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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[survivalistcookbook]

[Eugene looks up automatically at the movement, unsure why Stefan's looking down at first. Is he . . . bashful? Is that it? It can't be; it doesn't fit. Stefan is the kind of Earnestly Good Guy who has to have friends by the boatload, among them people who are a lot more worth getting flustered over.]

Yeah.

[There's still an itchy corner of his mind that squirms at the thought of the concept of 'friends,' when even light-years away he's still in a place where anyone could be gone tomorrow. But that's what they are - almost indisputably, if they're to the Sharing Deep Dark Secrets phase.]

I wish you'd told me. [He tries at a sip of tea, hissing when it burns his tongue. His voice is still wavering with shivers, but he can mostly hold the shape of his words together, now.] Every time I manage to get real meat I've just been running the extra blood down the drain.

[stefanged]

[His laugh is an incredibly amused one - most people wouldn't think to follow up on "I'm a vampire" with "I could've given you blood." Then again, most people weren't Eugene. Stefan's always, always admired how with Eugene, food is life and life is food. Within their limited confines, he manages to make the impossible very possible.]

Well, that's what you're supposed to do with blood. [He's still laughing, hang on. It'll take him a few more seconds to compose himself.] I can't blame you for doing the right thing. I'm perfectly capable of hunting my own - I mean, that's what I was doing back there.

[He doesn't like to think about his hunts, about how necessary they are; it's a lot better to frame them in terms of how much meat he'd acquire and how happy his crew would look when he walked back in with deer or zebra or once, half a T-Rex.

Food is life, and life is food, and Stefan wanted to pretend for just a little longer, that he was part of that giant chain.]

[survivalistcookbook]

You get the whole package, huh? Super strength and super speed and . . . you know. General superness?

[He's usually more eloquent, and when he isn't? It's usually for comedic effect r because he's dead tired. Right now? It's both. He's exhausted, but the tiny part of him that isn't is so gratified to hear Stefan laugh that he'll do the bit he can to nudge him toward another one. Albeit considerately.]

Though- um. If you don't want to talk about the vampire stuff. That's okay too.

[stefanged]

Now you're just flattering me. [He snorts at the idea of him being like Superman. Get out of here – he can't help people, only feed on them and make them feel weak. Undead creatures of the night can't be heroes. This, he has known from day one.] But uh, kind of.

I get super senses, immortality, and a healing factor. The downside is that I'm always terrified of fire and super sharp pencils. And I guess vampire hunters, because we've had those for a while too.

[He doesn't mention compulsion or daylight rings; neither have been relevant on the Fleet.]