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driftfleet2016-12-07 08:02 pm
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Entry tags:
- !mingle,
- allen walker,
- alphonse elric,
- anthony j. crowley,
- aurae "tempest" le paulmier,
- belthazar spellscry,
- beverly crusher,
- cara,
- charles xavier,
- cisco ramon,
- dune/leto atreides ii,
- erik lehnsherr,
- felix gaeta,
- fenris,
- finwë,
- garrett,
- gemini de mille,
- hank mccoy,
- jennifer keller,
- jeyne westerling,
- katherine "kitty" pryde,
- kaworu nagisa,
- kaywinnet lee "kaylee" frye,
- kazuto "kirito" kirigaya,
- khadgar,
- kuroba kaito,
- margaery tyrell,
- mikleo,
- misty day,
- mon-el,
- nakamori aoko,
- natalie goodman,
- natasha romanoff,
- obi-wan kenobi,
- okita souji,
- raven darkholme (film),
- richard castle,
- robb stark,
- shinji ikari,
- sokka,
- sora niniji (au),
- stefan salvatore,
- takeshi,
- theon greyjoy,
- uraraka ochako,
- winn schott,
- yuan ka-fai
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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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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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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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.
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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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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.
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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.]