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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Comments

[winn]

Gutter brain.

[ shaking his head at her (not that he's opposed to the notion) he nuzzles his slobber-filled face against her. ]

[passingthrough]

How would you know it was me otherwise? [Giggling at the slobber nuzzles, but there's no phasing or backing away.]

[winn]

You're right, you have absolutely zero other recognizable features.

[ oh, he loves the giggles :> ]

[passingthrough]

[She feels so much lighter than usual.]

I'm glad we agree. Okay, let's get that icecapades-themed room you always wanted. [She is having lots of fun making up room themes. It's becoming a bit.]

[winn]

[ and he's just gonna roll with all of them. ]

It better have a killer heating system.

[ cuz with his poor nutrition and sleeping habits, he's basically freezing all the time. ]

[passingthrough]

For you? The very best. [And she very much hopes he gets some sleep and food while they are here. She will do what she can to help even if it means exhausting him every night!] I guess we could always do a desert thing. A cactus bed sounds comfy. [Gently tugging him along.]

[winn]

[ it's the truly selfless thing to do!

he laughs and comes along ]

You take the cactus bed, I'll take the dune.

[passingthrough]

Nooooo. [Playful.] I sleep where you sleep. [Looking at him fondly.]

[winn]

Aww. [ kiss ] You loooove me~ [ in an obnoxious sing-song voice ]

[passingthrough]

Who me? [Kissing back.] Only very, very, very, very, very, six more verys much.

[winn]

Only six more? I need to up my game -

[passingthrough]

I want to see this magical game upping. How is it even possible? [Reckless nuzzling. Do you see how much love and silliness you bring out in this woman, Winn Schott?] You'll strain something.

[winn]

I warmed up.

[ he sees it, he feels it, he loves it. he kisses the top of her head. ]

Are you turning into an actual cat?

[passingthrough]

If I am does that mean you get paid to take care of me? That could have some serious implications on our relationship.

[winn]

Let's not go there.

[ it's too close to what they actually paid for in their relationship and that is just disturbing. ]

[passingthrough]

[She's not thinking of the real implications at the moment. She just kisses him again.] Maybe tonight should be the surprise night. [No, he doesn't know anything about a surprise.]

[winn]

Surprise night? [ lightly tilting his head and looking at her curiously. ]

[passingthrough]

I thought of a theme room you might like. I'll set it up.

[winn]

Do I get a hint?

[passingthrough]

Yes. Your hint is that you have the best girlfriend. [She kisses him again.] Give me five minutes and then we're walking into our new place for the night.

[winn]

Okay -- am I waiting here?

[passingthrough]

You look pretty good here. You look pretty good in other places too though. Gentleman's choice. I'll find you either way. [Kissing.]

[winn]

[ he lingers on the kiss for a moment. ]

Okay go get the key - [ wiping his face on his sleeve ] I'm getting drool in my eyes - [ laughing, he seriously needs a shower. ]

[passingthrough]

Ewwww. [She doesn't actually look even remotely disgusted.] I'll be back before you miss me, hot stuff. [Pulling back.]

[winn]

Unlikely.