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

[exothermia]

[Erik huffs sharply through his nose, irritated once more at the glitches and manipulations the Fleet unleashes on people.]

I hadn't seen her for a while before that. So it's not really progressed far.

[axiomed]

Give it time. These never last long.

[exothermia]

It doesn't make them any less concerning.

[axiomed]

No, it does not.

[ But if Charles has learned anything lately, it's that such things must be weathered, not fought over. ]

But her brother is here with her. She'll be fine.

[exothermia]

Yes.

[That is the hope, at least. Erik takes another pawn, surveying the board.]

Check.

[axiomed]

Not bad.

[exothermia]

Are you giving up so soon?

[axiomed]

Hardly. I was merely complimenting you.

[ He moves his knight, taking the rook. ]

[exothermia]

[He smirks, and concentrates on the game for a while, as they check and counter-check each other.]

[axiomed]

Checkmate.

[exothermia]

[Erik leans back, lacing his fingers together.]

So it is. Well done.

[axiomed]

Thank you.

It was a good game.

[exothermia]

Mm. I enjoyed it.

[axiomed]

. . . I'm glad.

[ It surprises him, but the surprise melts away. ]

[exothermia]

[Despite the heavier things they have talked about today - or perhaps because of them - he had relaxed into the game, and the company. It was a curious mix of old and new.

Erik reaches over again to start packing up the pieces.]

[axiomed]

Ah, thank you. I'll take it back to my room.

[exothermia]

Of course. [He closes the board back up once everything is in order.]

[axiomed]

[ Charles collects it from Erik as he moves his chair to leave. ]

[exothermia]

[Erik gets to his feet as well, to open the door for him.]

Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow?

[axiomed]

[ He smiles. ]

Of course.