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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Mr Sandman

[cajunspice]

[Remy was use to so-called fortune tellers back home. There would always be one or two around Jackson Square in the weekends, working for tips and with a selection of different tools of the trade; cards, tea leaves, crystal balls. It was all in good fun and really felt right back home, so to stumble across one on the station brought back those memories.

Hesitating for a moment, Remy stared at the stall before taking a step closer, his own glowing eyes showing over the top of his sunglasses.] Why not? Might be able to help me with a few bets later on in the night, hein?

[precedented]

[ Hmm. ]

I'm not that kind of fortune-teller. If you're not a good con-man, I suggest honing your skills.

[cajunspice]

[Remy grinned but didn't raise to the bait. He was more than confident in his skills, but it was always nice to get a step up if he could.] In that case, what kinda services do ya provide? If it's 'there be a mysterious femme in ya future' then I might want my money back. [After all, of course this would cost money. It always did.]

[precedented]

You haven't paid me yet.

[ He shrugs, nonchalant. ] As for women in your life, they tend to come and go. Or is it that you tend to come and go?

[cajunspice]

[Oh, he was the type to take things a bit too literal? Ah well. Remy offered a shrug to the question, not hiding that smile.] Well we do get bounced between a bunch of planets without much say on it. [It wasn't a real answer to the question, but enough of one that Remy was going to give at the moment.

Fishing in his pocket for some of the local credits, he dropped several onto Leto's table.] Go on then, what does my future hold?

[precedented]

[ He makes no move to take the money. ]

Which part of your future you'd like to focus on?

[cajunspice]

Ahh, lets see. [What to ask?] How 'bout... how's this stop goin' to treat me? Lady luck goin' to be on my side? [Then again, when wasn't she?] Both at the table 'nd in general.

[precedented]

Skill is on your side. You might fare well but it will do little for the spirit. Make the most of it for now.