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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Jim Kirk | OTA (with a few closed)

[universal_charm]

A. Apogee - Turns Out You Can Get a Tan in Space
<sub>[ Corona was quite impressive, to the say the least, and the last time he had been on a beach was - what? Two planets ago? He figured that amounted to a couple of months if he bothered to do the math, but either way it had been awhile and he was eager to enjoy some "sunshine" and a chance to relax properly. While the scenery is eye searing, he doesn't let it get to him as he relaxes on the beach in his little blue swimsuit, a drink most likely in hand and perhaps a book.

What, you didn't think he just went around looking for adventures all the time, did you? ]</sub>

B. Red - Adult Fun
<sub>[ What's some down time without going out for a little fun? Of course he was going to hit up the Red Distrcit when he had properly refreshed himself.

It's very easy to find him in the clubs, moving to the rhythm of the pounding beats, or relaxing in bars with a drink in hand and ready to chat. He also goes around to the casinos for a little fun, and hopefully comes out on top. ]</sub>

C. Blue - A Sense of Home
_{[ One of his favorite places on the ship, though, has to be the Blue district. Kirk spends a lot of time in the district learning about the various nebulas that surround the planet and Carona. He wanders through the museums, but never for long, turning quickly to the places he could view the stars. ]}

D. Free For All
_{[ Have another prompt? Go for it! Mini-golf, Phaser Tag, Nebula viewing, everything is good! ]}

FOR REMY

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ The casinos rumbled with the sounds of play and music, dimly lit as they all seemed to be no matter where you went in the universe. Kirk moved through the crowds, looking for a certain red head in particular, constantly smoothing down the front of his new jacket.

He smiled when he found him, walking up and looking over his shoulder at the hand he was playing at whatever game it was. ]</sub>

Beat the house yet?

For moi? How sweet.

[cajunspice]

[The bonus of this being a space casino was the fact Remy hadn't been banned from it already. He knew these places were designed to rip customers off, it was why he never felt bad at handing them back a dose of their own medicine back home, though that did tend to get him known and banned from the premises real quick.

Having collected a decent dose of the local currency, he was deciding if it was time to cut time short before he got found out. At least that was the plan before he spotted from the corner of his eye that one of his favorite people was making a bee-line for him, smiling as he eyed Kirk up and down and paused to take a drink from the free one he had been provided. Another reason why he loved casinos, they threw all the food and drink they could at you as long as you kept gambling.]

'm certainly tryin'. [He drawled out, giving the other man one of those smiles, that slight upturn of the corner of his mouth and was halfway towards a smirk.] Come to give me some luck?

;)

[universal_charm]

Sure, why not? Need me to kiss your cards?

_{[ He smirked right back at him, affection softening the corners. He reached around Remy to take his drink, stealing a sip. ]}

[cajunspice]

Maybe not m' cards, [Remy mumbled out, his gaze going back to his hand and not reacting from the stolen drink.] Been 'njoyin' yaself? [He had no issue with talking to Kirk as he finished up the hand, deciding it would be his last both so he didn't get caught but also due to the arrival of his lovely friend. Hell, having the other man there to chat to might help to throw the other players off, being thrown off by another person at the table who wasn't gambling. Gamblers didn't typically like people looking over their shoulders mid game, and if they were distracted by Kirk that means they weren't paying attention, giving Remy a greater chance to part them from some of their cash.]

FOR BONES

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Kirk sat in Corona Hall, dressed casually with his hands in his pockets, waiting for Bones. It would be their first time really "hanging out" as it were off the ships. Truthfully, he still felt distanced from the other man since they worked on separate ships, which bothered him a touch, but he understood why the other stayed there and hardly faulted him for it.

But it was all the more reason to arrange times like this, to just relax with someone as he was and not as a captain or something else. It was a chance to close the distance between himself and Bones that had built steadily over the years of his captaincy, a gulf that seemed wide to him, though he was sure it was insignificant to others.

When he spied Bones coming through the crowd he stood, raising his arm in greeting and a bright smile for his friend. ]</sub>

Now you promise not to bail on me halfway through, right?

[notanoptimist]

[McCoy is spending as much time as possible off the Caprine, though he does go back to the ship a couple times a day to check in on the medbay; he's let people know to call him if anyone needs anything -- which, considering he ended up with a black eye the first hour at the hotel, he thinks is prudent.

Before meeting Jim, he took some of his hard-earned credits and at least found something casual to wear. He almost looks like himself -- the Bones that goes on shore leave a bit scruffy-looking and casual, at least. With added spectacular shiner over his right eye.

He lifts a hand in greeting. With he and Jim on different ships, it's... different, but McCoy's priorities right now lie with making sure medical responses are where they need to be (and with making connections across the fleet.) So this? This is good.]

I reserve the right to if you suggest anything too off the wall. [Look, he's already been punched in the face once. He's not trying for a second shot here.]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Different was a way of putting it. Kirk didn't precisely like it, but it was better to have McCoy in the Fleet at all rather than off in some other dimension or other part of space. Not that he thought McCoy was enjoying this, but he was allowed his selfish thoughts for awhile.

When he catches sight of the other and that shiner he arches a brow and his mouth cannot keep itself from twisting into a smug little smirk. It was rare that Bones ended up with the injuries, and he can't stop himself from reaching up and grasping his chin between thumb and forefinger, leaning in with a whistle. ]</sub>

Sure it's me who's been doing off the wall things? That's quite the souvenir you got yourself.

[notanoptimist]

[Hands off, Captain. McCoy shoves at his wrist and twists his jaw away from the hold. And here he was hoping that Jim wouldn't say anything. (He'd given up on 'not noticing' the minute the bruise started purpling.)] Leave it, would you?

[All of it, including questions about how it happened. But this is Jim and Jim's worse than a dog with a bone.] I didn't duck fast enough. And, for the record, no I did not start it.

C!

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor will run into him by one of the windows, or perhaps Kirk will run into him - quite literally! Maglor's eyes are full of the stars, up here, and with the beauty of the nebula within easy view, he walks in waking dreams, and he is composing as he goes ]

Oh!

[ He blinks at Kirk and smiles apologetically ]

Forgive me, I was not paying attention.

[universal_charm]

_{[ Kirk reaches out to catch Maglor at the bump and steady him, or was it himself? Either way, he's laughing softly and shaking his head, in much the same head space as Maglor, eyes and fantasies full of stars. ]}

That's all right, it's easy to get distracted here.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor shares an understanding smile ]

Aye - I can understand why you enjoy working up in space, if these are the sorts of vistas that greet you. Although I would probably be the worst crewmember, as you would have to prise me away from the windows to get anything done!

D BRING IT

[wolfuncaged]

[Fenris had deigned to give the new planet a wide berth. He may not favour his homeland much, but he's still a Northerner when it comes to the cold. He'd really rather avoid the snow and ice if at all possible. He'd much rather stay in the hotel, where it is warm and relatively comfortable.

After the stress of the last few months, it's quite pleasant to simply drink in fine company again. For, at least a day, to put aside the usual troubles that hound him and have as close an approximation of 'fun' as he allows himself. He'd come across Kirk in one of the bars, and was quite content to spend the evening with his captain. Kirk was a good man, fine company, and much wine was quaffed.

They eventually found their way back to a suite, where Fenris had settled down on one of the couches comfortably, getting on with his evening reading. A little bit every day did wonders, in his mind- slightly drunk or not. As such, he'll be enjoying his usual terrible romance book drivel. He squints at a word, it's not one that really exists in Thedas, but it's in this book. He has no idea what the hell it says or what it even means. It's come up a few times now, he assumes it is perhaps a title. He hasn't really asked for help with it because...well, not a lot of people know about these books, but Kirk does. He gestures the captain over, frowning at the errant word and tapping his finger on it. ]

Do you know what this word is?

[It's Colonel. The Colonel in question is getting up to some very frisky things with his Lieutenant, but Fenris seems more focused on the word itself for the time being. ]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Kirk was glad they had managed to smooth things over from the other planet. He would have been disappointed in both himself and Fenris if they had not managed to overcome that between themselves. Especially because he liked hanging around with the elf, despite his grouchy attitude.

The suite they ended up in was the one Kirk had procured, the walls and floors cut through with glass in geometric patterns that showed water beneath and fish slowly meandering. It cast interesting reflections across the room, and it was his favorite color - blue. It truly set the mood for their wine drinking and one of Fenris' tacky romance novels.

He turns when Fenris holds out the book to him, leaning over him so that he can read, bracing one arm across Fenris' waist. He squints at the word, reading it over along with the rest of the sentence and chuckling. ]</sub>

It's pronounced 'ker-nahl'. It's a rank, usually within land-based military, which I am guessing is what this is since he's currently undressing a lieutenant.

[wolfuncaged]

[A Kirk moves closer, Fenris tenses a little. He makes no move to push the man away, truly, he allows Kirk to be that close, doesn't mind it. But years of his past life scar deep, and the tension he feels when people breach his personal space bubble is more an intuitive reaction than anything else. He relaxes again as quickly as he tensed up. Kirk is safe. ]

Like...a kernel of corn? But it is not spelled that way.

[Clearly, that's what's important here. The vast trickiness of the English language. Still, he does let out a soft huff of amusement at Kirk's comment.]

From what I gather from the story, it's rather frowned upon.

[Forbidden dalliances, and the like. ]

A

[winn]

[ you know who else misses the beach? your resident californian. it's absurdly early when winn heads down there and sits with his feet in the water. he's all alone (or so he thinks) which is a rarity for him these days. he loves his friends and his girlfriend, but the lack of me-time is grating. back home, he's used to having an overabundance of it. why does he always suck at balance?

he's wearing a green shirt, and the pants he has folded up as he dips his feet in the water are a redish brown, as he sings softly to himself. really, all he's missing is a flashing neon sign over his head reading 'homesick' and 'holiday blues'. ]

[universal_charm]

_{[ Come on, Winn, you can't be sad at a beach. It's simply not allowed unless you are having a particularly deep and poignant moment in a movie of some sort. He walks over to him, reaching down with the cold can in his hand and pressing it to the back of Winn's neck. ]}

[winn]

[ maybe that's what he's having! you don't know, maybe the atroma is editing some of their footage into a movie!

he jumps and gives an embarrassingly high pitched yelp aaaaand...his pants are wet now. turning back wildly, his heart racing, his voice still comes out at a higher pitch than normal. ]

What is wrong with you? [ that nearly gave him a heart attack, he has 0 awareness to what's going on around him when he gets in his head. ]

A

[bi_otic]

[Kaidan isn't sure how he feels about this whole place. There's too much relaxing when, in his own mind, he's still trying to formulate some kind of escape plan.

But, after a week or so down on the planet, this seemed as good a place as any to come defrost for awhile. He's not taking to the beach as fully as Kirk is, however, dressed merely in a tank top and fleet issued jumpsuit unzipped and tied at the waist. The closest he's come to a whim is taking off his shoes so he can feel the bright sand between his toes.

He's taking a short walk along the so-called shore, staring out at the water and wondering if any planet in his universe looks like this. Maybe one of the hanar worlds, maybe? Which is exactly when he trips over Kirk's legs, kicking sand all over him and dropping his boots. Thankfully, he doesn't fall on his face, merely stumbling .]

I am so sorry...

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ As it turned out, this hotel had something that Kirk found a novelty and thus quite enjoyed - a paper book. The paper itself was probably synthetic - it surely smelled like it - but it was a physical book rather than a digital spread and that was more than enough to engage all of his attention as he poured over the bits of history local to this quadrant.

Surely it was enough for him not to naturally pull his legs in when Kaidan walked by, not until it was to late and he yelped in pain as his shin flared with pain. He looked up at the other man, a flash of irritation crossing his face before being quickly swept away and replaced with concern. ]</sub>

It's all right. Are you okay? Think we might need to shake those boots out.

[bi_otic]

[Kaidan laughed in mild embarrassment, as evidenced by the slight blush on his cheeks, and stooped to pick up his shoes, tipping them upside down just in case]

My toes are probably better off than your leg.

D! Mini-golf and discussion of tattoos!

[wolfehawke]

[Mini-golf. Regular golf wasn't really even a thing on Thedas as far as Adalwolfe is concerned, so he has absolutely no frame of reference for the miniature version. Still, like many sports, it seems to mostly be about hitting things with a stick, which is a perfect way to get his tension out when it seems every direction he looks is just more space. There are entirely too many windows on this Maker's damned hotel for him to be at all comfortable. Even here on the golf course.

At least the company's good. And again, he gets to hit things with a stick.]

So this is something people do on Earth all the time?

[He takes another swing at his ball - not so much a ball as a little pyramid right now, and sends it ricocheting down the bright orange fairway to stop abruptly several yards from the hole. Wolfe looks somewhat non-plussed.]

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Let's be real - you don't want to play real gold, Wolfe. It's boring. Minigolf involves cute, fun challenges and there's less judgement if you play it drunk or with a drink in hand. Especially when these courses played with gravity and force and one had to think a bit beyond just hitting at angles or with perfect timing.

Kirk came up to put down his own ball with a laugh. ]</sub>

Not all the time. It's a recreational activity - something you go do for fun with your friends. I haven't done this in a long, long time personally. It's one of the few activities we don't have available on my ship.

You seem to be taking to it well.

[wolfehawke]

We used to sort of play something like it when I was a child. Only someone threw the ball and it usually degenerated into the sticks being swords and beating each other over the head with them.

[He leans on his club, waiting for Kirk to putt.]

I think that always happens with childrens' games though.

D! Mini-golf and discussion of tattoos!

[wolfehawke]

[Mini-golf. Regular golf wasn't really even a thing on Thedas as far as Adalwolfe is concerned, so he has absolutely no frame of reference for the miniature version. Still, like many sports, it seems to mostly be about hitting things with a stick, which is a perfect way to get his tension out when it seems every direction he looks is just more space. There are entirely too many windows on this Maker's damned hotel for him to be at all comfortable. Even here on the golf course.

At least the company's good. And again, he gets to hit things with a stick.]

So this is something people do on Earth all the time?

[He takes another swing at his ball - not so much a ball as a little pyramid right now, and sends it ricocheting down the bright orange fairway to stop abruptly several yards from the hole. Wolfe looks somewhat non-plussed.]