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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[winn]

[ she can give them! as long as he gets a copy.

he gives her hand another little squeeze. ]

We know each other better now.

[passingthrough]

[She squeezes back in return.] We do.

You know there's no one else I'd rather hold hands with while eating a burger, right?

[winn]

But there's someone you'd rather hold hands with while eating pizza?

[ quirking a brow, but he's smiling. he had to go for the joke, come on. ]

[passingthrough]

[Of course he did. Only makes her love him more.] Nope. Maybe mac and cheese. [Kiss.]

[winn]

[ kiss! ]

Oh...you're gonna take that back when we get supplies. I may not know how to cook a lot of things but I make a mean mac and cheese.

[passingthrough]

Now you're just trying to turn me on. [Smirking.] It's working.

[winn]

I have to try?

[passingthrough]

Does it seem like you have to try?

[winn]

Nope.

[ smuggest of grins (but they both know he'll keep trying anyway) as he leans in for another kiss --

and then grab himself a sandwich. ]

[passingthrough]

Then you've figured me out. All neglect from here I bet. [She doesn't bet that at all. He's the overachiever here and that is something considering who he is up against.]

[winn]

What're we betting?

[ because he will win the hell out of that bet. which will result in both of them winning, so. ]

[passingthrough]

What do you want? [Has to be something good since she knows she'll "lose."]

[winn]

You and me - duet - next karaoke night.

[ instantly. ]

[passingthrough]

You want to win a punishment for a room full of people? [Kiss.] Deal. [If only because he asked so quickly so it must be something he actually wants.

[winn]

[ look, dueting with cisco is fun and all, but song choices are pretty limited.

he puts the sandwich down and kisses her properly. ]

I'm a great friend that way.

[ he's thinking more of the collective groaning they'll get for being the cutesy couple that sings together regardless of song choice - not any problem with her voice. he loves it when she sings to him. ]

[passingthrough]

[She would do this for him at this point without a bet but she knows she'll lose. In fact it takes her a moment to remember the other part of how bets work.] What do I get if I win? I mean, other than a neglectful boyfriend of course.

[winn]

You're not gonna but sure, let's play. What d'you want?

[ he nuzzles her, oh yeah, neglectful already. ]

[passingthrough]

Mmm, a less neglectful boyfriend? Or maybe ice cream. I'm easy.

[winn]

Just to clarify - when I give you ice cream, it's me being attentive, not admitting defeat.

[passingthrough]

[Kissing.] I have no belief in my ability to win this one. Hard to be sad about it.

[winn]

[ he smiles. ]

So what d'you wanna sing?

[passingthrough]

It's your prize. Did you have anything in mind?

[winn]

A lot of options. We could go with like, a Disney classic, or maybe go for something totally unexpected...[ if he only gets one he has to think this through!! so he's looking like he's thinking this over very seriously. ] We could do KISS... [ because he knows she likes them, even if they're not proper duets. ]

[passingthrough]

Well, I was made for loving you, baby. Unless you're saying you just want to get on stage and make out. Kinky. [Kissing.]

[winn]

I'm not sure if that'd count as unexpected or predictable...

[ kissing. ]

You're not getting out of singing that easy.