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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[child_of_bhaal]

"Depends on the gentleman." She's attempting coy flirtation, but she's not quite pulling off the first part, since she keeps blushing.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He can barely control his smile. "Oh, let's just... I don't know... randomly say it's me. What would you say?"

[child_of_bhaal]

"I would say yes, of course." There goes coy. She's no good at it anyway.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He brings her hand up to his mouth, pressing his lips gently against the top of her hand.

He grins at her. "What about if a gentleman kissed a lady on the cheek? Is that permissible?"

[child_of_bhaal]

It's just a kiss on her hand, but it sends a heat through her. She can't stop smiling, but her cheeks are absolutely flushed.

"Yes, but you're awfully far away for such a thing."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"We'll make short order of that," he says, standing up only to kneel down beside her. He's making a loon of himself in a restaurant, but he doesn't care. "Are you sure that kiss is still okay?" he asks, his brown eyes warm with amusement.

[child_of_bhaal]

If anyone is paying attention, she's certainly not noticed. Nor does she's really care. She's too busy smiling like a fool and adoring him for such a romantic gesture.

"I'm sure, but it can only be one. For decorum's sake."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"I'd better make it worth it, then," he says, pretending to look worried. He leans forward, his eyes slipping shut as he presses his lips to her cheek. It's a tender, sweet kiss. He pulls away, smiling brightly.

"I should probably get up, huh?"

[child_of_bhaal]

Maybe it's the drastic differences in culture, but the way he kisses her cheek makes her feel warm and cherished. He's making an effort to put so much into just that slight affection, and it's being received.

She turns her head, eyes bright and cheeks pink. They must look the pair of fools, but she can't possibly care. "Probably. Unless you'd like to skip dinner."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He runs his thumb over her cheek, smiling. "I would skip it in a heartbeat if you're serious."

She can pass this off as teasing. But his eyes are serious, his voice quiet.

[child_of_bhaal]

The problem is, she can tell he's serious. Her cheek is warm in his hand.

"What about the food?" Her voice is soft, a little shy. They did already order, but...

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

"I'm sure they'll let us take them to go," he says, looking around to see if he can find their waiter. Once he spots him, he clasps both hands around one of Syeira's, his eyes bright and on hers.

"What do you say?"

[child_of_bhaal]

She nods, a little floored by the turn of events.

"Yeah, okay."

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He gives her a boyish grin and leans forward to press a kiss to her forehead. And then he walks (as calmly as possible) over to the waiter, waiting until he's free and then conversing with him.

The waiter leads him away toward the kitchen, and it takes a bit while he gets the food boxed and pays. Arthur's heart is beating fast, and he can't help but smile as he reaches the table with two boxes, one stacked on top of the other.

"He was really nice about it."

[child_of_bhaal]

She didn't know what to do with herself while he was gone. She straightened the silverware, ran a hand over her perpetually wild hair (not that Arthur minds it's untamed nature).

With him back, she stands, almost a little too quickly. She's excited and nervous, smiling and giddy. "Good! Good. Ah, should we...?"

Go.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

His smile turns even brighter, and he's feeling a little breathless, at her beauty, her excitement, her everything. He nods, shoving the boxes over to his right arm so he can hold her hand again with the left, squeezing it.

"Let's."

And then they're walking back. They're really doing this. He searches for something to talk about. He's never had to before with her, but he'd never been so nervous that he could barely think.

"Shouldn't be a long walk." Well, that's stupid to say. She knows that.

[child_of_bhaal]

She starts laughing then. She's nervous and excited and tense, and the laughter just bubbles out of her.

"The longest walk off my life." She squeezes his hand, her smile so wide it's starting to hurt her face. She turns into him, wraps her hand around his tie and smooches him on the lips. Because she can.

[dontthinkaboutelephants]

He laughs with her, nodding in agreement to her statement.

When she grabs a hold of his tie and kisses him, he absolutely melts, kissing her back eagerly. He is so in love, it's ridiculous. When they pull away, he smiles softly, keeping his eyes on her as much as he can as they walk. Maybe they don't need to talk. Their expressions are saying everything.

[child_of_bhaal]

No, there's no need to talk. What's to be said anyway, while they are rushing in jittery eagerness?

They can't get back to their room fast enough for her, and yet what she said is true; it's the longest walk of her life. She's thinking too much by the time they're finally in the privacy of they're room. She stands in the middle of their small, over packed space, biting her lower lip.

Now what? She has no idea.