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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Uraraka Ochako | OTA

[willynilly]

( a. Anywhere: no really, it's a dog. )

[Being an enterprising sort, Ochako immediately latches onto the idea of working for chips. If they're going to be here for a month anyway, why not earn what she spends rather than wasting the money she already has? It's better to hold on to her savings. Especially since having any savings is such a new, delightful concept for her. Thus, to work she goes!!

No one said she couldn't double-dip, and she's never been one to shy away from a challenge- AKA the challenging clients no one else wants to touch with a ten-foot pole. That's why you can find her wandering through the halls of the hotel with a small, doe-eyed purple octopus child clinging to her arm while she tries to walk what appears to be a three-headed hellhound. Well. "Walking" might be a generous way to phrase it. The dog is pretty strong, and just kind of goes wherever he wants. And each head keeps trying to steer them in a different direction, so it's... interesting.

Turns out earning money is hard work, but she. Will. Persevere!! (please help.)]


( b. Apogee: because dogs that breathe fire are stressful. )

[A spa. A spa! Do you know how expensive spas are back home!? ...Okay, probably about as much as they are here, admittedly, but Ochako figures she earned it a bit. As soon as she has enough chips to afford a visit she jumps at the chance, indulging in the biggest, most fantastically self-indulgent package deal she has the funds for.

Anyone who happens to be there to relax and veg might get cheerily chatted-up by an enthusiastic girl with mud on her face. Don't mind the pink cucumbers, they're probably normal here.]

Isn't this place great?


( c. Go Wild Be a Card )

[Or just find her around elsewhere, she's an adventure-y explore-y type, and she'd be happy for the company, stranger or not.]

B!

[survivalistcookbook]

[Any chance to get out of the heat and crush of the kitchens is a welcome relief, and Eugene had managed to wrangle his way into working the cart of finger foods and bespoke fruit-waters that rolled through the spa. It's a pretty good gig. Dress casual-nice (dress shirt with rolled sleeves, fitted trousers, leg polished to a silvery sheen). Know your product. Work for tips.]

[He rolls up to someone mid-facial, making sure to click his steps a little more than he otherwise might, and pipes up calmly but cheerfully.]

Good afternoon, miss. Complimentary infused water?

[willynilly]

[The voice is vaguely-familiar enough for Ochako to glance over with a surprised blink. Isn't that-]

Oh! Eugene-san! I didn't know you worked here!

[survivalistcookbook]

Wh- Ochako?

[It takes him a second to place the voice, because, wow. He has no hope of recognising a face under the artisinal salt mud. Once he does, though, he grins, leaning his forearms on the handle of his little cart.]

Yeah, what can I say. No rest for the wicked. How are you liking the spa?

[willynilly]

It's wooooooonderful~!

[Ochako folds her arms and rests her chin on them, beaming brightly, the very picture of relaxation.]

I've never been to a place like this before. I'm so happy I gave it a try!

[survivalistcookbook]

[Eugene gives a laugh under his breath, starting a drink for her even without ordering. Glass, ice, and bowl by bowl of exotic-looking fruits brought up onto the top of the cart.]

Heh, maybe I need to check it out myself. What's been your favourite so far?

A

[bi_otic]

[Kaidan spots her getting dragged down the hallway like a helpless, but apparently very determined ragdoll, and moves to intercept. He makes a quick grab of the hellhound's collar and stops the whole trainwreck in it's tracks. For now.]

Whoa there, fido. Where's the fire?

omg what a fantastic username

[willynilly]

[Ochako stumbles forward as the weight is suddenly gone, huffing quietly and dropping to her knees to catch her breath. Oh goodness, what a relief. The dog growls and claws at the floor to try and keep moving, but at least he doesn't seem too vicious, or he'd probably have eaten someone alive by now.]

Hah... hah... thank you! He's really strong, I just couldn't get him to stop...

haha glad it amused someone else :>

[bi_otic]

[Man, if he had the ability to stasis this would be much easier.]

He's certainly...uh...enthusiastic.

[Maybe if he tries to pet the thing. But which head?]

Yours?

[willynilly]

Hah... no way. And a good thing, too!

[Pet all of the heads! Now that they've noticed him they're vying for his attention. Just watch they don't burn you.]

I'm pet-sitting one of the hotel guests. Nobody else wanted to take him for a walk...

[Now she knows why.]

[bi_otic]

[He does his best to keep the hound occupied, scratching under it's respective chins]

Probably should come with hazard pay.

[More seriously:] Are you ok, though?

b

[astrobleme]

[Shinji has spent the majority of his time practically living in the Blue Nebula Museum... but he's curious enough to take a break here. He's never been to a spa before, interstellar or otherwise. So he's nervous, wide-eyed, warily looking around, just waiting for the attendant to start on his treatment. At least the reclining chairs are comfortable enough...

Oh, uhm. His neighbor has a kind of horrifying mud-and-cucumbers facial thing going on. Maybe it feels good, but it looks pretty darn gross.]

This is my first time at a place like this, [he admits.]

[willynilly]

[She looks entirely unbothered by his nerves- or not deterred by them, anyway. Nervous people just need company to set them at ease, right?

And at least she's not wearing cucumbers on her eyes anymore.]

Oh, I'm sure you'll love it! It's actually my first time, too. This sort of thing is way too expensive for me back home.

[astrobleme]

[This girl's excitement is close to palpable, really. A positive force. Reassuring. Shinji winces his way into a small smile, but he's already feeling a little better.]

I just didn't have time for this sort of thing. It's, uh... it's very decadent, right?

[willynilly]

Sure is.

[She gives her cheek an idle scratch. The mud is supposed to be good for the skin, but once it dries, it's hard not to pick at it.]

It's a good thing they have people to guide you where to go, or what to do. I'd be so lost if I had to pick for myself. Have you decided what you want to try?

[astrobleme]

Mmm, there was some... something involving a special type of algae, I think. It's this whole program where they apply it to your face and arms. It's supposed to "open up your pores" and whatever else. [Shinji sounds pretty dubious, truth be told...] I'm kind of having second thoughts about it.

B

[foxpas]

[So, after their prior talk, Aria has in fact been using swimming to train. Along with rock climbing. Honestly, if you expected her to be anywhere but here, you should probably question what you know about her.

But now she's relaxing in the shallower spa areas to cool down, and she looks quite content.]

I've not seen a place like this before, but I rather enjoy it.

[willynilly]

[Ochako beams, flopped back onto a chair by the side of the spa so bonelessly she looks like she might fall to pieces at any moment. But she'd do so very, very comfortably.]

Same here! I could stay here for hours... ahhh, if only it didn't cost so much...

[foxpas]

Do you wish to stay longer?

[her sister and mother are cats, she's used to boneless people]

[willynilly]

Mmm... I do, but I can't indulge too much! There's a lot of stuff to see and do around here.

[She can't just lay around and waste that much time on pampering.]

[foxpas]

It will still be there in a few hours.

[yes you can.]

A

[witheringlotus]

[That is not a dog. That is not a dog. Kanda is just minding his own business, doing his thing, and then one of the hellhound's heads turns right toward him and barks. Kanda isn't afraid of dogs, or hellhounds, or any kind of demon... but he doesn't like things snapping at him.

He could handle this like an adult. He could stay calm, keep walking.

But instead he grabs the hilt of his holy sword and bristles at the poor girl like a cat.]

Control that thing before I put it down!

[willynilly]

[Ochako is about to apologize to the man - because really, his anger is totally within reason, considering how intimidating the dog(s??) are - but then she notices the sword and stops short, lurching backwards and pulling back on the leash to halt, or at least slow the animal down.]

Sorry! I'm sorry! He won't hurt you, he's just nervous, I promise!

[witheringlotus]

[Kanda doesn't draw his sword, thankfully, but he's still completely staring the dog down. Maybe if he continues to do it, the dog will back off? He's pretty terrifying...]

Nervous? It's a demon, not a dog!

[Actually, it's both.]

[willynilly]

He's a dog! He's just an alien dog, that's all!

[Oh dear, if this guy thinks he's a demon, she really can't let him get too close. With a sudden forward lurch she gets the leash around her wrist, then taps her fingertips together and sets one hand down on the dog's back. Almost immediately the dog starts to float off of the ground, which serves to stop him from pulling, and also stop the growling, because he's instantly and utterly baffled as to where the ground went.]

Whew! There we go... easy, puppy, you're okay. Um- are you okay, mister?

[The dog begins to rotate in mid-air, paws flailing.]