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

[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

[beardstrokes]

My childhood was never - [ He falls silent. The deaths. The losses. He had been thirteen when he held Cerasi's bloody body close to his chest - so close to saving her, never close enough. ]

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor lowers his eyes in understanding ]

I am sorry that things were so bad for you.

[beardstrokes]

Bad is not the right word.

[ And Obi-Wan would never call it that, no matter how terrible it got. ]

I would not say it was much of a childhood at all. But I can't regret where it took me.

[bythewaves]

At the least you have that joy, yes. But it was a hard start, and that is a grievious thing, I think.

[beardstrokes]

There are imperfect joys everywhere. If you know where to look.

[bythewaves]

I do not think I have ever seen perfection. [ Maglor murmurs softly ] Every joy, it seems is tinged with bitterness eventually, although it lessens not it's sweetness.

[beardstrokes]

I was a Jedi before I was a child. I didn't bear that as well as I could, but I learned from it.

As we all do.

[bythewaves]

It is learn or fail, in this life. [ Maglor sighs agreement ]

I could wish it were otherwise, but it is not, and all we are asked to do is the best we can with the hand we have been dealt.

[beardstrokes]

I find that's enough for anyone.

[bythewaves]

The little things, inside the big ones, eh?

[beardstrokes]

That's how I see it.

end here I think? Unless you want them to get attacked by another landshark XD

[bythewaves]

A good way to do so, I think.