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! ]

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Comments

[alwayscomeback]

Okay, sure. You've got yourself a deal.

[Her own little slice of badassery. All for her. ]

I guess we can live with a swoosh. It works better with a fan anyway. Swooosh.

[alwayscomeback]

Uh, no. Is he on the Fleet?

[wolfuncaged]

[One day, he will learn not to tell this story. No one reacts to it well. ]

Apparently. He told me when he arrived. He was rather surprised to see me alive.

[forsometimenow]

[Jennifer smiled and took his hand, squeezing it lightly, and said no more as they set off.]

action.

[spacebro]

I like drinking many things. But that's usually for older people.

...Like being a captain usually is.

[spacebro]

[Now he'll know that!]

Security. Are you feeling secure? [This is the job, right?]

[spacebro]

[What are you doing to him, Natasha?] We absolutely have that in my culture, and if we didn't I'd want to learn.

[outstandingbalance]

[Not being subtle, that's for sure.] I'm glad to hear that. It'd be an awful shame if you didn't.

[She cocks her head to one side slightly.]

Still... I imagine between different planets, there'd probably be a thing or two we could teach each other.

[spacebro]

[Subtly is so overrated. Is it possible being hung up on someone who doesn't remember you and doesn't particularly like you is overrated too?]

You have some really solid ideas about interstellar relations. I can think of so many positions...on why that's a good idea. [And just one why it's not.]

[noprophecies]

I . . . suppose? I do not feel unsecure.

[spacebro]

Then I guess I'm pretty good at it. [Smiling.]

[outstandingbalance]

[Smooth. Very smooth. But his response gets a playful smile out of her. Whether or not he follows through, Natasha finds she's enjoying this. And she suspects she'd enjoy it if he did decide he wasn't so hung up after all.]

Maybe we should talk about that more privately after we finish our drinks.

[widow_of_the_crag]

I pray that you always think so and that I give you no reason to regret having me as your wife. [She whispered the words to him, leaning her head back against his shoulder. Her smile was warm and loving, adoring him with every breath inside her.] You are all I could wish for.

Or perhaps you are purposefully trying to give me poor lessons, just so that you can continue to protect me yourself.

[She laughs, taking another shot. It was still near the edge of the target, but at least she was hitting it.]

Am I a cruel wife? I treat you only as you deserve, my dear husband.

[widow_of_the_crag]

[Her eyes slid shut as his lips brushed over her back. Her breath had steadied itself earlier, but it was now becoming heavy and deep once more.

His teeth catch her off guard, the pain quickly melding into pleasure. She moaned sharply, feeling her heart skip a beat.]

Gods, Robb. [She shivered against him, turning her head so that she could look back at him, allowing him to see the dark pools that were her eyes.] Do it again?

[She shifted, helping to guide his hand back towards her breast. Her nipples hardened from the kisses and bites he bestowed on her, still sensitive from their earlier efforts. She shivered against him, drawing in a sharp breath of desire.]

Will you take me in the manner of wolves? [It was a suggestion that should horrify her and make her blush, but in the depths of her lust, she felt reckless and adventurous. She wanted to explore all the ways they could have each other and the desperation they could drive their desire to.

She more than felt that tension, she was feeding on it just he seemed to.] I do, Robb. [She ducked her face behind her hair once more.] The things I think of when we are like this...they are beyond obscene. I'm hardly a proper lady in bed with you.

[noprophecies]

. . . but you just got here.

[welcome to the whooshing noise that comes from jokes flying over her head]

[notanoptimist]

[Summoned by alcohol. It's like Jim knows him or something. McCoy joins Jim at the window and takes the glass held out to him. It is a lovely view; could almost be something they'd see from the decks of the Enterprise.

May she rest in peace.]

Yeah. [He gets it, Jim. He lifts his glass, just a little.] Wouldn't wish this on most but... I'd go completely nuts tryin' to do this alone. [And they both know he's not exaggerating that.

He looks out toward the stars then, away from the planet.] Wonder how they're doing? [The crew, he means. Spock, Uhura, Scotty... all of them.]

[dancingmd]

Oh! [Beverly claps her hands together and her eyes are bright with excitement.] I've met Jeyne! She's the nicest person ever and so pretty!

[dancingmd]

Yeah! And he bought me food and didn't even make me eat Brussels sprouts!

[This is apparently what qualifies him as cool.]

action.

[throwsdown]

[Oh sur--WAIT A SECOND.

Nice try sir, but he's confident enough.]

I can handle it! I've been learning.

[staytofight]

Oh, I see.

... Wait - are you saying she was taken to a hospital, and - recovered? As a normal human?

[Give him a moment, he's trying to patiently comprehend this sort of vampire life.]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[At least Seeker's smell is as strong as Grey Wind's has been and the direwolf warns him of someone being close by. It isn't a land shark but he still slows down his pace, eyes narrowing a little as he scans the forest around him.

There are times he finds some coins and he does pick them up, thinking someone has lost them.

Finally he notices a woman not far by and one of the monsters that leaps at her. Now Robb Stark would be the last man in all the realms that would claim himself a good archer but he is glad he gets one arrow in.]

Watch out there!

[passingthrough]

That's pretty good. I'd love to see you two together sometime. I have a hard time picturing it. Not that I'm picturing anything weird.

[passingthrough]

Why do you say that?

[outstandingbalance]

The Avengers just melted down. It might be she needs a friend more than a teammate.

[passingthrough]

Robb... Come on, you can't make me cry on a frozen planet. My eyes would get frozen shut and then where would we be? [Because seriously, two people who were destined to die talking about how they want children and this reality show in space could be their only chance.]

Does it feel safe? We could be sent away at anytime. What if you woke up one day and the baby was just gone? Or a pregnant Jeyne was gone or they lost you in an instant without even knowing there was danger? [It's not like going off to battle. It's just this looming threat always that you have to put out of your mind if you want to keep going.]