driftfleet | You can check out anytime you'd like.. [Hotel Corona Mingle]

You can check out anytime you'd like.. [Hotel Corona Mingle]

Who: The Fleet!
Broadcast: If you want
Action: Hotel Corona or Planet Ikke
When: December 7th onward

a wheel-shaped space station

[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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[She looks confused for a moment as he speaks of Jeyne again. Didn't he bring her up earlier?] You're talking about her as if she's here.

(OOC: I missed having her respond to that point when he brought it up before and it looks like they didn't talk about it when he woke up, so I think this is the first time.)

She is here. She appeared next to me when I woke from my sleep.

[He smiles broadly, obviously happy to have his lady wife next to him again.]

[OOC: fine with me!]

Robb... That's incredible! [She smiles brightly, leaving the tenseness of the conversation behind in an instint.] I'd hug you congratulations, but you have a giant dead thing on your back. So... Congratulations! I'm so happy for you!

[Robb smiles and nods.]

It was a pleasant thing to wake up to. [But it makes him feel restless and wary as well. One day he would have to say goodbye. This was not forever.] Thank you. I am quite happy as well.

[It is their second chance on happiness.

Once he has the animal fully on his back and is able to walk properly he turns to look at Kitty.]

Do you know if...if you can get with child here? I mean...women. If they are allowed to carry a child.

Oh, wow. [Crash the mood again, why don't you?] I, um, I've never heard of it happening. I still take precautions against it. [It never happened in the prison, but as it turns out they were in a virtual reality. She wants children. Not yet, but someday. And she doesn't think that "someday" is in the cards for her.]

So it is not safe to do so? [It is logic, really. He does not think of the lords of Atroma as overly nice people.] I have been thinking for a while. [He pauses to adjust the creature on his back.] ...Lady Riona has told me that I have the time to do the things I have always wanted.

And what I want is to hold my son. [Because medieval people of high birth care more about having sons than daughters.] I want to know how it feels...how he looks.

Robb... Come on, you can't make me cry on a frozen planet. My eyes would get frozen shut and then where would we be? [Because seriously, two people who were destined to die talking about how they want children and this reality show in space could be their only chance.]

Does it feel safe? We could be sent away at anytime. What if you woke up one day and the baby was just gone? Or a pregnant Jeyne was gone or they lost you in an instant without even knowing there was danger? [It's not like going off to battle. It's just this looming threat always that you have to put out of your mind if you want to keep going.]

I would hate to let that happen. [He tries to make his voice sound light.] It would be quite embarrassing.

[He nods to all her suggestions. It does not feel safe and everything here was just temporarily. But every time he asks himself what he wants it comes down to holding his son. His child. His heir.]

It does not. For all those reasons you mention. [He cannot shrug carrying such a large carcass.] I should let it go. [It has never been about what he wants. Not even when he can act the way he wants and be who he wants to be.] Idle dreams.

I wish it wasn't this way. [There is something heavy to the way she says it. She's not just saddened for him—though she does feel for him—she also wants this for herself.]

[She sighs.] I can't even hug you right now with you like that. [Waves at the dead shark.] Come on, you can put in my shuttle and I can haul it wherever you need.

[Robb sighs deeply.] I think we are not in a position to wish for anything. [While he knows that he should dismiss the thoughts about a child, about his heir, the need only becomes bigger, a strong voice that makes itself known.]

You can hug me but I cannot hug you back, alas. Not enough hands.

[After a nod they make way to her shuttle. It would be good to have his hands free again because, to be fair, the creature is heavy.]

We could share the coin... [He nods at the landshark.] ...and buy some red at an inn. Or the hotel. I promise I will not glance at your bosom.

[She nods slowly—thoughtfully. But she tries to keep her words light. Seriously, it would suck to cry on this planet.]

I make it a point never to hug anyone carrying a carcass. [It's entirely possible this has come up before. But it isn't long before the landshark is secured on a tarp in the shuttle. She's starting the ship up, taking extra measures for a cold departure when she glances over at him for that suggestion.] I'm wearing like fifteen layers of clothing right now. I'd be more impressed if you could. [It's more like three, but they are heavy layers for the conditions.]

[Robb chuckles.]

That would be a smelly and messy business. And there are always better moments to embrace one another.

[After they’ve secured the landshark he moves to sit next to Kitty in the shuttle.]

That may be, but I still will not stare at your bosom. [He smiles softly.] It is colder up here than it has been in the North when I left. And that stands for something. We can use something to warm us up.

[It's a little weird that he keeps referencing her bosom even to say he won't be doing anything with it, but then she also plays along rather trying to curtail it. On the plus side, he's not calling them teats.] No disagreement there. I bet they have some warm beverages here. We can probably find someone to sell it to and score a mug. Not to mention going back to the hotel where everything is cozy.

[Robb seems to perk up a little when she mentions the hotel. A modern word for a large inn, I should not forget. It was where his wife was and a bed. And all the time they needed to make up for what has been lost.]

I am sure we can. I believe they are quite fond of these creatures. Especially when they are dead. [He leans back in the chair and relaxes a little.] We drink a little to celebrate our catch and then go home. I am sure we both have someone waiting for us.

[The smile on his face becomes a little bit more mischievous. Mostly because he is thinking of how naked Jeyne can be at moments like this.]

[And we fade to black on those thoughts and that plan! She is definitely not asking what's behind that smile.]

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