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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[dancingmd]

[If there was any question as to how comfortable she feels around him, it's certainly answered now as she clambers over his legs - very carefully, of course, she doesn't want to do anything that might hurt him - to look through the telescope again. It's all so amazing, better than she ever imagined, spending almost all of her short life on only one planet. Of course, the most amazing of all is knowing that she'll get to see all sorts of places like this when she's grown up.

Alas, all too soon the lens falls dark again and she turns to give him a pleading look.]

[axiomed]

[ He chuckles, feeding the meter. ]

Go on, love. Take as many looks as you need.

[dancingmd]

Thank you!

[Poor Charles will end up going through a few coins, both for this telescope and others. Her curiosity seems to be insatiable as she darts excitedly from exhibit to exhibit, always turning around to make sure he's coming, to make sure he sees too. She asks plenty of questions, while sharing what she knows too. Inevitably, though, she'll tire herself out and she starts to slow down and at one point as they stand next to a salt statue, she lets out a big yawn.]

[axiomed]

[ Charles, to his credit, never seems to slow down or be bothered. In fact, he seems to bask in it, the quiet fervent attention of a child. It's been a long time and his students are a lot older, a lot more grounded. ]

I think it's time you retired to your rooms. The exhibits will be here tomorrow if you want to come back.

[dancingmd]

I'm not... [She stifles another yawn, stubborn as always.] sleepy!

[Except you very much are, Beverly, and what's more, it's suddenly hitting her how very far away her room is and how long it'll take to get there.]

[axiomed]

You can climb onto the chair. There's plenty of space.

[ He highly doubts she'll make it to her room easily. ]

[dancingmd]

[For a moment, she looks doubtful. It seems rude somehow, but she's certain he would not lie to her so she nods and climbs up into his lap. She thinks about her father, how he used to carry her on his shoulders and sit her on his lap to read to her before bed. Sad now, as well as tired, she rests her head on Charles' shoulder.]

I miss Dad.

[axiomed]

[ His fingers lightly brush against her hair. If it was Jean, he'd say more, do more. ]

I know.

[dancingmd]

[He's done plenty already for her, more than enough. She lets out a little soft sigh before letting her eyes close. Her next words come out as a murmur.]

Promise you'll come back tomorrow?

[axiomed]

I promise.

[ He heads over to her room. Thankfully, the chair is easy to move with its controller. ]

wrap?

[dancingmd]

[By the time he gets to her door, she's fallen fast asleep, but fortunately, she holds her hotel key tight in her little fist so they can still get in.]

sounds good!

[axiomed]

[ He quietly opens the door, wincing at the faint creak before moving his chair towards the bed. There, he deposits her and pulls the blankets over her body. With a smile, he makes sure everything's all right before turning the light off and leaving the room. ]