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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[willynilly]

[Ochako is about to apologize to the man - because really, his anger is totally within reason, considering how intimidating the dog(s??) are - but then she notices the sword and stops short, lurching backwards and pulling back on the leash to halt, or at least slow the animal down.]

Sorry! I'm sorry! He won't hurt you, he's just nervous, I promise!

[witheringlotus]

[Kanda doesn't draw his sword, thankfully, but he's still completely staring the dog down. Maybe if he continues to do it, the dog will back off? He's pretty terrifying...]

Nervous? It's a demon, not a dog!

[Actually, it's both.]

[willynilly]

He's a dog! He's just an alien dog, that's all!

[Oh dear, if this guy thinks he's a demon, she really can't let him get too close. With a sudden forward lurch she gets the leash around her wrist, then taps her fingertips together and sets one hand down on the dog's back. Almost immediately the dog starts to float off of the ground, which serves to stop him from pulling, and also stop the growling, because he's instantly and utterly baffled as to where the ground went.]

Whew! There we go... easy, puppy, you're okay. Um- are you okay, mister?

[The dog begins to rotate in mid-air, paws flailing.]

[witheringlotus]

[Kanda doesn't make any offensive moves, since the girl is really very apologetic and the dog hasn't actually attacked him yet. But if there is a fireball anywhere near his vicinity? Things might get... heated.

ba dumm pssh

He's about as dumbfounded as the dog when it comes to sudden gravity loss, so it takes him a moment to respond. He's definitely seen weirder, so he gets his wits about him eventually.]

... Tch. Like I'd allow something like that to hurt me.

[Typical tough guy, as you can see.]

You can make things fly?

[willynilly]

Mmm, kind of? My power's Zero Gravity. I can turn off the field of gravity around whatever I touch.

[She ducks around the dog's kicking leg and sets him right-side up again, giving the leash a tug so it starts to float him in the proper direction again rather than allowing herself to be dragged. She isn't the least bit bothered by his tone; Bakugou's about the same level of attitude shift, so she's used to it, anyway.]

[witheringlotus]

[He's definitely filing that away for later. As someone who breaks physics on a regular basis, he likes being able to decide where he's going.]

How did you end up with a power like that?

[willynilly]

"End up with"...? It's something I was born with. I first found out I could do it when I was about three.

[The dog starts whining, his aggression taking a backburner to his sudden fear, so she starts gently petting his three heads. There there, puppy, it's okay.]

Most people get their powers by age four where I'm from.

[witheringlotus]

[He is imagining a little kid floating and bumping into ceilings. He imagines it's kind of like when he threw Alma through a wall that one time.

Little kids with powers, man.]

That's pretty young. [He's trying to figure out if he feels bad for the hellhound or not. It... is behaving like a normal dog now, so he's not sure.] So that's normal where you're from? You're not chosen or anything?

[willynilly]

Chosen? Chosen by what?

[She giggles. Sounds like something out of a fantasy novel.]

It was like a... evolution, or mutation or something? It just happened suddenly a few generations ago, and suddenly it happened more and more all over. These days it's more unusual to not have powers than to have them.

[witheringlotus]

[He pauses. In the Order, they say Exorcists are chosen by God, but Kanda doesn't really subscribe to that. Innocence is a force of its own, and anything like that-- that man made of pure Innocence-- sure as hell isn't straight from God.

If it is then fuck God, tbh.]

Weapons like mine choose their wielders. Some of them grant special powers, like yours.

[See he's trying. Even if he's not being specific about it.]

Normal people live their lives not really knowing what goes on... The incidents that they do see are rarely believed.

[willynilly]

Ohhh. Yeah, I can see the confusion, then. It sounds kind of like how my world used to be- with the powers being hard to believe at first, I mean. Once it became more widespread it got harder to deny.

[She tilts her head to one side, trying to get a better look at his weapon.]

So it isn't just a normal sword, then?

[witheringlotus]

[He's not sure what life would be like if everyone had Innocence. That's not really an option with the way things are now.]

No, Mugen is a holy weapon. [He keeps his sword wrapped up, so it's no wonder she can't get a good look at it. He pops it out of the scabbard with his thumb. The blade is a beautiful red-black, and the handle is wrapped with a scarlet ribbon that dangles down. Judging by the red bracelet on his wrist and the ribbon in his hair, he has a Certain Kind of Aesthetic.

lesbians wear carabiners, bisexual men wear beads]

That's probably what had the dog freaked out.

[willynilly]

I really don't think he's a demon dog, though.

[Unless normal dogs can sense that sort of thing; if that's the case, the point is moot. It's not like she's a dog expert, who the heck even knows.]

[witheringlotus]

[He looks at the dog, then back at her.]

... It has three heads.

[willynilly]

Like I said, he's an alien dog. Some aliens have more than one head!

[Don't be racist against polycephalics, Kanda.]

[witheringlotus]

[... yeah, well. He doesn't have a comeback for that, so he'll just hmmph like the lineface he is.]

Make sure it doesn't cause any trouble.

[He turns to leave.]

[willynilly]

Ah... o-okay! Thanks for your help!

[He didn't help at all...

...wait who was that]