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]

[He looks, perhaps, a little older and more tired than he did before.]

There's a beach of some sort - back that way. [Pointing back the way he came, the spoke is visible off in the distance through the windows.] It's very ... unique.

[robitussin]

Unique how?

[And then, because she has never been and will never be one for tact:]

Whoa, hey, you got old.

[exothermia]

[He stares at her for a moment, before he replies, deadpan:]

I did notice. And by unique I mean the sand is orange, among other things.

[robitussin]

Not, like, old in a bad way.

[Because that makes it better. She shrugs.]

Orange sand is pretty low on the list of weird things I've seen, honestly. Did it seem like an okay beach, apart from the colored sand?

[exothermia]

[On the bright side, she didn't say older. He just sighs.]

I suppose. I haven't been to that many beaches. The closest part was full of people, so it might be all right further out.

[robitussin]

[She tilts her head slightly, both in response to the sigh and what he says.]

Not a big fan of beaches, or did you live too far from the coast before this?

[exothermia]

I can't say I've really visited any for fun. [A pause, before he corrects himself.] Well, once, but that was here.

And you're right; I didn't live near the coast before.

[robitussin]

Well, it sounds like your beach party work is cut out for you, then. Gotta get it while it lasts, and all that.

[exothermia]

Maybe it's quieter at night. [This man is party central, all right.] This is definitely the gaudiest place we've been so far.

[robitussin]

Yeah, gaudy is a good word.

[She shrugs, glancing around at it all again.]

I mean, I'm 95% sure that they're just trying to distract us from the creepy as fuck message we found at the last planet, but even I'm not bitter and petty to be mad that there's somewhere I can finally get new clothes. You know?

[exothermia]

No; you're probably right. [The thought has crossed his mind as well.] But I'm not quite in the mood to think of the meaning of it either. This is much more appealing than the last stop.

[His perspective is a little coloured by the fact he got attacked a couple of times on the last system.]

[robitussin]

Yeah. Even if we think about it real hard, not like there's much else we can do about it, besides.

[Also, the part she's more excited about than anything else, probably:]

And we get real beds. How long has it been since that happened?

[exothermia]

[Erik's sure some other members of the Fleet are thinking about it. He'll leave it to them for now. He has enough to manage without the overarching mysteries.]

At least a few months... I think. [He took a ten-year hiatus in the middle of the Faction worlds, so some things are foggy.] What kind of room did you get?

[robitussin]

I found one that's, like, covered in blankets and pillows. Paradise.

[Heaven is a huge blanketfort.]

What about you, what are you getting?

[exothermia]

I took the budget option.

[And the less said about it, the better.]

The bed is decent.

[robitussin]

Oh, no. What did you get?

[The lack of detail makes it pretty obvious to her that's it not ideal, whatever it is, but... Call it morbid curiosity.]

[exothermia]

It's purple. Let's leave it at that.

[robitussin]

What if I'm really curious?

[A beat.]

For real, though, one of the standard ones probably wouldn't be that bad if you split the costs.

[exothermia]

Then you're welcome to trade keys with me. [He won't fold that easily, Opal.]

It isn't unbearable, though I might try for a different one later. The one I have pumps perfume into the suite every hour.

[robitussin]

[Curses, foiled again, etc.]

...Perfume? That's kind of gross. Why?

[exothermia]

I'm assuming it's part of the... charm.

[He really does not think it's charming at all.]

[robitussin]

So. Purple, and it keeps spraying perfume. That sure sounds charming.

[It sounds like an allergy attack waiting to happen.]

Hopefully the perfume is the worst part, at least?

[exothermia]

I would say so. [Other than that, it's just ugly.] I don't spend much time in there other than sleeping, in any case.

[robitussin]

Probably reduces the chances of you inhaling too much perfume.

[But now she's curious.]

Yeah? What else have you been checking out since we got here?

[exothermia]

The museum, mostly. [He casts a glance out the window, where the nebulas are sparkling in the distance.] I know half of the exhibits are likely false information, but it's still a nice change of pace, to be able to consider things in a space dedicated to it.