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

[bythewaves]

Out here? Hard and sharp, pure and clear. It is...sleeping. Beneath the ice.

[ Maglor's voice dips and rises, following the echo of a sound that only he hears ]

The ice is strong, but the life here is stronger, finding ways to survive.

[beardstrokes]

[ He nods slowly at that. This planet lacks the haunting mystery of Ilum or the treacherous plains of Hoth, but they all hold something sharp and unique close to their chests.

In a manner of speaking. ]

It's best not to linger in this planet for too long lest we disrupt life here.

[bythewaves]

I think so too. [ Maglor hums softly ]

This world moves to it's own beat, it does not have space for us, the way some of the other worlds do.

[beardstrokes]

It's a feeling we have - we just know.

[ Though as a Jedi, he doesn't belong on any world. ]

[bythewaves]

Mm, like and unlike. [ Maglor nods ]

But I think... I think if you could hear it as I do, I do not think it would be dissimilar.

[beardstrokes]

I guess you could say the Force sings to me as well.

[bythewaves]

And so we are not that dissimilar, I think. [ Maglor smiles back ]

I wonder if we should venture further afield now, since the beast will not return.

[beardstrokes]

It might not be wise. Storms come quickly on planets like these ones and there's no way of predicting them.

[ The Force doesn't lend itself to weather patterns. ]

[bythewaves]

True... [ Maglor looks out over the landscape longingly ]

I do not hear any changes in the weather, but as you say, they can come on very swiftly. I suppose at the least we can return to the village and tell them that one problem, at least, is solved!

[beardstrokes]

You're really keen on traversing the plains, aren't you?

[ He's kind of amused by that. ]

[bythewaves]

I... was always curious. [ Maglor smiles shyly back ]

And this is a world I do not know.

[beardstrokes]

It's not a curiosity I see often. Especially on planets like these ones.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor shrugs wryly ]

My people have always had a reputation - earned! - for occasionally taking curiosity too far. And... well. I have never seen a world like this before.

[beardstrokes]

I wouldn't recommend it.

[ But Obi-Wan knows little when it comes to elves and their endurance. It's not as though they need a cloak and boots. ]

But you would fare better than I would.

[bythewaves]

Maybe for a little while. [ Maglor acknowledges ] I do not feel the cold as you do. But if a storm should come up...

[ A sigh and he turns back to the village with a smile ]

Best I not worry my family, I think.

[beardstrokes]

. . . How's your grandfather?

[bythewaves]

Awake. And very busy. [ Maglor laughs softly ] Fingon woke up as a child. He... was something of a handful, at that age. I think poor grandfather is remembering that now, as he has to chase him here and there.

[beardstrokes]

I can only imagine. Anakin woke up in a similar state.

[bythewaves]

Recently? There seems to be a sudden rash of these. I wonder who will be next.

[beardstrokes]

I imagine it's because things have been relatively "quiet".

[ At least by his standards. ]

[bythewaves]

So the audience is given things to... entertain them. [ Maglor nods slowly ] It makes sense. I suppose we should be grateful the entertainment is so benign.

[beardstrokes]

For varying definitions of benign.

[ Deaging Anakin back to when he was a slave was not something Obi-Wan would ever call "gracious" ]

[bythewaves]

It could always be worse?

[beardstrokes]

[ Wryly. ]

Well, I was in a warzone before coming here.

[bythewaves]

Much less preferable. [ Maglor agrees equally wryly ]

And I would rather a ... glitch? That brings us children again, than one that does more harm