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]

Comments

[exothermia]

Are you giving up so soon?

[axiomed]

Hardly. I was merely complimenting you.

[ He moves his knight, taking the rook. ]

[uprightness]

[ this time, he can feel it, too. He can sense the slope in the road they would have taken if the setting had been more forgiving. It's becoming evident by the little additions to this conversation, his hand is still held in hers and he brings it up, rests their entwined fingers against his shoulder. ]

You should risk it more often.

[ his other hand moves to her cheek, a gentle caress of his thumb against her cheekbone as he cups it. ]

[bythewaves]

Recently? There seems to be a sudden rash of these. I wonder who will be next.

[exothermia]

[He smirks, and concentrates on the game for a while, as they check and counter-check each other.]

[axiomed]

Checkmate.

[beardstrokes]

I imagine it's because things have been relatively "quiet".

[ At least by his standards. ]

[exothermia]

[Erik leans back, lacing his fingers together.]

So it is. Well done.

[axiomed]

Thank you.

It was a good game.

[exothermia]

Mm. I enjoyed it.

[axiomed]

. . . I'm glad.

[ It surprises him, but the surprise melts away. ]

[exothermia]

[Despite the heavier things they have talked about today - or perhaps because of them - he had relaxed into the game, and the company. It was a curious mix of old and new.

Erik reaches over again to start packing up the pieces.]

[axiomed]

Ah, thank you. I'll take it back to my room.

[exothermia]

Of course. [He closes the board back up once everything is in order.]

[axiomed]

[ Charles collects it from Erik as he moves his chair to leave. ]

[exothermia]

[Erik gets to his feet as well, to open the door for him.]

Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow?

[axiomed]

[ He smiles. ]

Of course.

[mucked]

[ maybe a vivid imagination is consolation enough -- the idea that she can remember the planes of his muscles from the same day he stepped out of the machine. the idea that she knows the way his physical architecture makes him move. peggy realizes she's capable of building a hundred different scenarios in her head and...

and good lord, she's going to need to plunder this room before heading back to the starstruck. the thought hits her with an almost-frown. peggy turns her cheek and rests her lower lip against his thumb. ]

Not exactly my strongest suit.

[ sentimentality. ]

[bythewaves]

So the audience is given things to... entertain them. [ Maglor nods slowly ] It makes sense. I suppose we should be grateful the entertainment is so benign.

[beardstrokes]

For varying definitions of benign.

[ Deaging Anakin back to when he was a slave was not something Obi-Wan would ever call "gracious" ]

[bythewaves]

It could always be worse?

[beardstrokes]

[ Wryly. ]

Well, I was in a warzone before coming here.

[mucked]

You know, technically speaking I'm not supposed to say it at all -- ex or no ex. [ a puffed sigh. she knows she's not alone in this, although she can't be certain natasha was subject to same kind of paperwork regarding her secrecy. from the feel of it, the facility she'd visited in russia had other ways of enforcing its confidentiality. ]

I signed the Official Secrets Act. We all did. [ ... ] I spent the better part of my first year, here, telling people with a straight face that I worked for the bloody telephone company. And then you lot come swanning in...

[ already knowing everything about her, it seems. her career. her trajectory. not unlike, she supposes, how quickly (albeit not easily) she sussed out natasha's origins. ]

[bythewaves]

Much less preferable. [ Maglor agrees equally wryly ]

And I would rather a ... glitch? That brings us children again, than one that does more harm

[passingthrough]

Why aren't you discussing it? [Are you enjoying this conversation?] You can't just get hurt and not tell people!