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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[exothermia]

[Erik stares at Charles for a long moment, and if it's not quite a glare it's still a bit harsh. It's been six months now since his life was upended, and now Charles wants to talk like it's time to work through things? Even though it's been abundantly clear the whole time that Erik is only barely coping. He had started to find some respite, worked hard for it, only for Charles to fracture it again. Now he wants to find some hope in it.]

Planets, whatever form they come in, don't help with that.

[Which should be obvious. Being here was no more helpful than being in their own world. The location doesn't change what the problem is. Or the solution.]

People do.

[axiomed]

[ Charles doesn't flinch, taking it for what it is. Instead he answers honestly. ]

I'm glad they do.

[exothermia]

[He could say that Charles still has, even if he diminished his own help by his confession. It stings to look back on those moments that Erik had considered steps forward and know Charles might not have thought the same.

He doesn't say it. Erik had said as much earlier; it would do.]

So am I.

[axiomed]

[ His expression softens and he nods quietly. [

[exothermia]

If you're done eating, I think we should go.

[axiomed]

Ah . . . sure.

[ He finishes his wine and silently wonders if he can go to the bar and buy a bottle later. Neatly placing his utensils on his plate, Charles signals for the bill. ]