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

[notanoptimist]

[McCoy snorts at the question and leans forward in the stool to rest his elbows on the bar. He did check the bruising out and thankfully, that's all it is: bruising and a bit of swelling because he's unlucky but not that unlucky, he supposes.]

The drink is for the black eye.

[benames]

Maybe they don't actually know what they're supposed to sound like.

[ this theory at least makes a distant sort of sense. ]

I mean, maybe they're trying to match sounds tot animals and keep getting it -- awfully wrong. really bad. seriously horrible.

[partialities]

Will the majority of them like me or will most of them think me silly and foolish and unworthy of their love?

[ with the sort of competition she has here, she has to wonder, in the rare moments when she questions her progress. ]

[outstandingbalance]

It does seem like a breather after the last planet. Especially if anyone was bored of peace and quiet.

[A gentle huff punctuates the pause.]

Or feeling lonely after the drift.

[widow_of_the_crag]

[It seemed horribly wicked to be running off to purchase a room at the hotel in an effort to sate their hunger. There was little discretion in their actions earlier. How could anyone mistake what they were about?

She couldn't remember the actual purchasing of a room or much debate at what sort they wanted. Apparently it was 'standard', but that meant little to her. All she wanted as a bed.

After what seemed like an eternal crawl, they were finally bolting the door shut behind them and shut away from the rest of the world. Her eyes trailed over the room, suddenly locking on the swirling nebula from their windows. She felt breathless, staring at the beautiful colors and lights in space.]

Gods.

[uprightness]

Then you always have a chances at winning, I suppose.

[ it's an odd sort of comfort, really. it leaves all the bets open and it add a new sort of thrill, albeit a confusing one. ]

I guess it means it doesn't matter how skilled you are.

[outstandingbalance]

The places we stop in vary a lot. Sometimes it's a deserted planet, sometimes...

[She shrugs.]

This is the first time I've seen this, though.

[outstandingbalance]

Carter, if I didn't want your company you wouldn't have found me in the first place.

[The answer comes arch, humorous, but she thinks Peggy is sharp enough to understand the meaning: Natasha took her time, and she chose to accept this meeting.]

[survivalistcookbook]

Fair enough.

[It's the kind of flat, vaguely macho response that he can respect, and he grins crookedly as he turns for the wall of glassware.]

What'll that be, then?

[uprightness]

Those are a bit hard.

[ he admits. it's not a way of life they're used to lead. this amount of idleness is very rare in their line of work. it leaves gaps of time to fill and steve does his best, gathers reading materials and spends hours in front of a punching bag and there's the drawings and it's almost enough and yet.

there's always a certain uneasiness. he fears letting himself get used to it because the moment he does, that's when hell will break loose, surely.

so he's careful, sticks mostly to the professional lines of his work and to other, quieter hobbies.

she's right, however. it can get far too quiet, at times. ]

Lots of free time.

[ and it bothers him, how he can get used to it. ]</small.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Everything happens in a blur. He remembers asking for a room and when they ask him about a bunch of things he just nods and gives them the amount of coin they need. And suddenly there is a door and a private space behind said door.

And despite the urges that occupy his mind now his attention is drawn by the nebula as well. He moves to stand besides her and gazes out of the window, watching how the colors change and shift.]

I believed we picked a good room.

[And while he speaks he moves to kneel so he can take off his boots. After that he drapes his cloak over a chair. Because nebula or not, there were more urgent matters at hand.

One part of his mind wants to tear the clothes from her body, eager to reveal that perfect, soft skin he loves so much. But he cannot let Jeyne go outside without proper clothes. Without any announcement he moves to stand behind her, his arms circling around her so he can work at the laces in front of her dress, loosening them quickly.]

We will watch later, sweetling.

golf

[bi_otic]

I'd tell you that's not normally part of golf, but this golf doesn't seem very normal.

[Kaidan's doing the casual bystander thing, going by his lack of golf club and extremely bemused expression.]

Hey.

[Also hello fellow security personal that he's barely met. Awkward wave is go.]

[spacebro]

Ummm... [He gives a slightly nervous laugh.] What are we talking about? [As if he doesn't know. As if he isn't tempted. But there's also...someone. Sure, she thinks he's Daxam trash, but she got over that once mostly. Probably.]

[widow_of_the_crag]

Jealous of a nebula.

[She feels that spark of mischief return to her, stirred by his focus and eager fingers. Without much prompting, she follows his example and tugs free the buttons and laces of her gown, finally peeling her gown from her body. It would be a little while before she would want to put it on again. The hem had trailed in the snows of the planet and were damp, chilling her overheated skin. There were enough ways for her to risk catching a chill, wearing that gown wasn't one that she wanted to consider.

She kicks off her shoes, still sticky and smelling sweetly of berries. Free and naked, she tugged Robb's hand, drawing him to the bed. She crawled across the bed, glancing back to see if he was watching her. Despite the sharp blush on her features, she found herself grinning boldly, wanting him to admire her.]

Disrobe and lie on the bed, my love. We need to see whether or not I am as skilled a rider as a Northern lady should be.

[spacebro]

So you're saying I got lucky?

[bluediligence]

Some of the cities back home were huge, too, but this is …

[ She shakes her head, hands pressed against her cheeks. This is insane. ]

Where do we even start?

[ Maybe by picking their jaws up off the floor? Yeah. Maybe. Aoko can't help but feel like that's asking for a little too much, right now. ]

A

[bi_otic]

[Kaidan spots her getting dragged down the hallway like a helpless, but apparently very determined ragdoll, and moves to intercept. He makes a quick grab of the hellhound's collar and stops the whole trainwreck in it's tracks. For now.]

Whoa there, fido. Where's the fire?

[outstandingbalance]

Oh, we'll see about that.

[Natasha can't help but tease. Her eye cut to Mon-El's other benefactor.]

From the look of things you just might.

[notanoptimist]

[What'll it be indeed. McCoy's pretty sure most of the stuff he's used to isn't going to be around, so he does the next best thing, and points to a bottle with a label in a language he can't read full of dark brown liquid.]

That one. Straight. We'll see what it does.

[He's probably going to poison himself at this rate.]

[bluediligence]

[ It takes Aoko a moment to notice that she's being watched, her attention so thoroughly caught by the spectacle of choice. And the crowds, oh god, the crowds – it must have been years since she'd last been caught up in one. The idea of diving into that stream of moving bodies makes her skin prickle with mixed excitement and dread. ]

[ … Or maybe that's paranoia, tickling at the back of her neck? She shudders faintly, picking up head (and her jaw, which had hit the floor at some point) to look around. Who – ]

[ Wait. ]

[ Isn't that … She'd know that face anywhere, after their disastrous first meeting all those months ago. But he looks so much older now, she can't be sure – except, no, Clover had mentioned that he's there, and there'd be no other reason for him to stare at her. But what is she supposed to do? He definitely recognizes her, and now that she's been gawking at him in equally stunned silence, he'll know that she recognized him. ]

[ The dual temptation to run and stand her ground makes her shift awkwardly in place, shoulders stiff. Fight or flight? But she shouldn't have to do either, anymore. ]

You—uh … [ She pulls her hands in close to her chest, rocking back on her heels. ] It's … Blade, right?

[nowyouseeit]

Despite what you might believe deep down, snow will not kill you.

[unless she like, freezes to death, but! that would take a really long time]

[nowyouseeit]

[omg. his grin widens]

How many stomachs do you have? Ten?

[noprophecies]

I do not think it will kill me. But you known I despise being cold.

[notanoptimist]

[There's a moment when the corner of his mouth quirks and something in his heart wrenches as a thought of his own daughter crosses his mind. She'd be about this age and he wondered sometimes if she would have this much spit and vinegar.

Probably.

He drops his hand to the girl's shoulder and waves off the concierge.] I'm working security. I'll take care of it. [The concierge huffs a sigh but ultimately leaves; come right down to it, this isn't his job.]

What's your name, kid, and where do you belong?

[noprophecies]

I - do not know? Was there something in particular you wanted? Surely there is a shop for it here . . .

[she leans forward a bit, as if she can peer into one of the closer stores and see what they have to offer] Goodness, but there's so much.