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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[athru]

[ She scoffs. ]

Hank.

[beathach]

[look at this innocent face]

Raven.

[athru]

[ She can't help rolling her eyes, leaning up to grab him for a quick kiss. ]

Let's go make sure the bed isn't made of glass or some kind of exploding material.

[beathach]

[he laughs into the kiss]

I'm sure it's a perfectly normal bed.

[athru]

It's a lab. Shouldn't we test that theory?

[ She smirks. Yes, she did that. ]

[beathach]

[oh my god. He leans back to stare at her, trying not to laugh]

I suppose we should. What sort of testing did you have in mind?

[he's going to try to go there. HE'S TRYING . . .]

[athru]

[ All she can do is raise her eyebrows. ]

You're the scientist here.

[beathach]

If we're both testing theories, then we're both scientists.

[athru]

I don't think it counts when you're the professional.

[beathach]

It counts. I say so, being the professional here.

[athru]

Does that mean I get to wear a lab coat?

[beathach]

[there's a pause where he pictures it.

...]

If you want to.

[athru]

[ Leaning close, her arms settle around Hank properly, drawing him against her as she tilts her head up. ]

Just a lab coat?

[beathach]

[oh my god. The tips of his ears go bright red almost immediately]

I . . . if you want to?

[smooth]

[athru]

[ Raven can't help her laughter, leaning up to kiss him gently. ]

That depends on if you'd take it off me.

[beathach]

[don't laugh at him!! Now he's all flustered look at what you've done]

Er - yes? I mean - if you wanted me to?

[Hank you have answered the same thing in varying forms three times now]

[athru]

[ All it does is make Raven laugh, because she expected nothing different from Hank. All she does is kiss him. ]

I do want you to, one day.

[beathach]

[noooooo he kisses her back, huffing a little bit]

Now you're just trying to get me to fluster more.

[athru]

[ Laughing, she grins, kissing his jawline. ]

Maybe. Maybe I'm just being honest.

[beathach]

Maybe it's both. [he tilts his head to brush his lips against her temple] No - it's definitely both.

[athru]

[ She grins, leaning back to tug at his arms. ]

Lie in the science bed with me.

[beathach]

[he bursts out laughing, going with the tug]

Yes ma'am.

[athru]

That's more like it.

[ She goes over to the bed and settles down, stretching out with a happy noise. ]

It's not too bad.

[beathach]

[he stretches out next to her, and after a moment kicks off his shoes with a grin]

For a science bed, it feels suspiciously like a normal bed.

[athru]

It's almost comfortable.

[ Almost, but not as comfortable as Hank, and she shuffles over to drape herself against his body. ]