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

[huaaaaagh]

For me, it was at least an eleven and a half.

[Do not get the roulette. Do noooooot.]

[robitussin]

Oh, now I definitely need details.

[So she can tease him about it forever.]

[huaaaaagh]

[There was probably no escaping this...]

Okay, well- have you ever been to, like, those Santa displays at malls during the Christmas season, over-decorated and sickeningly cute, with music and little singing toys...

[robitussin]

Oh my god.

[this is the best day of her life]

Do they, like, sing you carols as you fall asleep? Because I'm just picturing this tiny choir of small obnoxious elves shrieking that they wish you a merry Christmas every time you come to your room.

[huaaaaagh]

I haven't fallen asleep there yet- they sing constantly. I spent the night in Stefan's room, instead.

[robitussin]

What, having troubles letting their dulcet tones singing you to sleep?

[huaaaaagh]

Yep. I'm a Scrooge, I don't like Christmas.

[Which admittedly goes deeper than this, but no one wants to hear this shit at a mini-golf course, seriously.]

[robitussin]

So someone should definitely go all Christmas Carol on you. Got it.

[huaaaaagh]

I would really appreciate if nobody did that.

[robitussin]

Hey, you're the one who brought up Scrooge, I'm just bringing the analogy to it's logical conclusion.

[huaaaaagh]

[He sighs.]

Sorry, sorry, I know. I just get kind of touchy about Christmas.

[robitussin]

Do you have a personal vendetta against Santa or something?

[huaaaaagh]

Well, I did fight a murderous version of him in a game one time.

[robitussin]

...Do I want to know?

[huaaaaagh]

Ah... there was a boss in the virtual world I was in during Christmas one year, modeled after Saint Nick. It was a special event fight- that was the only day anyone could fight him.

[robitussin]

So... You had to beat up Santa and now you have Christmas related trauma? Am I understanding this correctly?

[huaaaaagh]

That's not--

[He cuts himself off, since he's getting a little too touchy, and shakes his head with a quiet huff.]

Look, that isn't why, but I don't want to talk about it. The fight just made for a better story.

[robitussin]

[A pause, and then a nod.]

Okay, backing off. Got it.

[huaaaaagh]

Yeah. Sorry.

[At least he has the decency to sound apologetic.]

...So, game on?