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Voices from Heaven ([personal profile] thespaceopera) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2016-12-07 08:02 pm

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

a wheel-shaped space station


[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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[personal profile] astrobleme 2016-12-13 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Shinji has no interest whatsoever in war games, even pretend ones, so he turns down the chance to join Kaworu for phaser tag. He still shows up to watch a few rounds and cheerlead each victory, though. There's a sitting area outside of the maze with various live camera feeds of the battle: night vision, thermal vision, aether vision (?), and more. But Kaworu is difficult to spot because of how quick he is, moving from hallway to hallway, annihilating every opponent. Shinji almost forgot he was an Eva pilot, too, and he served under Shinji's father, who would have demanded a level of competence in battle... (Not something he wants to think about anymore.)]

That had to have been your best round, [Shinji says excitedly, as soon as Kaworu emerges again. He holds out a water bottle--not that Kaworu needs it--and a towel for Kaworu to wipe his face with. Even an Angel can get sweaty from exertion, it looks like. It's making Kaworu's skin gleam like inlaid pearl.] I don't think you got hit a single time. Just amazing.
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[personal profile] paraclete 2016-12-16 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Aglow with victory and an excited sheen of sweat, Kaworu is otherwise himself again, at least in the warmth and softness of his smile. He doesn't look like he was just now going through the motions of flattening all enemies.]

It's good to be formidable when I can, [he says cheerfully, pressing the towel to the side of his face. Then he accepts the water bottle, twists it open, and brings it to his lips. His demeanor is totally cool as he tilts his head back and drinks deeply. He doesn't necessarily need the cooling quench, but it feels good to have the heat of his insides be eased by the water. Kaworu gets very excitable—well, intense—when he does things like this, and the adrenaline changes his atmosphere. He's no less gentle once it's all over, but his usual confidence is increased tenfold, and it's not a mellow confidence, now. The angle of his shoulders, the tilt of his chin...

He looks like he could lift Shinji up with one hand, and like he's considering doing it. But he stays in place, gently cuffing his own chin with the towel, once he has finished drinking.]


Well, I had fun. It's a little sad, though, when the others fumble.

[Oh, yeah, and he's freaking ruthless, too, even when he speaks.]
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[personal profile] astrobleme 2016-12-21 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[The sweat has made Kaworu's hair all silvery, which is kind of beautiful, and it goes really well with his pale skin and red eyes. Even though the battle's over, Kaworu's eyes still have the sharpness of a hunter, a conqueror, wholly superior... It isn't frightening, of course not, but Shinji can't deny the warm, weird feeling that goes down his spine when they make eye contact. This is someone who could protect him. Not just as a friend, or a boyfriend, or an ally in battle--but on a primordial level where choice is less important than pure instinct. Shinji wants to tuck himself into Kaworu's arms and not have to worry about anything ever again.]

Jeez, you're still being too modest. You totally annihilated them.

[He lifts his hand up, maybe to take back the water bottle, maybe to adjust the towel, but he simply touches Kaworu's damp cheek instead. His fingers trace backward, encountering locks of silvery hair, then sweeping that hair back and behind one of Kaworu's flawless ears. Compared to when they first met, Kaworu's hair has gotten pretty long. Not too long, though. Kaworu would look like a living work of art even if he had hair unspooling all the way down to his feet. It's actually more feminine than not, this way, and Shinji likes it a lot.

Then again, he likes everything about Kaworu.]


Hey, do you know what might be good? There's, uh... [He repeats the process of tucking Kaworu's hair behind his other ear. It would seem a fretful gesture if not for Shinji's smile.] This spa place thing over in the Apogee Getaway, it has a bunch of body treatments that would help you wind down.
paraclete: (let it be done,let the others evolve)

[personal profile] paraclete 2016-12-23 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
[More mild than modest, Kaworu's smile is openly pleased now. This is shameful, but it feels good to be praised by Shinji, and for this particular quality. Yes, he could protect Shinji. From anything, and for an eternity, he can and will keep Shinji safe. That's how he can feel now, at least. Kaworu is capable in a game of tag if nothing else.] I'm glad I can do something like that, [he says, soft, but unrelenting in that force. It's internal so much of the time—Shinji might never have seen it to this degree, he realizes. Not in this lifetime. Kaworu exhales. Shinji's touch is the only thing that could cause him to relent.

Maybe he does seem modest, though. His eyes are lowering from Shinji's eyes, their held gaze melting away to bare a slip of self-consciousness. It isn't easy to perceive, but it's there, while Shinji's fingers rearrange Kaworu's longer hair. Shinji's hands are like a florist's; in comparison, Kaworu's hair is like weeds. He's noticed, during brief glimpses in mirrors, that it's grown out into something uncomfortably familiar. If it gets too much worse, he will look fifteen again. It makes him want to recoil from himself.

But he can't be too displeased, beneath Shinji's attention. He's a few degrees warmer than cool, for once. His eyes raise back up, too.]


Do I seem like I need to wind down? [It's a little playful, but mostly it's a self-criticism. His face has got the sort of grin usually granted by pianos, though.] Well, I wonder what that sort of thing is like.
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[personal profile] astrobleme 2017-01-03 10:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Shinji is kind of... well, this is a weird thing to think, but he's thinking it anyway-- Shinji's kind of reminded of a dream he had the other night. He doesn't remember dreaming about Kaworu's hair being in need of a comb, but it feels really good--familiar--nostalgic?--to be dragging his fingers through it. There you are, he thinks, somewhat satisfied, and his hands drift down to press against Kaworu's chest. They're touching more than they should be, probably, for such a public space, but there's no helping the magnetism in between them. He wants to be as close as possible. He wants to bask in Kaworu's presence, day in and day out.]

That's not... sorry, that's not what I'm trying to say. You're fine. [He looks at his hands, then, along with the brilliant light they're almost cradling. He doesn't even need to concentrate to perceive Kaworu's soul in all its celestial glory. At first, Kaworu's soul surprised him for being so bright and vast, like a confrontation with the sun, except not so dangerous. Then he began to notice different qualities of the soul--some of them reasonable, others inexplicable.

Kaworu's soul is probably older than any number of distant stars.

Millions of years old. Billions, even.


And Shinji doesn't know what that's supposed to mean. He isn't sure he wants to know, to be honest.]

I just thought you might like a nice break. You've been going at it for a while.
Edited 2017-01-03 10:59 (UTC)
paraclete: (i guess it's a blind kind of love)

[personal profile] paraclete 2017-01-11 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Kaworu's chest moves underneath Shinji's hands, active with soft laughter, the bubble of a hot spring. The light of his soul is especially bright like this—his glow is greatest when he's with Shinji. He is overcome with joy, and that's such a relief, because it's good at blotting out his exhaustion. Kaworu has to rely on that as much as possible, since Shinji's ability to perceive things is growing seemingly by the day.

One of his hands is still holding the water bottle, but his free set of fingers comes to curl at Shinji's waist. Kaworu is always shameless, or seems to be, but these days, he's less ascetic with his physicality as well. To a degree. But it helps his heart, and is hard to resist, when Shinji is so willing to give into gravity. With his one hand at Shinji's waistline, Kaworu finds it difficult to keep from hefting Shinji off and flying far away, among the stars, to bask in private solace between them.

"A nice break." The here and now. Kaworu must stay grounded.]


Sounds fun. We should both go, and see all the nice things they must have there. Doesn't seeing everyone feel good sound wonderful, too?

[Despite how he was just driving phaser tag players to despair.]