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

[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. ]

[beathach]

[he laughs and shifts a little bit so they're both more comfortable, wrapping his arms around her]

It's not bad, no.

[athru]

[ Much better, she thinks, and leans in as she closes her eyes. ]

As good as the bed on the ship?

[beathach]

[he hums a little thoughtfully]

Mm . . . no, I like the bed on the ship more. It's ours.

[athru]

[ That makes her smile. ]

We're going to have to go shopping when we get home.

[beathach]

—shopping? For what?

[athru]

A new bed. For the mansion.

[beathach]

Oh - oh. [why didn't he think of that. He laughs a little] I don't know, my bed back home is really comfortable.

[athru]

[ She leans up, lips curling into a smile. ]

You'll have to show me.

[beathach]

Maybe I will. You know where my room is.

[athru]

I'll have to abandon mine. How tragic.

[beathach]

Incredibly. I hope you won't mind a room with a smaller closet, too.

[athru]

I'm sure I'll learn to manage somehow.

[beathach]

Then it should work out. Probably.

[he says, as if they've never shared a room before]

[athru]

It's better than a shrine.

[ Look at her nose wrinkle. ]