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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[spacebro]

[Well, that is all difficult to miss, but he manages to look her in the eyes after a moment.] I'm not sure I know how to charge for that.

[stretchy_girl]

How about a night in a luxury suite? Would that cover it?

[She gives him a languid steamy smile.]

[spacebro]

Ummm... [He gives a slightly nervous laugh.] What are we talking about? [As if he doesn't know. As if he isn't tempted. But there's also...someone. Sure, she thinks he's Daxam trash, but she got over that once mostly. Probably.]

[stretchy_girl]

You and me alone for one night, a great deal of fun with no strings attached...

[It would be easier to stretch an arm and yank him out from behind the bar, but that would tip her hand. She's still leaning there, giving him a very sexy smouldering look to try and entice him into accepting the offer.]

[spacebro]

Oh. Yeah... I mean no. [Part of him is still saying yeah for the record.] You are beautiful and really confident, but I can't. [Because his Facebook is set to "it's complicated" not that he knows what Facebook is.]

[stretchy_girl]

You can't? [Her eyebrows draw down and it's obvious she doesn't take rejection well] Or you won't?

[spacebro]

Oh, I can. I definitely can. [Do not mistake his ability to can!] It's just kind of complicated right now and you're great. Forward, but great. It's just not good timing.

[stretchy_girl]

Can you? I'm starting to doubt it. [Her tone is definitely mocking now because yep she definitely doesn't take rejection well, now she's using his own words against him with the intention to cut.] Yeah I've heard some guys have complications with their timing, I'd see a doctor about it if I were you.

[spacebro]

You sound angry. [Which he seems annoyed by.] I'm sure you can find someone who is interested. I have a job to get back to. [You know, classic Daxam work ethic at avoiding angry women.]

[stretchy_girl]

[She certainly is, although Gemini doesn't say anything, merely grits her teeth and stalks off. Whenever Mon turns away an impossibly long arm snakes out of the crowd and yanks a shelf holding bottles from the wall, sending them cascading down behind the bar, the hand whipping back as fast as it appeared.

If he wants to work so much he can clear all that up.]

[spacebro]

[What the? He's not getting any tips for cleaning that up, is he? Sigh.]