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

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

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

a wheel-shaped space station

[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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[Robb is surprised to hear a voice coming from the room. This was his room, right? Or, at the least... He utters a sound and checks the card for a moment.]

Ah. I thought this was my room...but apparently it is not.

[But where could he find the number on this thing?]

[Compared to his lady wife Robb is far from excited. The look on his face is a strained one and he looks tired. And he does not trust anyone in this bloody place.]

There is enough profit in poison. It can be used for hunting, for fishing, for killing others.

[His eyes widen when Jeyne moves to put one in her mouth]

Jeyne! [He grabs the bag from her hands.] Do not do that! Spit it out! Now!

[ Maglor will run into him by one of the windows, or perhaps Kirk will run into him - quite literally! Maglor's eyes are full of the stars, up here, and with the beauty of the nebula within easy view, he walks in waking dreams, and he is composing as he goes ]

Oh!

[ He blinks at Kirk and smiles apologetically ]

Forgive me, I was not paying attention.

[ Maglor was, in fact, coming by to ask if she wished to go for a cup, but he raises an eyebrow at the voice on the other end. It's definitely Beverley in there but...

He gentles his voice automatically, the low comforting croon he once used on terrified peredhel twins ]

Hello there. I am looking for a friend of mine, might you know her? You do not have to open the door, if you feel safer, that way.

[Mini-golfing... Robb watches Riona with a bit of a smile around his face and finally agrees to tagging along with her for a game of this mini-golf.]

We have to guide this ball to safety, so to speak. With this...

[He waves the club around.]

It is quite not-modern. [Still, the obstacles make it fun.] Ladies first, of course!

Robb.

[She does her best to give him a stern look, but comes off about as frightening as a kitten. She is in too good a mood, even if he is determined to be nothing but sour.

As sour as the fruit.]

This isn't Westeros and you can't brood through this entire disembarking. [She wrapped her arms around his waist, looking up at him imploringly.] This is my first planet and I want to share it with you. Can we not find a way to make it a second courtship?

[Her attempt to look stern brings somewhat of a smile to his face and finally he reaches out to take the bag from her hand and pay the merchant for it.]

I know. [He relaxes visibly when she curls her arms around him.] I will try to brood less if you will it. [He looks at her with narrowed eyes, thinking of how temporarily all of this is.]

We can do that.

You are thinking dark thoughts again and I won't let you.

[Even if it was temporary, she would take pleasure in every minute. She would rather live as fully as she could before it was taken away rather than suffer wondering what might happen. She could have Robb again, sleep in his arms and make him smile.

Gods, that was enough to last several lifetimes.

She tugged his hand, pulling him along as she darted from the marketplace, stepping once more into the cold and snow. She turned towards him, kissing each of his fingers in turn.]

We are in a world of ice and snow. You can show me how to hunt and play in snow and makee love by a raging fire as snow falls. Teach me how to live like a Northerner.

[One of the guys he barrels past grabs him, and Eugene tenses in the instant recognition of confrontation, grip going vise-tight on his forearm crutch as he readies himself for the yell or the swing of a fist. At the same time, the promise almost relaxes him, because yes, finally, yes, something unforgiving and ugly. Something that will transform this place until it doesn't bring up memory and grief so deep he starts to drown in it.

Recognition comes at almost the same time, and the fight bleeds out of him, leaving just tellingly shiny eyes and the wiry skeleton of stubbornness. He doesn't need worry. Felix doesn't need to be asking about this. He just needs to not be here and Felix needs to butt out and enjoy the club.]

I have to go get some air. [He tries to tug his arm back, to free himself, and if Felix gets any consideration at all it's that his pull isn't nearly as strong as it could be.]

Edited 2016-12-11 16:30 (UTC)

I miss my brothers.

[Robb smiles briefly and hopes that her excitement becomes contagious enough to make him smile as well. To make him forget about the empty chamber inside the Blue Fish and everything else.

And a cold fear that is sneaking up to him that she will be gone as well. One day she wouldn't be inside his bed anymore. And he dreads that day. And gods, normally he had been able to handle loss quite well. Putting up a brave face and marching to battle. Focus on bringing Joffrey to justice, for avenging his father's death.]

Well, I do not know of Northerners who would bed a woman in the snow. Wildlings would, mayhaps. [Robb laughs, yet the thought of them being wrapped up in thick furs without any clothes is quite an enticing one.] We should get you a bow and some arrows. A light one, I would think. And a thick cloak made out of fur. A leather jerkin.

It is a shame I cannot bring you to Winterfell. [The look on his face becomes awfully melancholic.] Maybe I will draw it for you one day. [Robb isn't a great artist, but he is quite sure he remembers most of Winterfell's paths and towers. He can give her a map.] A map of it.

[He stops and gives her a lazy smile. Drinks were had, but he carries them well. Practice makes perfect.] That's me. [And he hasn't really met any shipmates aside from Jack yet, so this is and improvement so far.] I'm Mon-El.

Oh, hi. I didn't recognize you dressed up. [Mon-El doesn't seem bothered by Jim taking him in. He's not that shy about his body.] Meeting someone?

First one I promise. [A lady in the corner sent it over. It would be rude not to drink it!] This place isn't as bad as I was picturing. [Since he was just picturing the fleet of ships and nothing more having arrived during drift week.]

I know you do.

[She doesn't want to dismiss his sadness or the loss that was hanging over him. Both Jon and Bran disappearing was a heavy blow, one that she knew would lead him to worrying and contemplating what else could happen in the future.

She knew this fear. She had them as well when it came to losing Robb again.]

Mourn, grieve, but don't shut yourself away. [She pressed her head to his shoulder.] I would do anything, just so I could help you through this.

[Slowly, with the more time she spent with him in this world, the more hungry she had become for him. No matter how shy she was, there was no denying the desire he woke in her.] Where would a Northerner bed a woman? I had been lead to believe that men in the North are wild, brutish creatures. I hope that will live up to my expectations.

I think I saw some of those things back in the market. Let me purchase it this time. I have money of my own now.

[She nodded, feeling wistful to see his home.] I should like that. I would have loved it, I know I would have.

[Well, that is all difficult to miss, but he manages to look her in the eyes after a moment.] I'm not sure I know how to charge for that.

[Dancing the night away is what Gemini's there for, along with other more nefarious purposes, but for the moment she's having a good time, pretending to be drunk when actually she isn't, enjoying the atmosphere and dancing.

Currently she's meandering through the crowd, not really paying much attention to her surroundings.]

Edited 2016-12-11 17:03 (UTC)

[Normally, Eugene wouldn't butt into the affairs of the slightly rough-looking man with a black eye who's just sat himself down at a bar. But he's taking customer service seriously enough during his working hours to want to make sure guests feel looked-after, and hey. If he'd covering bartender duties for a few hours between availability among the actual, experienced barkeeps? He might as well do the whole job.]

Hey there, can I get you something to drink? [He gestures at his face, mirroring the bruise.] Or, you know, for the black eye?

How about a night in a luxury suite? Would that cover it?

[She gives him a languid steamy smile.]

I am glad I have you.

[Because her presence make things more bearable. When he feels sad all he has to feel is her stirring next to him, her warm body enveloping his, and everything seems less worse. Easier to overcome. She makes him smile and he finds his heart full of hope.]

You cannot do much. Just do not leave any time soon. [He whispers the words and he realizes that he sounds like a child, wanting to hold on to its favourite object with a pout on his face. Briefly he wonders what has happened to the Robb Stark that faced everything he feared head on.]

[And before doubt and fear starts to seep in again she changes the subject to bedding one another.] Ah. [He brings his lips close to her ear.] She... [Gods, they are standing in the middle of a busy street.] ...would be wrapped in furs. [His cheeks burn fiercely but he cannot deny the fact that his libido has working overtime the moment she set foot here.] And she would be taken in every way she wishes to be taken.

[Yeah...that sounds good.]

No, sweetling. Allow me to pay for such things. I am your husband after all. [A pause.] Winterfell does not exist anymore...

[Colliding with a wheelchair is never fun and Beverly finds herself on the floor, smarting from the fall. But when the man says her name, everything else is forgotten. He knows my name!. And she gets the feeling she should know his too. At the very least, he probably knows where this is and why she's here and most importantly: how to get back to Nana. So she makes the split second decision to trust this not-so-strange stranger. Eyes big and pleading, she looks up at him.]

Hide me!

[Then she ducks behind his chair. The concierge comes puffing up to Charles. "Excuse me sir, do you know this girl?"]

[She grinned when he said that, cupping his face between her hands as she leaned in to kiss him sweetly.]

I am too. I am glad you are with me again.

[Having him hold her during the night and waking to his face day had purged her mind of any lingering sorrows. The more time they were together, the more she could think that what happened in Westeros was nothing more than a bad dream.

This was their forever, as it was meant to be.]

I have ideas on how to prevent my leaving. [Neither of them had much control, but she knew there was a profit on entertainment. So long as she didn't bore the audience, there was a likelihood that she would stay.] I will have to play their games, but it's a very small price to pay.

[She would hold on to him with both hands. If the Atroma tried to send either of them back, she would fight them with all of strength inside her. She never had lashed out before, but she would in that instance.] I never will leave you. The others take the Atroma and all the rules of this world. I will never go.

[She buried her face in his shoulder as her face flamed at the mere idea of bedding him again.] Would a Northern lady...[her voice little more than a breathless whisper against his ear] ride her lord as fiercely as she would her mount? I would need to practice to reach such a level.

You are my husband, but I don't wish you to become destitute because of me. At least take my coin for future use. [Another kiss to his hands.] It does exist. You, Sansa, your family, you are Winterfell.

[He's right, that she'd probably try to bolt. Still might try, if it wasn't for his uniform. Sure, it's old-fashioned, but there isn't a kid in the Federation that can't identify a Starfleet uniform on sight. Immense relief flows through her at the sight: she's safe, she's still in the Federation, everything will be okay.

She straightens up and clicks her heels together smartly, adopting what she hopes is the appropriate stance for a Starfleet officer.]

Sorry, sir! But he - [Here she points at the concierge, shooting him a dirty look as she does so] Keeps trying to tell me I'm supposed to be in daycare. [She says that last word with great scorn and juts out her chin defiantly.] I'm not a baby!

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[ that's absolutely foreign but he does his best to understand. Calvinball, huh? steve has a hard time even imagining what it must have been like and fails splendidly. ]

How did it work? they'd change games that already existed or made ones from scratch?

Don't worry about it.

[ it's not an easy thing, what she's been through and he knows it might take a little longer for them to get past this. still, she's here now, he can't ask for more than that. ]

What do you make of all of this? Seems like they decided to give us a break.

One of many.

[ it's an easy way out of this entanglement he somehow talked himself into. this always seems to happen around her which probably shouldn't be surprising. At least now he doesn't prattle himself into corners anymore. ]

Worth a try. It'll be quieter.

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