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

[kingofbadlifechoices]

The room service, yes. [Robb nods.] I wish to order a large cake. And a thick soup. And maybe even a bit of meat. [When he mentions that his stomach starts to rumble]

Let us go. [He reaches out.] Allow me to carry your bow.

[widow_of_the_crag]

[She handed it to him, giving a shy smile.]

You have quite the appetite, but I think we can sate it.

[She linked her arm through his, drawing close to him.]

Could we get a fruit tart as well?

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb chuckles at her words.]

There has never been anything wrong with my appetite.

[He plants a kiss on her cheek.]

Two if you will it. [Slowly he leans a little against her, staying close.]

[widow_of_the_crag]

How you spoil me.

[She leaned close to him as well, eager to spend the rest of the day beside him.]

I love you, Robb. Always and truly.

[ooc: End scene?]