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driftfleet2016-12-07 08:02 pm
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Entry tags:
- !mingle,
- allen walker,
- alphonse elric,
- anthony j. crowley,
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- beverly crusher,
- cara,
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- misty day,
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- natalie goodman,
- natasha romanoff,
- obi-wan kenobi,
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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

[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]
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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[Robb looks at the other courses. Windmills and nets and what not. One asks a man to send the ball through a tiny tube.]
It seems quite fun. [He pauses and a bit of a mischievous grin appears on his face.] Let us make it a contest. The one who wins has to buy the other a meal.
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So confident! Very well, I'll take you up on it. Now, bear in mind, the terms for winning in each course... vary. For some, you want as few strokes as possible. For others, it's the opposite. It's quite ridiculous, really, but it keeps you on your toes.
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[A cocky smirk appears on his face.]
We will see. I think we both have a bit of a disadvantage when it comes to modern games. And I do hope you have strong arms, it would help if you were able to swing it far.
[After those words he sticks out his tongue in a playful way. And he truly feels like that.]
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Robb Stark! Well, if that's how you want to be...
[She snorts, smirking right back at him.]
This isn't about brute strength, sir. It's precision. And I do hope you know how to aim when it counts.
[...wow that might have also been a bit of an innuendo in there.]
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[Said in a same overly dramatic voice while a glint of mischief is visible in his eyes.]
I will not tell anyone of your decision. I promise. I am a man of honor.
[Another grin.]
I can do both. Brute strength and excellent aim.
[He sucks at aiming, hence the fact he is quite bad at archery.]
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I didn't get this far in life by backing down. Besides, your confidence will just make my inevitable victory all the sweeter.
[She snickers.]
Well then show me, good sir. I took my turn, and it is now yours. We take turns until we both get our balls in the hole.
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[He bows and places the ball on the ground.]
I will put our balls in the hole before you realize it. [He takes his position and swings carefully, watching the ball roll and bounce against one of the ledges. It is not really the best strike of his life but he does not count himself out yet.] Your turn.
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[She watches his swing, nodding appreciatively. It's going better than most first attempts she's seen so far, she'll give him that.]
Not bad.
[Stepping towards her ball, she lines up her shot and hits it, clearing the curve almost sending it into the hole. However, it misses it by just a few inches.]
Damn. I hate when it does that.
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[Despite all of that talk her swing is way better than his is and it is sheer luck that the ball does not land into the hole immediately. At it least it gives him a chance to try and get the ball inside the hole before she does.]
Heh, I take it the gods are with me today. [He walks around her and moves to stand next to the ball. Robb isn’t a very pious man and he does find it important to worship the Old Gods, but it is not something that he needs to guide him along the way.]
You hit it too hard, I take.
[He gives the ball a soft tap with his golf stick and watches carefully how it rolls towards the designated hole. It results in the ball stopping right in front of the hole while he could have gotten it in.]
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[Riona watches courteously, nodding at how he sets up his stance and taps the ball. He's catching on rather quickly for his first time. Her earliest attempts involved far too much whacking the ball with obscene power.
She raises a brow at his comment, but says nothing until after he hits his ball.]
And you, sir, hit it too softly.
[Smiling a bit, she walks to her ball and taps it into the hole.]
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[He chuckles at the idea.]
I keep my slobbering for others. [Another chuckle.] How good of you to point out such obvious things.
[Of course it goes in for her. It does not surprise him in the least and he huffs.]
Next lane will be mine. [He raises his golf stick before he turns away to look around. The one numbered 'two' has a small windmill across of it and apparently they need to get the ball through a very small tunnel.]
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[Riona motions for him to follow her, leading him to the next course. As he saw, there's a nice windmill in between them and the hole, along with a little hill just before the hole.]
As you are behind, you may go first.
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[Robb sounds overly cocky as he jokes.]
You are too good for me, my lady. [He laughs again and moves to put the tiny ball down. Before he taps against it with his golf club he moves to crouch down to see the hole better. It would be quite a tragedy if he’d lose this as well.
After taking a deep breath he taps the ball firmly and throws his hands in the air when it goes right through the hole.]
Try to beat that!