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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[save_the_souls]

A Water Tribe Name?

[Okay, that catches him by surprise a little. Just purely because of his own feelings about his name]

Um, just checking- I can still use "Allen Walker" afterwards, right? I'm rather attached to it.

[If him refusing to be called any nicknames didn't make that clear enough. Mana kinda sorta gave him that name okay!!]

[geonomy]

[No, Allen, no. They're the ones to introduce Mikleo to a sex shop. Clay stops beside Allen, staring in dread at first, then just pulling the bill of his visor down while looking away. Yup. Yup, his face is most certainly red with embarrassment.]

Yeah... that's what it means. Uh, sorry about... you know. Not saying what it, ah... was. I was just trying to...

[UGH THIS IS THE WORST]

[beathach]

Ah - I've seen his posts. [it was a little worrying, but the kid seemed to have a good heart, at least]

Friends?

[he tilts his head for a moment, then shrugs a shoulder] I have a few who frequent over there, but no one who - works there, or spends a lot of time there, no.

[beathach]

I'm going as fast as this thing will let me!

[how dare you call him an old man!!]

[beathach]

[look at this innocent face]

Raven.

[nerdeology]

[Mikleo, meanwhile, is just gonna wander further inside, distracted from all thoughts of getting a refund, though it does mean that the fuzzy handcuffs are relocated to hanging loosely around his wrists while he wanders. Suddenly the redshift district isn't so boring anymore.]

No, no, it's fine! I understand, this subject can be embarrassing for people. Just because you might share that you're intimate with one another, it doesn't mean that you'd like to offer up any details to someone not involved.

[Even he has the decency to let a bit of red cross his cheeks, because it's venturing towards a line that even curiosity won't allow him to cross.]

So, is this kind of thing popular among humans?

[winn]

[ he always dares, old man! what are you gonna do about it :D ]

You know who blames the machine? [ accessing the speed limiting paneling and accelerating even more ] People who don't know what they're doing!

[save_the_souls]

[Noticing just how red and embarrassed Clay looks next to him, he reaches over to give Clay's hand a comforting squeeze as he whispers in his ear] I'm so sorry. I should've been more careful.

[With leaving the store, with the handcuffs, with life. BASICALLY ALL THEIR CHOICES THAT LED THEM HERE.

But Allen knows it's important to deal with what you have wrought, so he'll follow along the Seraph, just trying to think back to his medical training. Yeah...just think of it that]

Uh....

I-In a sense, yes. Some more than others...

[beardstrokes]

I can only imagine. Anakin woke up in a similar state.

[exothermia]

I'm not discussing it right now. [Or, hopefully, ever. He raises his eyebrows at her.] Don't you want to find your room?

[exothermia]

[There are no words in his various known languages for it. He just shakes his head, because his own room is not a safer topic.]

It's... purple. [To put it lightly.]

[geonomy]

[Clay squeezes Allen's hand in return, though he still doesn't peek up from his visor. Really, it shouldn't be so bad. Mikleo's not mortified, he's not aghast, and he's not judging them. It's just... the principle of the matter!! That they're sort of revealing a very intimate side of their relationship that's just his and Allen's alone, and ugh. Ugh.]

It's fine - I think I made it worse by trying to make up excuses for it...

[It's like Allen put up a sign pointing to the store while Clay added flashing neon lights to it. This pair.

But, well, now Mikleo's actually browsing everything. He tilts his visor up a bit, if only to see how Mikleo's faring, which is... okay? He's doing okay, he guesses?]

Uh, yeah. And, you know, some less than others. Some not at all. Humans are all kind of... different? With this stuff?

[nerdeology]

That makes sense. There are plenty of people who're unique in other ways, so there's no reason for this to be different.

[He keeps going, eyes roving over each and every object. Some of them are kind of self-explanatory - like, the concept of a "butt plug" is mortifying but at least obvious in purpose, but not intent, because W H Y - but he's not sure what's safe to ask about when it isn't so clear. Allen and Clay are already so embarrassed. He'd hate to make it worse by bringing it up. Maybe this sort of thing is still too new? Maybe they don't know?

Actually, there is one thing- he lifts a wrist, the fluffy cuffs dangling.]

Wait, so what are these really meant for?

[Are they actually handcuffs, or has he attached some complex kink to his wrist, or what.]

[exothermia]

[Erik huffs sharply through his nose, irritated once more at the glitches and manipulations the Fleet unleashes on people.]

I hadn't seen her for a while before that. So it's not really progressed far.

[axiomed]

Give it time. These never last long.

[save_the_souls]

[Yeah, diversity is great and humanity has a huge range of-

- Oh god now he's asking about the handcuffs. He glances briefly at Clay. If he loved Clay any less, or Clay didn't seem completely mortified to be part of all this, he'd probably dump this question onto him. But you know, love makes you do the crazy, so...]

They're....for restraint, during... [He swallows] You know.

Some people find it .... um ... arousing, when they are physically restrained. It's considered...a kink.

[exothermia]

[It never does feel that long, compared with the strange elongated time they've experienced before. Erik has to pause and think about it, because of his own ten year gap in the middle of his stay.]

Charles. [He corrects the name absently, knowing Charles doesn't go by Miles anymore.] And I've been here since February. Nearly ten months.

[exothermia]

It doesn't make them any less concerning.

[staytofight]

In the old times, was it?

[His interest has increased twenty-fold, a-thankyou.]

I must admit, I'm really hoping you'll tell me more about your circumstances.

[axiomed]

No, it does not.

[ But if Charles has learned anything lately, it's that such things must be weathered, not fought over. ]

But her brother is here with her. She'll be fine.

[geonomy]

[DAMMIT why couldn't they just stick to the whole diversity thing? Clay can work with that! It's scientific! It'd be a great discussion! But nooo, they have to delve into one of his kinks! As if this wasn't embarrassing enough...

He's about to speak up, mostly to just beg him to ask someone else, when Allen takes the bullet for him. Well... he can't just let Allen do that by himself, so he takes in a deep breath, lets it out in a whoosh, then starts to talk as well.]

Everything here kind of... does. I mean. It, uh... caters to? People who find different things... um, arousing. Like - Like the whole diversity thing? Same with this, sort of. Some people find some things... uh, I mean, some people have different... kinks than others.

[nerdeology]

You can tell by looking around this place that that's true...

[This place certainly has quite a selection. Mikleo considers the cuffs for a moment longer, then shakes his head.]

In that case, I don't feel too badly about breaking them. You definitely need something stronger than these. Imagine if you'd made it back to your rooms and it snapped this easily... where do they store these cuffs?

[Stand back, Allen and Clay, this holy being is gonna find and buy you a proper sex toy!!]

[save_the_souls]

[.....................

What the fuck are their lives]

Uh....I think it was...by the back?

[exothermia]

Yes.

[That is the hope, at least. Erik takes another pawn, surveying the board.]

Check.

[axiomed]

Not bad.