You can check out anytime you'd like.. [Hotel Corona Mingle]

[thespaceopera]

Who: The Fleet!
Broadcast: If you want
Action: Hotel Corona or Planet Ikke
When: December 7th onward



[After the mystery and isolation of their last destination, the Marsiva seems determined to head to brighter, busier territory. After a long journey through remote, nebula-painted space, speeding along at a brisk pace for the Host ship, the Marsiva brings her Fleet to a sudden and prominent point of traffic.

It seems that the Fleet has happened upon some sort of vacation destination! Maybe Atroma thinks that the passengers deserve some rest and relaxation... or just wants to distract them with something huge and shiny.

Welcome to Hotel Corona! Feel free to enjoy yourselves and enjoy the sites! If a hotel resort isn't your thing, you can head on over to the nearby planet and explore it's icy wonders.

In order words: it's a mingle!! Everyone get in! ]

[>> Plot Post]

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[beathach]

I always have something on my mind. [is his cheeky answer, because it's true and also because he's a smartass] But - I was thinking of something they used on us, shortly after the mansion blew up. It knocked everyone unconscious - I think it was sound-based, but I obviously didn't get a chance to get a look at it.

[precedented]

[ He shakes his head. ]

That was my doing. Time will set us apart far greater than this distance.

[passingthrough]

Sound can be powerful. Alison does some dazzling things with it. [You have no idea how badly you've been punned right now.]

It doesn't immediately remind me of anything my team's faced. Humans used it against you?

[passingthrough]

Because of the choice you made with the worm?

[beathach]

The military did. [he sounds more exasperated than angry or upset over it] Or - a part of the military, anyway. The major in charge is someone we've encountered before. I guess we left a bad impression.

[precedented]

[ He nods quietly. ]

She will live a normal human life.

[passingthrough]

Is it the one who looks like Tyrion to you?

[beathach]

No, but it was someone who worked with him.

[stefanged]

[Movement is good. Movement means that they can get a room, that Stefan can focus on throwing fire into the warm stove and bundling his friend with blankets. He doesn't have a full first-aid kit with him - he didn't think of it, with all the blood he was intending to lug back.

He takes in a deep breath, more out of habit than heaviness and exhaustion - Stefan hasn't even broken a sweat.]

Nope, [he admits a little too cheerfully as they get inside and rush towards the front door with unnatural speed.] So let me do all the talking.

[The conversation takes maybe half a minute at most. The front clerk's about to suggest a far steeper price, at the sight of Eugene, but Stefan only has to look into the clerk's eyes and insist that no, the more reasonable price sounds fair. It also sounds like they could use extra firewood and could they throw in some extra frostbite treatment on the house?

Stefan's expression is a relieved one as he snags that room key, drags Eugene into the room, and sets his friend onto the couch. Hang on, friend - he'll get this room warm in no time.]

[survivalistcookbook]

[Stubbornly putting one foot in front of the other, all the way to the point of actual collapse, is something Eugene can do. It's something he's already done once, and feeling a lot worse than he does now. As it is, he just feels tired, mostly. Sort of tingly and overwarm if anything, nerves jangling into a confusion of sensation as he enters the actual warm room and bounces down onto the couch. He's still shivering in earnest, even if his skin feels feverish under all the layers of clothing, and he works at the fasteners of his coat with clumsy, gloved fingers as he watches Stefan fuss over the room and the fire. His hands are shaking too much with the renewed shivering to really have much effect. As is his voice, though he tries to talk all the same, fill the uncomfortable reality of being worried over.]

I-I guess-s you don't g-get cold, huh.

[exothermia]

[He huffs, amused.]

Now you sound like Charles.

[exothermia]

[He lifts his shoulders in a shrug. A lot of this he's covered before - way back when they had their first conversation face-to-face. But that feels like ten years ago to Erik, these days.]

For one thing, I was in prison. I was broken out on Logan's directions, so I can only assume in the other version of reality, I stayed there for longer.

[passingthrough]

[She looks confused for a moment as he speaks of Jeyne again. Didn't he bring her up earlier?] You're talking about her as if she's here.

(OOC: I missed having her respond to that point when he brought it up before and it looks like they didn't talk about it when he woke up, so I think this is the first time.)

[halfbloodhatchling]

Family’s just the people who made you, and while that hadn’t been an especially easy thing when it came to Kai’s mix of sidhe and unsidhe blood, it still doesn’t obligate him to them.

“A picture will look better if you gain or lose weight. Skin can be an imprecise canvas. But I didn’t know that humans had family crests.” Doesn’t blood and the genetic tells serve as enough for these people?

[halfbloodhatchling]

[ Kai gives Maglor a cold look, then starts to walk further back to shore. ]

I've changed my mind. I don't think I'll do this today.

[halfbloodhatchling]

Why?

[ The question is genuine enough. Why would the hotel care what happens to its guests? ]

Have you seen them?

[passingthrough]

Right. [She hadn't put the year with it, but she remembers the story.] Not one of those prisons with a beach and unlimited food and a bowling alley. [Like the one she was in last.]

[spacebro]

Oh. So, space adventures probably weren't what you were ready for when you were suddenly here? [And he was feeling sorry for himself. At least he's familiar with that part of it even if this isn't a part of space that's familiar.]

[spacebro]

[Strangers is not the biggest hurdle. In fact, being a stranger isn't really a hurdle for him at all. At least it wasn't until he had someone in mind.]

Sounds great. I'm up for learning all of the fun activities.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

I am of the North.... [He flashes her a small grin before he gets lost in pleasure again, moving in perfect sync with her. And it wasn't hard to notice how her movements became desperate, almost frantic, she was as close as he was.] Yes...sweetling...yes... [She feels moist and swollen against his fingers and he can't get over the fact how arousing that is. How incredibly erotic it is to notice how her body responds to him. How she gets wet, how she moans and does that utterly sweet thing where she prays and vows everything and more when he pleasures her.]

Now.

[After that he has forgotten about words, about the bed they are lying on, the nebula outside, everything. All he knows of is the overload of pleasure that surges through his body and the sight of his wife above him. The climax is overwhelming, making him lose all sense. One of his hands has found hers and he is holding on to it for dear life but next to that everything is lost while he spills deep inside of her.]

[wolfuncaged]

That much, I understand. Not for the same reasons...but I can understand the difficulty.

[His are much more entangled with his former life. Back when one man was, quite literally, his entire world. ]

It can be terrifying- near impossible, to think about allowing yourself to be tied to one person in such a way. That kind of emotion...it can be dangerous. I may have...something with Marian, but even I don't know if it can ever be what she wants it to.

[He can't BE that Fenris, and that worries him. ]

[spacebro]

I'm guessing you don't lose many.

[wolfuncaged]

[This, at least, he can answer. He doesn't look any less uncomfortable, because it's rooted in a lot of the worries he has about the relationship in the first place. He shifts uneasily, staring down at the golf ball and not really hitting it. ]

...Yes. With the Fenris from her world. Not me...obviously.

action.

[spacebro]

[It's okay, kid. Mon-El doesn't understand a lot of things too.]

It didn't help that no one else was there for most of it.

[spacebro]

Maybe I just wanted an easier shot at you. Or we could team up. Make it more of a challenge for me.