Kat, still in conversation with another one of DC's most powerful people whose name Kat could never remember… nor ever tried to.

Tim joined them shortly, sliding into the chair on Mallory’s other side and calling a loud, “see you boys later,” and toasted them as Joe, Mark, and Chris walked away. Kat’s eyes flickered up to catch Chris’s, offering a coy smile to his nod.

“That is what I’m talking about,” Mallory was back in her ear, using her butter knife to gesture at Chris’s broad, retreating back.

“Mother, relax, I just smiled at him.”

“You think I was born yesterday? That was not just a smile.”

“You do realize I’m 31 years old, right? And it is perfectly acceptable to smile at a man or even, god forbid, flirt with him.” Kat’s voice dripped with sarcasm as she spread her napkin on her lap.

“I don’t care how old you are, you reflect my campaign and my values every time you’re seen with me. If there are pictures of you kissing Captain fucking America, it is a direct reflection of me.”

“Literally no one cares who your adult daughter kisses.”

“You don’t think it comes up every election? You don’t think that you and your brother and… Do you know how much of my staff it takes to be sure that our family doesn’t get our business blasted across headlines?”

“I wish you realized how much America did not care about my sex life or Ben’s,” Kat reached for her ice water and sipped slowly, wishing it was a vodka tonic, and glanced at her mother’s furrowed brow, “Careful, Mom, your Botox doesn’t like when you frown.”

Mallory huffed and leaned away to start speaking to Tim, whispering frantically at him and casting sidelong glances at Kat. Kat, however, leaned back in her chair and allowed the woman next to her– a Congressman from Minnesota’s wife– to share all of the details of the grandchild her daughter was expecting. Kat had to bite her tongue while she listened to the several-minute monologue about how silly she found it that some people wouldn’t want to buy gender-specific baby clothes anymore. She let the woman talk, as she did most of these people, and let her mind wander, only staying focused enough to offer the occasional, “you don’t say” or “wow, that’s incredible.”

She truly loathed these events. She’d lost track over the years of how many she’d shown up to, how often her mother trotted her out like a prized pony to amplify her mother’s strong family value platform before being sent back home to her normal life. Each time it came with an all-expenses paid plane ticket and hotel, several– usually public to avoid real conversation– visits with her mother, at least one major political fundraiser/gala/rally/etc., and then a quick and once again public goodbye from Mallory before the whole ordeal was over.

Kat knew she could stop coming, stop being hassled by her mother and used as a pawn, she knew that she could and certainly should stop saying yes and start saying no. Ben always reminded her that no was a complete sentence.

Ben.

Ben had stopped coming to these the second he moved out of the house, right about the same time that Mallory and Tim–mostly Mallory– had refused to acknowledge that Ben might not actually be the preppy, lacrosse-playing womanizer he was bred to be and was instead questioning all parts of his identity. He’d moved to Vancouver for a job, and met a wonderful man, Kevin, who Kat adored and had never looked back.

Kat missed him terribly, even after almost 10 years of living several time zones apart, and looked forward to their annual September trip together. They’d meet somewhere each year to celebrate their birthdays… four days and four years apart… together, often surrounded by other people they loved but never ever with their parents.

Kat couldn’t actually remember the last time the four of them shared the same air. It had to have been a holiday while Kat was still in high school and Ben was home from college for a break. She knew that he occasionally emailed Tim or exchanged a quick phone call, but that Ben hadn’t spoken to their mother since the day he’d graduated from college. At their celebration dinner, he’d handed her a check and said, “I won’t owe you anything ever again,” and flown to Canada the next morning. Kat had been devastated but she knew what it was like for Ben to grow in their house. She knew the best thing for him was to put the Canadian Border Patrol between him and Mallory.

Ben was her rock, one of her favorite humans, and her constant reminder that she was a pawn in Mallory’s system and needed to get out before people started to think she actually supported their mother’s platforms. That thought pulled her back into the conversation with the Congresswoman’s wife just in time to force a cheerful, “hurry back!” when she’d told Kat she needed to use the ‘little girl’s room’ and scurried off.

Kat took the moment to enjoy the silence and scanned the room. The sea of tables was tastefully if subtly decorated in muted tones and low centerpieces on each table to allow for conversation. There had to be at least 50 tables, each holding anywhere from 10-12 guests, all various members of wealthy DC society. The majority were politicians and their donor friends; a perk of donating thousands of dollars to a cause was getting to attend other functions for free as a ‘thank you for your support’… only to be expected to write a check at the end for whichever cause the evening endorsed.

Five tables away, she found Chris’s gelled hair and sharp jawline in profile while he laughed at something the woman next to him said. She allowed herself the moment to admire the imperfect slope of his nose, the way his smile showed all his teeth, and the way his biceps were visibly flexing even under his jacket as he lifted his fork to his mouth.

“He is very handsome, I’ll give you that,” Mallory leaned closer to her daughter, who had been actively ignoring her mother trying to catch her eye, “but do not embarrass me tonight, Kathrine.”

“And what would be embarrassing for you, Mom?” Kat sighed and looked at her mom.

Mallory paused, glancing at her husband who was deep in conversation, and back at Kat, “if you did something inappropriate with him.”

Kat grinned slyly, knowing how much her mother hated these kinds of conversations, “what do you consider inappropriate?”

“You know what I mean,” she huffed.

“I’m not sure that I do. Could you explain it to me?”

Mallory sighed heavily and waggled her finger, “do not go home with that boy.”

“He seems to be all man,” Kat countered, her eyes traveling back to Chris just to spite her frustrated, demanding mother. He was rising from the table and gesturing to his tablemates, seemingly taking drink orders.

“Kathrine Marissa Littleman,” Mallory’s voice dropped low and Kat knew she’d hit a nerve, “I do not need any gossip because of you, there has already been enough talk about everything else in our family.”

“There hasn’t been anything to talk about for years, Mom, please give me a break. I’m a grown-up.”

Mallory shot her one last look and stood from her seat, moving around behind Kat and towards an empty seat at the other side of the table to start working the room now that she’d finished her meal– it didn’t matter to her that no one else had.

Kat reached into her clutch and rifled around for a pen, finding one at the bottom, and slid her place card towards her. She folded open the thick cardstock and write inside it, closing it back up and slipping the pen back in her purse before whispering, “back in a bit,” to Tim, who waved his acknowledgment, and she moved through the room to the bar.

Chris leaned on the bar in front of her, chatting with the bartender as he gathered the drinks for Chris’s table. She took a deep breath and stepped beside him and ordered a vodka tonic from the other barkeep; her voice caught Chris’s attention, who leaned on one arm.

“Kathrine,” her name in his deep timbre sent a chill down her spine and a warmth filling her belly.

“Christopher,” she countered, throwing a smile over her shoulder at him.

“I see that ‘we don’t drink’ thing was bullshit,” he nodded to the drink she now took a deep swallow from.

“Just another politician making things up.”

He gathered the drinks from the bartender– another beer for him, a wine for one of his tablemates, and a scotch for Joe, and turned to her– “Gimme a second. Don’t move.”

Kat nodded and watched him strut away; she toyed with the place card in her hand. She flipped it open, looking at her handwriting on the inside, and looked back up at Chris, who was just arriving at the table. Throwing her shoulders back, she followed after him, coming up behind him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“I thought you were waiting for me,” he said quietly, dipping his head low to talk to her.

“I changed my mind,” she smiled and slid her hand down from his shoulder, briefly across his bicep, and to grip his large hand. She squeezed, pushing the cardstock into his hands, and turned gracefully on her heels. She moved slowly, knowing he was watching her, and swung her hips ever so slightly as she made her way across the room to the exit closest to the elevator.

She entered it alone, letting the doors slide shut and giving her a chance to take a deep breath, and another gulp of her drink before the doors were opening again on her floor.

In her room, she finished off her drink and mixed a new one from the minibar, and then moved across the suite to stand at the sliding glass doors. Her heart was pounding in her chest with both anticipation and anxiety, knowing she could be stood up, but hoping she’d read him right. Several long minutes later, there was a soft knock on the door. Kat took her time to cross the room, finishing off her second drink on the way, and pulling the door open to Chris standing, both hands in his pockets, on the threshold.

“Hey you,” his crooked grin melted any nerves she had and she reached out, grabbed his hand, and pulled him into the room; she shut the door after dropping the “do not disturb” sign on the handle and turning to face him.

“Drink?” She started to move around him towards the mini bar but he used their still connected hand to pull her to him.

“Maybe after,” his boyish grin was gone and replaced with a sexy smirk; he held their hands to his chest while his other hand reached up to her shoulder, pushing a few strands of hair off her neck. His fingertips trailed along her clavicle before coming to rest at the back of her neck and leaning towards her.

He slotted his lips over Kat’s, the kiss hovering for a moment in sweetness before his tongue swiped at her bottom lip and the movement shifted. Kat stepped closer to him, allowing his tongue to swipe against hers and pushing her chest into his while his hands covered all the planes of her body, squeezing her hips and her ass, trailing gentle touches up her arms and into her hair to hold her to him and continue the needy kiss. She slid her hands up his body and tugged at his bow tie, feeling grateful for making out with Miles Sharpton at cotillion who taught her how to untie a butterfly knot. Once it fell around his neck, she slid her arms under his jacket and pushed it off his shoulders. Chris let it hit the floor and stepped away from it to push Kat– one hand on her hips, the other still grasping her neck— towards the dresser.

The backs of her thighs bumped the large wooden piece and she let herself lean against it while he pressed into her, his mouth now trailing her neck and his hands grasping at the back of her dress, pawing for the zipper. Kat pushed his chest away from him, his lips pulling from hers with an audible suction noise, and she panted to catch her breath while her fingers worked their way down the buttons of his shirt. Each one she popped open exposed more of his chest, undershirt, and, to her surprise, a smattering of dark ink that made her mouth water.

She leaned forward and kissed the exposed skin, while she continued her journey down to his belt. Kat tugged his shirt free from his pants and glanced up at him through hooded eyes to find him watching her. Chris’s hands were rubbing her shoulders, raising goosebumps on her skin and sending a fire straight to her core.

Her hands hovered on his belt buckle, slowing the momentum of the last several minutes but giving neither of them pause. Chris watched her, licking his lips and trying to decide which way he wanted her to come first. “Don’t stop now, baby,” his voice had dropped dangerously low and he cupped her chin in his hand, rubbing his thumb along her bottom lip, “or I’m going to take over.”

Kat blushed deeply but held his gaze; she felt her panties dampen even more with those few words and she finished unclasping his belt, whipping it out of the loops dramatically and winking at him when he chuckled. Slowly, agonizingly slowly for Chris, she popped the button of his trousers and then slid the zipper down, holding his eyes and watching his Adam’s apple subtly bob.

Keeping her eyes glued to Chris’s, she slid her hands under the waistband of his pants, still over his boxer briefs, and rubbed slowly down his length, then back up, then back down again, reaching all the way through to briefly caress all of him before dropping her eyes to see the hard bulge that seemed to just keep growing under her hand. When Kat looked away, he took the opportunity to close his and open his jaw, letting out a low groan when she squeezed him back and forth, teasing him, knowing that he wanted her lips on his cock but she wouldn’t give it to him just yet.

She continued her work, flicking her eyes back up at him and taking in the way his chest heaved and his eyes fluttered when she stroked him in just the right away. All this response and everyone still had their clothes on…

After more minutes of this agonizingly slow tease, Chris groaned and dropped his head to press his forehead into Kat’s and growled, yanking her upright and twirling her around. “It’s my turn to tease, Kitty Kat.” The impulsive nickname made Kat’s heart skip a beat but she shoved down that feeling and leaned back into his strong chest. He held her in his arms, one wrapped around her stomach, the other reaching towards her zipper, dragging it down slowly and his hand on her stomach pulled the fabric of the gown down just enough to expose her breasts. Both of his hands slowly slithered up her body to cup them in his palms, rolling her peaked nipples between his thumb and forefingers while he kissed her neck.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded between open-mouth kisses; one of his hands dropped her breast and used it to push her hair off her neck and expose her other shoulder, licking a stripe from the nape of her neck to her earlobe and planting a kiss behind her ear. Kat’s eyes flew open, surprised to find that he’d positioned them in front of the dresser mirror where his eyes were watching her reflection.

Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of her breasts exposed and being palmed by his large hands, Chris’s face kissing all across any exposed skin he could reach, all while never breaking eye contact. He leaned his weight into her and she felt his hard cock against her ass; she pressed her hips back into him, grinding against him and letting out a moan before closing her eyes again to enjoy all the sensations.

“Open,” he said again, his tone leaving no room for question. He pulled his lips away from hers and he stood to his full height behind her– even in her heels she was still inches shorter than him, “I want you to watch yourself.”

Kat nodded, not knowing what else to do and allowing herself to melt entirely into his embrace and his command.

His right hand left her breast and moved tantalizingly across her sternum, her stomach, and to the thigh-high slit in her dress. Chris bent forward slightly to pull the fabric up and allow him access to her lacy thong. He bunched the dress up the best he could, pushing as much fabric out of the way to expose her in the mirror and trace a finger along the top hem of her panties. His left hand still played with her breast and now, she grasped his right forearm, bracing herself against him and using her left hand to reach behind her and hold onto his hip.

Chris traced the edge of her thong again, dipping his finger under the elastic and then back out multiple times before finally sliding his hand all the way down to cup her core. He groaned into her ear as his pointer finger swiped through the wetness between her legs, “all this for me, Kitten?”

“Please,” she whimpered, bucking her hips against him in anticipation.

He hummed in agreement, nuzzling into her hair and pressing his finger into her entrance, slowly pumping in and out at a painfully slow pace. Kat dropped her head back on his shoulder, obediently keeping her eyes open to watch his hand move in the mirror. His thumb found her clit and pressed against it, moving just as slowly. She rolled her hips, trying to find more friction, more pressure, more anything, but he stilled his movements and tutted, “not yet, Kathrine.”

She whined and pushed her weight against his chest, nudging her nose against his neck and pressing messy kisses to his jaw. Her reward was a second finger pressed inside of her, slowly making a come hither motion while his thumb started to increase the pressure and pace on her clit. After more minutes of playing with her, he leaned in to kiss her lips muttering against her, “you ready, baby? You going to come now, sweetheart?” as he continued to increase the intensity and Kat’s hips moved to meet him. He pulled away from her lips, removing his hand from her breast to gently but firmly grasp her chin and turn her to face the mirror again, “watch, baby, c’mon,” he grunted, his hips now joining the fray, “c’mon, Kat, come for me, baby.”

Kat let out a strangled, semi-pornographic moan when her orgasm hit her hard, her ears ringing and her whole body shaking in Chris’s arms. He slowed his rhythm, working her over the edge and through the intensity, giving her a moment of reprieve while he kissed her shoulders, her neck, her cheek, and pulled her lips to his to give her a long, wet kiss.

“Do you have a condom,” she muttered against him, ready to feel him inside of her the moment his fingers slid out. He released her with a quick kiss, stumbling in his pants that were still undone and sagging toward his tuxedo jacket. He fished in for his wallet while Kat studied herself, still trying to catch her breath.

Chris appeared in the mirror behind her again, his hands falling to her hips and pulling the fabric of her dress up quickly. She helped him, letting the dress bunch at her hips, her breasts still exposed and now her ass as well. He stepped back from her and she watched him in the mirror.

He was palming himself in his shorts, one hand still on the curve of her hip and she arched her back slightly, giving him a more full view of her. Chris glanced up in the mirror to find her smirking; he stopped palming himself to tuck both thumbs in the waistband of her thong and drag it down her legs, helping her step out of it and tossing it somewhere in the dim room.

Still, on his knees behind her, his hands traced up her calves, the back of her knees, her thighs, as he rose to stand and smacked her ass, watching her flesh bounce. Feeling impatient, she wiggled at him, arching her back even deeper. He chuckled, “you’re ready for me, pretty girl?”

He met her eyes in the mirror and she bit her lip, nodding and watching him drop his boxer briefs. From her place in front of him, she didn’t have a good view but she listened to him snap on the condom and then mewed when he rubbed the tip of his cock through her arousal.

With one hand on her hip and the other pushing her neck to lean her closer to the dresser, he pushed into her without warning, causing Kat to cry out at the stretch. He stilled, kissed her shoulder, and waited for her to nod before he started a steady, deep rhythm, hitting the soft, spongy parts she so desperately craved. The salacious sounds of his hips meeting her ass, his grunts, and Kat’s sighs and moans filled the room quickly while he pounded into her, the pace ever increasing. Kat fumbled with her dress, trying to get to her clit. Chris moved his hand from her waist, still keeping one on her neck to hold her steady, and licked his fingers before reaching around her hips and quickly building another steady rhythm on her clit. Over and over again he thrust into her, circling her clit and groaning into her neck.

“C’mon, Kat, come for me again, let go, Kitten,” he growled while her velvet walls squeezed him tight, “I can’t hold on, come, baby,” he babbled, rocking his hips while her hips pushed back against him, chasing her release. It hit her quickly, making her legs shake and then wobble, struggling to support her weight. Chris finished with a moan drilling inside of her and draping his body over hers that was slumped against the dresser. He planted kisses on her shoulder, her neck, and then down the top of her spine before gently helping her come upright. Kat turned in his arms and slid into the dresser, letting her back lean against the mirror and lazily tugging her gown to cover her breasts just enough.

Chris snagged a few tissues from the nightstand and handed her some while he cleaned up and disposed of the condom in the trash can by the desk. He tucked himself back into his briefs and came to stand between Kat’s useless legs. He leaned forward and planted his palms on the dresser beside her legs to kiss her lazily, their tongues swiping at each other and showing no urgency.

Finally, Kat pulled back and reached up to push his hair back in place the best she could. “Your business partners will wonder where you went,” she whispered, giving him an out.

He raised an eyebrow at her, “what about that drink?”

“Next time,” she shrugged, sliding off the dresser knowing there would be no ‘next time’ and moving towards her shopping bags for the zip-up and leggings she’d bought today. Once they were in her arms, she turned back to Chris still standing there, pants around his ankles, and looking confused. “I’m going to take a shower,” she pressed up on her toes and kissed his lips once more before crossing in front of him and stepping into the large bathroom.

#chris+evans+fanfiction #chris evans fic #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x ofc #chris evans angst #chris evans smut #chris evans series #chris evans fan fiction #chris evans x female reader #chris evans rpf #chris evans

[fantasyfestinkeywestflorida]

Here is my updated 2023 Fantasy Fest suggested list of items to consider for your Key West adventure. Feel free to add your own items and modify this list with your own suggestions:

I created this checklist for those Krewe that go with me on my annual Trips to Fantasy Fest.

So, with 128 days to go (as of 06/13/2023) for Fantasy Fest 2023 (October 20-29), please feel free to adapt and modify this list to meet your needs and criteria for your Fantasy Fest trip.

This changeable checklist of travel suggestions allows you to cherry pick travel items for trips to Fantasy Fest or similar destinations or venues:

AIRPORT & AIRPORT TRANSFERS: Passport, driver's license or other ID and copies of passport facepages in luggage) Covid vaccination card and/or negative Covid test results (optional) Airline ticket/confirmation number papers & itineraries Airport transfer documents Clothes for flights (bras, underwear, closed-toe shoes) Luggage with name tags, luggage locks and passport copies inside Luggage lined with empty trash bags that can later be used for dirty clothes, makeshift rain ponchos, covers for beach/pool bags in the rains Snacks, power and/or protein bars Empty water bottle Anti-bacterial/virus wipes or small Purel bottle Black ink pen for completing any paperworld/customs/immigration on the plane and/or airport terminal

PERSONAL ITEMS: Prescription glasses Small bills ($1, $5, $10 for misc. purchases, misc. tips) Credit card(s) Purse and/or wallet Jewelry (costume preferred) Watch Emergency contact phone numbers and info sheet Vitamins Hospitality items Pen, notepad Mini-flashlight for bedside Ipod & earbuds Pain relievers (Advil/Tylenol) Stomach ache/medicine (Pepto-Bismol, Imodium, etc) Kindle and/or books Prescription medications in original containers with copies of actual prescriptions Beaded name necklace Business or contact cards

POOL & BEACH AREAS: Hats Sunglasses (and a second pair in case of misplaced/lost problems) Sunblock 15/30/70 Chapstick/lip balm Beach/Pool bag Special towels Coverups Flip flops/sandals Water shoes/aquasocks Water bottle/insulated & refillable drink mug Wristlet for room key (if applicable) Empty garbage bags (in case of rain to put all items into for walk back to room) Optional: Mask/snorkel for any boat trips to the Key West area reefs

ROOM: Sleepwear, sleep mask, earplugs Mini-alarm clock Computer and charger Smartphone & charger Camera and charger/batteries Office supplies/folders Small pocket flashlight for nightstand and pool bag at night Reading glasses Business cards Disposable clothes hangers Sewing kit with safety pins Optional: Room attendant gifts like school supplies, etc

TOILETRIES: Hand wipes or Purel Mini 1st aid kit with Band-aids, antibiotic ointment, Hairbrush/comb and accessories (clips, scrunchies etc.) Perfume/cologne Cotton balls & swabs Contact lenses, saline solution, & case Curling iron Deodorant Feminine hygiene items Hairspray Insect repellent and anti-itch creams (Benedryl, etc) Makeup and remover Hand lotion/moisturizer Eye drops (Visine) Mouthwash Nail clippers/file/scissors/tweezers Nail polish/remover Ziplock baggies Razor & shaving cream Sewing kits/eyeglass repair kit Special shampoo or conditioner Toothbrush, toothpaste, floss Drinking Mate tablets (for those that tend to be “over-served” their alcoholic drinks Aloe vera gel/lotion for sunburns/skin conditioner

THEME NIGHTS & RESORT ACTIVITIES: Costumes Boots Dress shoes Sandals/flat shoes Wigs Props & accessories (glow sticks, sippy cup, stickers, Scotch tape Paint and brushes for rock painting Exercise clothing/shoes Resort casual clothes for non-buffet restaurants

OFF-PROPERTY EXCURSIONS: Foldable pocket rain poncho/mini-umbrella Shoes, socks, shorts, tank top/t-shirt Tip & souvenir cash Backpack, collapsible tote bag Drink bottle with lid

Another consideration: A recommendation from a Krewe member is that Key West guests that plan to return to the next FF confirm their following year reservation and rates before they leave Key West–and get it in writing.

Finally, Check with the airlines the amount (weight) of baggage LEAVING Key West. There was a restriction on departing flights, not those arriving. Many veteran FF attendees ship their costumes and “gear” to the place they are staying, or to a package holding business. (e.g. Mail Boxes, UPS store, etc.) Check with where you are staying as most will accept incoming packages for arriving guests.

Obviously, not everyone would need all of these items but it is a start for picking and choosing those things you might want to have at Fantasy Fest. .

Safe travels to you!

Annie, TheUltimateCougar

Be sure to check out more of my daily Fantasy Fest photos and videos here:

www.flickr.com/groups/fantasyfesters (40,000+ photos

www.flickr.com/groups/fantasyfest2023

www.flickr.com/groups/fantasyfest2022

onlyfans.com/TheUltimateCougar (all of my 100% uncensored videos and photos from Fantasy Fest)

mewe.com/group/5be9dd519619704267f87e05

https://www.reddit.com/r/FantasyFestKeyWest/

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/fantasyfestinkeywestflorida

Incredible fun in and out of costumes and clothes, and with the fun times only a Krewe de Krazy Life group can create.

#fantasyfest #FF2023 #FantasyFest2023 #KrewedeKrazyLife #October #Halloween #keywest #floridakeys #conchrepublic #costumes #Florida #checklist #travelchecklist #travel #vacation #holiday #bodypainting #flashing #CaptainTonysSaloon #festival #bodypainting

#fantasyfest #fantasyfest2023

[switchcase]

WIP - Airlines and wheelchairs

Air Carrier Access Act (§382.67)

Seat strapping

US DOT Bill of Rights

SmartDrive Airline Certificate

Smoov Airline Certificate (seems to expire yearly)

Wheelchair max dimensions per aircraft type (for cargo, not in cabin or closet)

Gate checking & Wording

Common airlines, brief overviews of policies and contacts

Wheelchair Travel Guide

Other:

Although you are allowed to store your wheelchair in the closet, if a rigid or power chair it may not fit as the minimum dimensions of closet are 13"x36"x42". And if they have a closet, regardless of it doesn't fit, they are no longer legally required to provide seat strapping. You would have to rely on the staff not knowing this or being nice and letting you do it anyway.

Call ahead to confirm whether closet or seat strapping, to request SSR code added to your ticket, and to inform of exact equipment. Ask about refund/replacement policy and their policies on lost/damaged equipment. Request confirmation in writing to your email.

In addition to broader laws, airlines have different policies.

Do NOT leave airport if chair is damaged until report filed with both CRO at airline and with DOT.

If air cushion (RoHo etc), deflate a little so doesn't pop.

Disconnect battery for power chairs.

Bring tools for disassembly and quick repair.

Remove all detachable parts (cushion, side guards, etc) and put in a bag--medical equipment is a free bag.

Lock wheels if leaving wheels on.

Instructions, contact information, model, serial #, dimensions tag attached to chair in visible area. Sign on top saying not to stack items on top. Some people recommend GPS tracking tags on all parts of chair.

Zipties, tie downs/straps, tape, bubble wrap/foam for keeping the chair together and chair parts somewhat protected, particularly moveable bits like joysticks.

Take pictures and videos at the airport of your chair pre flight to confirm it's current condition in case it is damaged.

Have ATP phone number/contact info on hand. Locate nearest repair company at your destination.

On flight, before landing, remind attendant about retrieval of chair on jetway.

Ideas to explore:

Bicycle wheel bag for wheels

Hard shell case made for drums, strollers, or large specialized equipment for frame ($$)

Custom sized hard shell case ($$$)

#airline #wheelchair #.log #got irritated that so much advice was wrong/inaccurate or scattered across like 15 different places #note to self: 2018 US Access Board study

[akshatramadurai]

Customer Journeys

In analyzing how customer journeys can impact the user experience, let's consider two customer experience processes with similar goals, and the effects each of these journeys have on the consumer. I'll draw from my personal experience over the last few months and place a particular emphasis on the following:

Actions: What is the customer doing at each stage? What actions are they taking to move themselves on to the next stage?

Motivations: Why is the customer motivated to keep going to the next stage? What emotions are they feeling? Why do they care?

Questions: What are the uncertainties, jargon, or other issues preventing the customer from moving to the next stage?

Long story short, I recently took an American Airlines flight for my recent trip to Colombia which I booked on my American Express card. My flight was delayed nine hours, cancelled, and rebooked for a day later. We were provided no information, no compensation or accommodation, and the company also lost our bags during this endeavor. I had a similar goal to achieve through both companies - AMEX and American Airlines, but my experience in working with the firms differed dramatically.

With American Airlines, it was unclear which medium I should use to seek help - I waited in line at the airport customer desk for several hours before being directed to call the support team on my phone. After a four hour wait on the phone and an absurdly long robot menu, my representative told me to file a report on the website, without providing any support on how to do so. Arriving at the website, I find a myriad of data (much of which is superfluous for the airline, who needs little more than my last name to track down my flight)

It's unclear at every stage which actions I should be taking to move forward, and it feels that every stage is designed to reduce my motivation to continue along the process to receive help. If anything, I am left with further questions at each stage of the process than beforehand.

Contrast this with American Express who has a very clear customer journey - call the number on your card (there's no email provided, and all resources ask you to call directly). Once you call you will be put in touch with a representative immediately that listens to your problem, and even if they can't help you, they will prescribe the specific next actions, and then immediately transfer you on the phone then and there to the relevant department (insurance in my case) and provide an account of your previous call to expedite the resolution process. The insurance agent even filled out the first few steps of the claim for me before sending my a form to complete myself.

Though the outcome was similar in both cases, filling out a complaint/claim form, one journey left me satisfied and vindicated, while the other radicalized me into a violent campaign to take down the organization. Simple changes in the customer process to clarify what actions are needed to move to the next stage, acknowledge the customers feelings at each stage, and preemptively answer questions or provide a forum to answer questions can have a compounding effect on the customer journey.

#MITSloanBranding2024A #branding

[lunawatkins]

#Spirit Airlines Customer Care #Spirit Airlines Flight Cancellation #Spirit Airlines Phone Number #Spirit Airlines Check-in #Spirit Airlines Date Change

[michaelmyersofficial]

31/03/2024 Sunday Afternoon

I haven't posted in awhile but I do have some general updates. No real news on the disability front. They did send me a letter that I got over the weekend asking me to confirm my details, but I have to call them on Monday since they got my phone number wrong. Other than that, there really hasn't been any movement. My family is returning home from their vacation without me. I don't mind not going because it means I will get to see my brother. On the other hand, it would have been nice to be able to go somewhere else. I really hate where I live. Speaking of visiting my brother- I almost lost the ability to go. They changed my airline tickets without informing me (good thing I checked!) and I would have missed my connecting flight and been stranded in Amsterdam. To be fair, this would have been on the return flight and not the flight to visit, but if I don't have a return flight set up, I wouldn't be able to go anyway. It took 5 hours on customer support to fix it, because they were trying to tell me my only options were to cancel, to pay $800 to change airports, or to wait and take a new flight 4 days later (I wouldn't have a place to stay in that time). None of which worked for me, but since they were the ones who changed the flight I knew they had to find a fix that actually worked. However, after about 4 hours of back and forth I was ready to give up and take the cancellation- even though that meant I probably wouldn't be able to visit my brother, and it's entirely possible I wouldn't get a second chance. Fortunately the last person I talked to come through for me, and got me a new flight that worked. So I am still able to go, but I have to set up seating yet. I also have to buy a suitcase and new headphones, so that will probably be the main mission for the week. I'm pretty close to finishing Sistersong- I'll post an update on that later. But I haven't really gotten anywhere in Red, White, and Royal Blue since my last update. I ended up reading the first volume of Yuri Espoir (recommended by Ena) instead. While I probably won't finish Sistersong today, I should be through it relatively soon. Originally I was going to pick back up in orv, but I promised my brother I'd be reading Eye of the World on the trip over so I might do that next instead. I haven't quite decided. My aunt will be starting her business up in May so I will likely be helping her out with it again this summer. This mostly just gives me something to do, as I am free labour for her and she doesn't have to pay for a laundromat. But it's not difficult to wash and fold laundry. I haven't been able to finish catching up in my games, but I feel like today has been a little more productive than usual on that front, so I do think I'm getting somewhere. I know the Zenless Zone Zero sign ups have started but honestly I'm not sure if I will play it or not. I have a friend who plays nearly every gacha in existence and whales on them too. They started playing Love and Deep Space recently which seemed neat but upon looking into it really isn't free to play friendly and I can't drop money on gacha like they can. Talking about friends- I have a friend who has feelings for me. I honestly am not mad about it or anything, and I'm not seeing anyone, but I really just think they don't understand me very well. Also like, my feelings around romance and love and sex and everything related are not very clear. I tried to explain this to them, but I think they didn't take it very well, either. I think honestly my feelings on these things could be their own post so I won't go into detail, but it's something that could be an issue in dating someone, so I think it's best to be upfront about that. Also more than just that I'm not sure they understand me as a person very well, I think they rely on what they think about me more than what I actually say, and when I say something that contradicts their thoughts, they just ignore it. Maybe I'll make another post talking about this, or about my feelings about romance.

#diary #ena #disability #brother #books #family #games #friends #romance #?

[star-trekkin-across-theuniverse]

Some of you know, I’ve been stranded in Vancouver for the last three days. Which isn’t a huge hardship when you’re from a small city in the north. I made a new friend, turns out he’s a reporter at the local paper. He was decidedly NOT Clark Kent, but it did make me wonder… (I haven’t written smut in at least a year or two. Be gentle)

XxX

You sighed and looked at the marquee at your gate, watching at the exact moment the flight changed from delayed to cancelled.

“Fuck.” It was an angry, breathless sound and you felt your heart tighten in anxiety. Before you could get further entrenched in the feeling, you started toward the customer care desk you’d seen as you’d come through security. There’d been a line there when you’d gone through the baggage scan, and with a departure board full of cancellations due to the snow storm, you could only imagine how long it would be now.

You sighed again when you saw the line, but queued into it anyhow. There was a women in the airline’s uniform going from group to group with a stack of paper. One by one, you saw shoulders droop and people peel out of the line. You set your jaw and found a comfortable position, leaning against the wall.

When you were anxious, you people watched. ‘Look for the helpers’, your mum had always told you. She’d learned it from watching Mr. Rogers with you. It always helped to calm you when you were trapped in a situation beyond your control. You saw a confused couple talking with a handsome man. He had a t-shirt and jeans on - clearly not from the airline, but helping. You tried not to start, but focussed in on the conversation. The couple was from somewhere international. They didn’t speak much English. The man, Clark, he’d said his name was, was helping them to understand what was happening. As you eavesdropped, you heart him switch into a language you didn’t understand, translating the airline rep’s explanations with obvious ease. The couple nodded in appreciation, despite the disappointment of the news, and Clark continued to help them navigate a number of other questions they had.

You calmed, watching him, and when he looked around and caught you watching, he smiled in your direction. You smiled in return, not the least bit embarrassed about watching. After all, he was kind.

The line slowly dissipated as more and more people received the information they needed for accommodation and food and rescheduling. Then there was no one between you and Clark, and the airline rep finally stepped toward him.

“I’m trying to get back to Metropolis,” he started, “you’ve rescheduled me for five days from now.”

“You’re welcome to continue in the line and our desk staff can check, but I can assure you, you’ve been booked on the earliest flight available.” She looked exhausted. Clark nodded and took the offered meal vouchers before stepping out of line.

“I’m in the same situation as him. Metropolis destination. Did I hear you say you were unable to book anymore hotels?”

“Our system has been overloaded all day and so it’s hit or miss. If you save your hotel bill, we will reimburse you,” she offered.

“That requires me to have the funds to pay for a hotel in the first place. Which I don’t,” you explained. She nodded.

“Stay in line and we will see what we can do,” she promised.

By the time you got to the front of the line, handsome Clark was long gone and your patience was running thin. After going through the same story with the desk agent, they were apologetic when they could t find a booking for you. So much so that they gave you twice the meal vouchers that you needed.

You sat down on a bench and checked your bank account. Moving some money around, you realized you could afford a hotel, it would now be booking one that would be the issue.

You lucked out on your first phone call. Not only did they have a room, they were giving you the best suite in the place for a discount price. By the time you caught a shuttle to the hotel, checked in, and went to bed, it was well past 3am.

As you were checking in, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. You turned around and looked up at Clark.

“I’m sorry, weren’t you also headed to Metropolis?” He asked. You nodded, covering a yawn with your hand. “When are you scheduled to return?”

“Five days, evening flight,” you were so tired, you were barely coherent.

“6 pm?”

“Yeah,”

“I’m going to head to the airport in the morning, I’ll see if I can find us something better,” he offered.

“Short of being a close personal friend of Bruce Wayne, and getting and WI private flight, I doubt you’ll be successful,” you grumbled. He smiled.

“We’ll see.” It felt like a promised.

XxX

You awoke midday, feeling disoriented but well rested. After a shower, you made your way down to the hotel restaurant. While you waited, someone came in behind you. The host came toward you with a smile.

“For two?”

You turned and saw Clark behind you, and smiled.

“Well, no, but did you want to eat together?” You asked him. He smiled in return.

“Sounds lovely,” he agreed. “I’m Clark, by the way.”

You took his proffered hand and offered your own name. Drinks ordered, you settled in to a conversation about what had brought you to Gotham in the first place. The conversation was easy and friendly and you found yourself opening up about all parts of your life.

“Enough about me, what about you? Are you missing work too?” You asked.

“I’m a reporter at the Planet, and I was actually here on a story. I was able to electronically submit. Unless something exciting happens, I’m on flex days now,” he smiled.

“That’s why I’ve told you my entire life story already! You’ve pulled it out of me with your reporter skills,” you laughed.

“If I told you I started in reporting because I thought people and their stories were fascinating, would it make you feel better?”

“Maybe,” you laughed. “What you did for that couple yesterday was pretty amazing. You were so calming and reassuring. And how fortunate that you spoke their language!”

He flushed a little. “It was a lucky coincidence,” he admitted.

“Any exciting plans for your extra time here?” You asked.

“Well, I went to the airport this morning to see about our flight and there really wasn’t anything that could be done. I have an appointment this afternoon with a friend who has a helicopter. I can see about you as well, if you’d like?”

“Really? Sure.”

Lunch was enjoyable and you found yourself happy to have made a new friend. You exchanged phone numbers and room numbers before departing, and you spent the afternoon finding a pharmacy that could give you an emergency refill on your meds.

You were just about to order dinner when a knock sounded at your door. You peered through the peephole to see Clark’s broad chest and shoulders and pulled the door open.

“I have good news and I have bad news,” he started. You gestured for him to come in.

“Bad news first,” you asked.

“The airport is offline for at least a few more days. Apparently it was a Riddler cyber attack,” he offered.

“Fuck me. And then good news?”

“You and I are on a helicopter out tomorrow morning,” he said.

“How?” You asked, astonished.

“My close personal friend Bruce Wayne is helping us out,” he teased.

“I feel like the least I can do is offer you dinner,” you said, “but I was just planning on ordering in.”

“Sounds perfect,” he agreed.

XxX

The room service was awesome and you found conversation just as comfortable and easy with Clark as you had at lunch. Despite him being handsome enough that you normally would have felt awkward, his smile was genuine and reached the corners of his blue eyes, and he had a disarming grin, well matched to his baritone laugh. You felt no push to end your evening and he was showing no signs of wanting to leave.

“What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?” You asked, suddenly.

“Oh, I used to work on the oil rigs in Alaska,” he said. “That’s probably an easy qualification for insanity. What about you?”

“I was in Gotham to meet a guy I’d met online. Turns out I was an idiot for thinking I could meet a decent man. I guess it turns out he’s one of Joker’s henchmen,” you shrugged.

“That would put a damper on romance. But that’s hardly your fault,” he replied.

“It’s the story of my life, Clark,” you laughed. “I only attract losers and nut jobs.”

“I’m neither,” he chuckled.

“You’re not attracted, either,” you retorted. Faster than you could blink, he was sitting up in front of you.

“Aren’t I?” He asked, impossibly close. If you just leaned forward a hair -

His lips met yours gently, softly. His hand came to your face and cupped your cheek, pulling you closer to him. You melted into the warmth of him, deepening the kiss, lips tangling together. Your hands tugged at his shirt and pulled it over his head as he pushed you down onto the bed.

“This is such a stereotype,” you breathed against his cheek as his hand slipped into your shirt. His soft laughter was hot against your neck.

“Like a dear penthouse letter,” he agreed.

“Should we stop?”

“If you want to,”

“What I want is for you to have fewer clothes on.” You tugged on the top button of his jeans.

“That feeling is mutual,” he growled, grinding against your hand. You helped him shimmy your pants down your legs and pulled your top off as he tugged off his jeans. He was warm against you and everywhere his skin touched yours felt electrified by his touch. His large hands cupped your breasts, and he tugged the strap of your bra down your arm until one popped free, quickly covering your nipple with his mouth as his hand found the clasp at your back and released it. He discarded it, throwing it across the room and spread kissed across your abdomen, trailing down to the juncture between your thighs. He drew in a deep breath and pushed your legs open, sliding his arms under your thighs. He lavished kisses against the soft skin of your thighs, lowering his body between your legs. The warmth of his breath against your pussy sent a chorus of gooseflesh across you.

“This is beautiful,” he murmured, pressing his mouth against you. His tongue slid the length of you, just barely slipping side you before licking up the to your clit. The gentlest touch of his tongue against your bud had you clutching the sheets and breathing heavy. He focussed more attention on your clit, slipping first one, then and second finger into you, and pumping slowly. He curled his fingers against your walls, making your breath come quicker and your hips ground up instinctively into his face. It didn’t take long before the fluttering in your stomach exploded into star behind your eyes, and you felt your pussy walls clenching around his fingers, your juices releasing against his face. He spread his tongue flat and drank down your release, thumb pressing against your clit, milking your orgasm until you tried to pull away from the sensation. He released you, moving up your body to press a kiss against your mouth. You could taste yourself in him, tangy and sweet.

He pulled his fingers from you and you felt the head of his penis pushing against your opening. You’d taken in his cock when he’d stripped and it had been large and heavy. Your hand met his length and you helped guide him into you, the stretch of his girth against your walls nearly pushing you over the edge a second time. With one firm thrust he was in you, fuller than you’d ever been. You pushed your hips up against him, prompting him to start moving and he held your hips down, shaking his head.

“Just wait,” he murmured, pressing his mouth to yours. You fell still and he lifted your legs around his waist before giving one long thrust into you you. You didn’t think he could go deeper, but you felt the nudge of his head against your cervix and grunted in discomfort. “Sorry,” he whispered before pulling back and thrusting against you again. He started rutting against you, short easy thrusts, like he was warming up. He let a deep groan out as he bottomed out in you against. “You feel so good.”

His pace picked up and his words stopped. He was concentrating on the power behind his hips, his balls slapping against you, his pelvic bone grinding just so against your clit, driving you to another climax sooner than you thought it would happen. This orgasm was more violent, the tight muscles of your walls clamping hard against him, squeezing so hard that each stroke was fraught with effort. His grunts became a roar of triumph as he slammed against you, faster and harder until he hit you hard against your g-spot repeatedly and you gasped as the warmth of your release splashed both your legs.

“That’s so fucking hot,” he grunted, thrusting through the warm wave of fluid. You came, again and then again, gasping for air, all the whole, Clark riding your orgasms, thrusting through them. You felt his hips stutter and then the heat of his own orgasm meeting yours. He fell on top of you, hips still gently rutting into you, as the last of his spend dribbled from him into your pussy.

“This is officially the craziest thing I’ve ever done,” you breathed against his check as he nuzzled against you. He let out a soft chuckle and slipped out of you, rolling to the side and pulling you against him.

[bethannangel]

There’s No One Better

Relationship: Robert "Bob" Floyd/Javy "Coyote" Machado

Additional Tags: minor Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw/Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Amelia Benjamin, Airports, Post-Canon, First Dates, Engagement, Discussing Kids, Married Couple

Language: English

Words: 5,062

Summary: Six years after the mission, Javy is stuck in Chicago trying to make his way home when he starts talking to some stranger at the airport about his wonderful husband.

The flight back to San Diego has been cancelled due to rain and the possible ice forming on the runway. This wasn’t Javy’s first flight of the day to be cancelled either. He started the day at 4am in the New Orleans airport with a direct flight to that was cancelled due to stormy conditions and ended up here in Chicago as the airline customer service rep tried to get people on planes and out of her face. He’s been in Chicago since 9 am and now it’s two more cancelled flights, 8 hours, and five $7 beers later.

There’s another flight leaving in an hour, a full flight that looks to be on schedule since the stopped, but chances are he won’t be on it since he’s number 7 on the waiting list.

The bar is currently full with people getting drinks and ordering appetizers to eat while they watch the Chicago Bears fumble through another game.

Javy grabs his beer and makes his way to the gate he’ll ultimately be turned away from. There’s no seats available so he makes his way to stand by the wall across from the flight information desk. There’s a young woman sitting on the floor scrolling through her phone.

Javy moves his rolling suitcase to against the wall and lowers the handle. He makes to sit on it, but when he puts a little pressure to sit, it flies out from under him. It startles the girl.

“Oh sorry! I wish they made suitcases that were also chairs.” Javy quickly says and realizes maybe he drank just a little too much.

“You should patent the idea.” The girl supplies with a hesitant smile.

“Right? I could be a millionaire with an idea like that.”

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#Coyote/Bob #top gun maverick #baa writes