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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[bythewaves]

[ He smiles at the cautious eye, approving her caution and backs away a little, bowing to her politely ]

Her name is Beverley, little miss.

[dancingmd]

[Oh. Upon closer inspection, he's not like a Romulan at all. Romulans don't bow to humans, especially not little girls. He's more like... a prince from a fairy tale.]

I'm Beverly, though.

[bythewaves]

Ah, really? [ He smiles at her ]

That is a strange coincidence! It is a very lovely name, very fitting for a lovely lady.

[dancingmd]

[She wrinkles her nose.]

I'm not a lady, I'm just a kid.

[Nonetheless she is definitely warming up to you even more.]

[bythewaves]

A very small lady is still a lady. [ He winks at her ]

Since I cannot find the older Beverley, perhaps you would not mind talking to me instead? I found a nice tea that we were going to share.

[dancingmd]

[She frowns.]

But don't you want to find her?

[bythewaves]

I do - but she said that she would meet me here. Perhaps she has been delayed? I am sure she will not mind me sharing a drink with you in the meantime.

[dancingmd]

[Beverly considers this for a moment, her brow still furrowed. He is so very nice and... familiar, so she wants to talk to him more - but she also doesn't want to let him in. So, after checking her pocket to make sure her keycard is there, she takes a decisive step forward and closes the door behind her.]

Okay. But not here. And I want you to answer some stuff for me!

[As an afterthought:]

Please!

[bythewaves]

Alright, although we probably should not go far - how about the table over there?

[ He deliberately picks a place close to the room, and in an area where people walk past, so that she can feel as if there will be people she can run to for help if threatened ]

And certainly, little miss, if I can answer I will.

[dancingmd]

Okay.

[She sits solemnly down at the table indicated and waits for him to take a seat too before she begins her inquisition with the most important question:]

Are you a Romulan?

[bythewaves]

[ He sits opposite her and sets the tea things out neatly - thermoses are such great inventions ]

No - what is a Romulan?

[dancingmd]

They're a species that looks like you. Especially your ears. But they're bad guys.

[bythewaves]

Ah, I see. Well, I do not know if I am a "good" guy, [ Very definitely not mocks memory ] but I am definitely not a Romulan. I am a Quendi, little lady. An elf, you would say.

[dancingmd]

An elf!?

[That gets her excited and she leans across the table towards him, her eyes big and round.]

LIke in the fairy tales? Do you have magic? Are you a prince? Because you look like a prince! And how come you're so big? I thought elves were small, like me.

[bythewaves]

So many questions!

[ he laughs merrily ] I do not have magic, no, although I suppose I was once something like a prince. And I have not been your height since I was a child.

[dancingmd]

How old are you anyway?

[bythewaves]

Older than you. [ He winks at her ]

Old enough that I mostly have stopped counting, these days.

[dancingmd]

Well everyone is older than me!

[bythewaves]

Oh not everyone surely? [ He teases her fondly ] Surely there are babies and little ones younger, for you might be only a little lady, but you are not that young, I think!

[dancingmd]

Everyone on my planet anyhow.

[bythewaves]

Oh? There are none younger than you?

[dancingmd]

Well...

[She settles back in her seat, looking somewhat ashamed for exaggerating. Nana says to always tell the truth.]

Not nobody, no. But we live out in the middle of nowhere and I don't have many friends.

[bythewaves]

Ahhh... that can be hard. And no brothers or sisters, I take it? I am sorry to hear that.

[dancingmd]

[She nods solemnly.] Mama and dad are gone so it's just me and Nana.

[bythewaves]

Ahhhh. [ He frowns and reaches across to brush her hand in sympathy ]

That is very sad, little lady. I grieve for your loss. Will you and your Nana move someplace with more people, do you think?