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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[winn]

[ it's the honest truth! ]

It means move your butt, old man.

[beathach]

I'm going as fast as this thing will let me!

[how dare you call him an old man!!]

[winn]

[ he always dares, old man! what are you gonna do about it :D ]

You know who blames the machine? [ accessing the speed limiting paneling and accelerating even more ] People who don't know what they're doing!

[beathach]

I already told you I didn't know what I was doing - [oh you're in for it now, how do you make this thing go faster -

Oh there it goes, he's comin' for you Schott]

[winn]

Whatever you need to tell yourself!

[ he's shaking, mccoy. ]

[beathach]

[IGNORING YOU, SIR.

AND HE'S CATCHING UP WHAT NOW]

[winn]

[ NOW WE'RE HAVING FUN!

win or lose, all winn really cares about is loosening hank up and having some fun with one of his best bros. they should be closing in on that finish line now -- ]

[beathach]

[despite all the fake bickering, Winn has achieved his goal. Hank is enjoying himself far more than he's willing to admit to, even if it looks like he's going to lose]

[winn]

[ winn takes the fake bickering as a sign that his goal has been achieved. the gentleman protests way too much.

he'll throw his hands up and let out a loud WHOOOOOO-HOOOOOO as he crosses the finish line. ]

[beathach]

[Hank comes in a close second, and as soon as he stops he's trying to get his long legs out of the gosh darn car.

. . . it's probably hilarious to watch]

[winn]

What, no rematch?

[ he's just gonna hang out in his car and...yup. he's videoing. ]

[beathach]

[he makes a show of rubbing at one of his knees and fixes Winn with a (fake) look]

Find a bigger one and I'll consider it.

[winn]

Sorry, being a giant's gotta bite you in the ass somewhere.

[ that, and he already looked, that's as big as they come. ]

[beathach]

You say that as if this is the first or even the last time. Also? I'm about eight inches too short to count as a giant, thank you.

[winn]

Judges say? Giant!

[ he pulls himself out of the car with ease, and walks over to hank, offering him a hand. ]

[beathach]

[he gladly takes the hand, using the help to get out of the darn thing with what little grace he can manage]

The judges are biased and also wrong.

[winn]

Sorry, the judges beg to differ.

[beathach]

Of course they do, they're biased.

[winn]

Doesn't make 'em wrong.