Welcome to Stardust Interstellar LLC, we hope you didn't put yourself in a hole to get here. (No seriously, we'll kick you off the ship and refund you if we find out you spent your life savings on this.)

All amenities are prepaid, and our staff are the highest of distinguishment, a real word. Please, enjoy your stay and remember you've freed us of all legal repercussions by signing that waiver we know you didn't read.

But don't worry, security keeps the halls and common areas safe, but if you don't like that, don't worry, security staff do not have a master key to every room in case of incidents with unwilling close encounters of the third kind.

Dead Dove tag for: Doing whatever the hell you want (Granted you don't get caught.) Aliens do be quirky.

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Your shuttle rumbles as it begins the docking sequence, the holographic display flicking back to life after many hours of dormancy.

Please provide your signature, below you can view the terms you're agreeing to.

You don't read this EULA or whatever it is, nobody ever does. You wave your identification band over the screen, it taking a few moments to process before lighting up with a confirming green.

Thank you, and enjoy your stay on the SS [SHIP NAME HERE]!

The pressure equalizes, the door then slides open with an audible hiss, giving you time to remember how you even got here.

It was sheer dumb luck, really. You'd entered a shady giveaway and thought nothing of it, maybe you'd just get a virus or something. But no, a few days after, you got a message that you'd won a trip for a cruise with Stardust Interstellar, and only now you could grasp just how real this was.

You step out of the shuttle into check-in, knowing you shouldn't go exploring until you get your room key.

The scene is rather calm, it seems you've gotten here at the right moment when check-ins and checkouts are in a lull, the calm before the storm no doubt. You notice the sheer variety of seating in the lobby alone, two or three chairs in shapes specifically designed for a wide variety of space-faring races. Besides that there's the reception desk and a snack bar, both of which are sparsely populated, mostly by staff members. Nobody seems in any hurry to get your attention, probably enjoying this brief lapse in the hustle and bustle.

P.S. This could get a little strange with how I set it all up.