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

[twicewed]

"It's alright, I will see it for you and show you in little bits," Finwe said, glad that Maglor is willing to trust him enough still to curl up with him. "Rest now though."

[bythewaves]

"I'm on shift." Maglor objects. "I need to look after the children."

He's not actually getting up though.

[twicewed]

"Later. Let your grandpa take over," he assured him. He had handled far more energetic elfings, he could mind some human children for a bit easily enough.

[bythewaves]

"You're sure?" Maglor looks up at him. "You do not have to be anywhere?"

[twicewed]

"Maitimo and Finno are spending time together so I have all the time," Finwe said with a smile. It was a good thing he had more than one grandson to keep him busy since he knew he couldn't always hover over them.

[bythewaves]

Maglor huffs and then nods, relaxing.

"If you're sure. Would you... sing for me?"

[twicewed]

"How about a lullaby I sang to you when you were a baby?" Finwe often liked to make up songs for his grandsons when they were little, even Maglor who was more musically talented than himself.

[bythewaves]

"I would like that." Maglor says shyly. "I missed your songs."

[twicewed]

"I've missed singing them to you." And so he sang softly, pulling Maglor close to him as he did when his grandson was an elfling. And for a bit, it was as if nothing had had happened, that they were back in Tirion, at peace

end here?

[bythewaves]

Maglor hums softly, harmonising with him, even as his eyes glaze and he slips into elven dreams.