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

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha is inclined to do just that, enjoying the sensation and letting the kiss lead where it will.

At least for the moment.]

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ That suits her, though Cara isn't one to dwell on foreplay. So she'll break the kiss, leaning back and eyeing Natasha speculatively. ]

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha responds with a smirk.]

Should we take this somewhere more private?

[revengeofthemordsith]

Lead the way.

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha stands up, pushing away from the bar. One hand brushes Cara's wrist, not trying to take her hand, just stealing the touch.]

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ That kind of contact surprises Cara, enough for her expression to flicker before slipping into something more neutral. ]

[outstandingbalance]

[Look, some of us like foreplay.]

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ She lacks the patience for that. ]

[outstandingbalance]

[Luckily, it won't take too long to get somewhere less public.

Just how much less... depends.]

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ Cara is easy. She doesn't look for much and she's only interested in immediate gains. ]

[outstandingbalance]

[In that case, privacy might not be much to look at. The red shift district can surely accommodate them.

Once they're inside, Natasha puts her back against the wall and looks up at Cara, offer clear.]

[revengeofthemordsith]

Playing coy?

[ She smirks, amused. ] Really?

[outstandingbalance]

If that's what you want to call it.

[revengeofthemordsith]

[ She comes closer and replies in a drawl. ]

What would you call it then?

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha's hand goes to her zipper, pulling it down pointedly. She wears a tank top under the jacket, nothing fancy or risque, but the point is clear.]

Waiting?

[revengeofthemordsith]

Must be hard in your line of work.

[ She trails her hands down, teasing. ]

All that . . . waiting.

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha raises her chin and her brows, humor in her voice.]

I don't have much time for waiting in my line of work. But I'm not working now.

[revengeofthemordsith]

Is that so? Do you ever work here?

[outstandingbalance]

That depends what you consider working.

[revengeofthemordsith]

Work is work. How else would you classify it?

[outstandingbalance]

Some work you do because you enjoy the work. Other times, you're just doing the job.

[revengeofthemordsith]

I wouldn't know.

[ She answers with a hum, peeling away the clothes. For Cara, there is no job. She is a Mord'Sith. She is made to serve. ]

[outstandingbalance]

That mean you're working here?

[One arm brow rises in question as she rolls her shoulder out of her clothes.]

[revengeofthemordsith]

Working to relieve stress does fit.

[outstandingbalance]

Well. That was more or less the idea.