somethingwithturquoise | That Space Spa That Summer Never Shuts Up About; Dimension FH-001, Later Friday [06/18].

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That Space Spa That Summer Never Shuts Up About; Dimension FH-001, Later Friday [06/18].

A blonde, a brunette, a redhead, and a mannequin walk into a space spa...

(Stop me if you've heard this one before...)

A blonde, a brunette, a redhead, and a mannequin walk into a space spa, because it was time for some major pre-party, post-move, post-Nazi-fighting pampering, and there was no way they weren't going to be making the most of it! There was a reason this place was one of Summer's favorite places in the multiverse. The experience was diverse and extensive, everything from mani-pedis with polish made from elements that could glow or sparkle in certain ways that Earth paints just could not pull off, to space hot rock massages, space seaweed wrap, space mud baths and hot springs (which were, you know, by their nature, way better than the terrestrial versions!). And just imagine how much more a massuesse with six arms could do over one with just two! The robes and towels were a soft space-cotton blend that felt like you were literally wrapped in a cloud, and the view was gorgeous, as the whole restort was nestled neatly at the top of the tall trees on a planet where the skies were almost always a gorgeous array of beautiful colors.

This was so, so overdue, but Summer was glad she finally had the chance to drag Rey and Annie (and Dolores!) here.

Summer, for her part, was definitely spending a good deal of her time just soaking it up in the space onsen, sipping away at some sweet space wine, and just soaking it all uuuuuuup.

[[ for the expanded hot girl squad to come do hot girl shit! NFB for distance, obvs, and a special thanks to

apocalypsehow for the inclusion and modding of the newest, greatest member of this HGS. ]]

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Annie -- with Dolores in tow, since, yeah, it was kind of a stretch to use the word 'walk' in any capacity, when referring to Dolores -- eventually made her own way to the onsen to join Summer. Her hair was shinier than it had ever been (and like, Annie was totally hitting up the salon shop to take some of that shit home with her, because, like, this was the most compelling argument against Vought putting her back in that wig ever), her skin was crazy soft and her back free from all knots thanks to the six-armed masseuse, and she and Dolores were both sporting iridescent manicures.

(Annie also had gotten her toes done, but it seemed tacky to point that out, given that Dolores...you know.)

"This," she announced as she approached Summer, setting down Dolores on a chair and getting herself some of that sweet space wine now that she had her hands free, "was the greatest idea."

To be honest not even a twelve-armed masseuse could really work out all the lingering tension Summer was feeling from having to have a stern discussion with a student about boundaries (like, jesus christ, who even was she anymore that this was a thing??), but since she was officially on Party Time, she was dedicated to just forgetting it and living in the moment and relaxing as much as she could.

Which was still a lot, if the lazy, contented grin on her face was any indication. "I know, right?" she said. "I told you this place was the tits."

She gave a bro-nod to the mannequin.

"Dolores. Love the color. Great choice."

She wasn't even the least bit concerned about how easily she could just roll with one of her besties' boyfriend's time-fucked brother's inanimate girlfriend. Why wouldn't she?

"Five said she enjoys purples," Annie said, trying so hard not to make the face she wanted to, here. "So we went with that nice aubergine."

Annie had opted for a slightly bolder version of her usual so-pale-it's-basically-nude pink, but you know. She wasn't as fashion-forward as Dolores.

"But yeah, this place is," Annie added, looking around as she moved to slip into the onsen, "pretty firmly the tits."

If there was one positive thing that had come out of Annie's recent experiences -- okay, actually, there were a lot of positive things, they were just scattered in there amongst Nazis and near-murders -- it was that she was a lot less hung up on her language, these days.

It was about fucking time!

Summer had to snort a little at the apt use of firmly with this particular language as she sunk down a little into the water and just breathed out with all the relief she felt in general.

"Almost tempted to just stay here until when the party starts tomorrow."

She kind of wanted to invite Dolores to the party, too, but she was pretty sure the chance of managing to lose her along the way was, like, 110%.

Dolores would be left somewhere around, like, bar number four or five, yeah. Besides, she'd probably enjoy a quiet night at home with Five and oh God she had to stop thinking like this.

"Same," Annie decided with a happy sigh. "Pre-party week going smoothly? Outfits are laid out, RSVPs are acquired, et cetera?"

"Suuuuuper smooth," said Summer, gliding her hand forward for emphasis and deciding to just ignore the whole failed attempt to explain to an emotional terrorist with boundary issues why it was inappropriate for a student to come along on a party that was pretty much just an excuse to get completely blasted off her ass in multiple locations. "Just a few shots to make for the pre-game, and we're pretty much all set!

"Oh!" she added. "By the way, I might need to ask you and Rey an extra favor though, and just maybe....kind of make sure I don't accidentally make out with any random strangers in bathrooms? I don't exactly trust my drunk brain not to go into autopilot and fail to remember things like the fact that I'm not single."

If that gave anyone any idea of how hard she was planning on going tomorrow.

Scared straight indeeeeed.

"You got it," Annie assured her with a little salute. (She would also, per girl code, take the secret to her grave if there were random drunk makeouts, because these things happened and Barry didn't need to know if there was a drunk-brain slip-up.) "Rey can't totally party with the rest of us, anyway, so I figure she's sort of the...drunk-sitter? Group Mom?"

Basically, Annie was counting on Rey to get at least her and Summer home (especially given that they were neighbors now!!!)

"Man, for my twenty-first, I had a beer with my mom and that was it," she noted with a little snort. "It's still all shrouded in mystery where we're going, right?"

The worst that was likely to happen was Summer drunkenly flirting with Barry forgetting that he was her boyfriend, lbr.

"The details," Summer said, nodding firmly and sipping her space wine, "yes ~~because I haven't actually gotten to it yet lol~~. But, I can say that no one will be bored, and all the stops are, like, primo locales."

"Is this a situation where I need to make sure I have, like, a couple hundred bucks in singles in my purse?" Annie wondered.

She'd never been to a strip club -- were there other places where you needed stacks of singles like that? Annie wasn't sure -- but it would be, like, super unsurprising if the first one she ever went to was part of Summer's birthday extravaganza.

"I'll pop for bottle service at at least one of these clubs, too," she added. Because Starlight was, like, made of money these days. (And she had a meeting with a financial planner in New York next week, okay? But first, party.)

Starlight's Monet was also Vought'a money, in a way, so, yeah, no complaints from Summer there!

She did sort of blink a little in surprise, though.

"You know," she said, "I actually didn't think to include a strip club?"

Now she was wondering if she should, but also she was just going to take this as a sign that she was just too naturally classy and feminist for that.

"But bottle service would be dope." She grinned. "Thanks, Annie."

Like she wasn't half-expecting a bunch of people to be springing for drinks all night, anyway

"Of course," Annie assured her with a wave of her hand. Because yeah, she'd been through a lot, she had very much earned that salary, and like, it genuinely brought her a lot of joy to think of Vought's money going to getting them all trashed.

"I've never been to a strip club, so that can be a future, like, excursion," she added, though she did blush a little bit. "Maybe for someone else's birthday."

Not Rey's. See how nice she was by not saying Rey's name, there? Even if she was the next birthday up.

"Oooooh," said Summer, almost worrisomely as far away from a blush as a person could be "maybe we could hit up Boob World! That's Fun For the Whole Family^TM."

She'd been there with her grandfather and brother and therefore could not actually contest against that unfortunate tagline.

"You know, right away I have questions," Annie said, eyes widening slightly. "And a compelling argument in the form of my mother, who would never, ever have fun at Boob World."

Though now Annie did kind of want to go. Just out of curiosity.

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When Rey had seen Delores, she'd been told not to ask.

So she hadn't asked.

And by this point she'd decided that this wasn't some in-joke between Annie and Summer, and she was trying really, really hard not to ask.

"I can tell you want to ask," Annie told her with a smile, glancing over. "Sorry if Dolores is creeping you out. She, like, does that."

Because she was an inanimate, bald, torso mannequin, but Annie was trying her very best to treat her like a person so she wouldn't slip up around Five, if nothing else.

"She's a mannequin," Rey pointed out, in case no one else had noticed.

"She totally is. Have I told you anything about Diego's brother Five?" Annie checked. "Because she's his 'girlfriend,' and it's a whole...thing."

"Not really," Rey said slowly, eyeing Delores. "Does he know she's a mannequin?"

Annie wobbled a hand back and forth. "He's sort of in denial about it, I think. The guy went through a bunch of shit." Like, if Five had latched onto Dolores because he was stuck in the future alone, she could kind of get it. And, honestly, she didn't just get it -- it actually made her sympathetic to Five.

Of all things.

"It was Summer's idea to bring her," she added, rolling her eyes (and making sure Dolores couldn't 'see,' because Annie was getting alarmingly used to this.)

"Okay," Rey said slowly. So, so slowly.

"This is new. But okay."

She was trying so hard.

"Five is also like, sixty or something but trapped as a thirteen year-old," Annie noted, "so like. Dolores is sort of the tip of the iceberg, honestly. He also teleports. Teleported in on me and Diego once."

There was a significant eyebrow-raise there to communicate that, like, they had not just been watching TV or whatever.

"The teleporting isn't even the strangest thing about anything you just said," Rey said, actually a little impressed.

"He's a very angry little person," Annie said with a smile. "It's been, like, an adjustment having him around. But! He's kind of almost nice to me if I'm nice to Dolores, so...."

So this was all kind of a sucking-up-to-Five thing, here, yes.

"So you're trying to get in good with your boyfriend's brother," Rey said with a little smile.

"And it's not really working, but I'm an optimist that someday it might," Annie told her with a nod. "Does John have siblings you need to get in good with? Diego's one of seven kids, so, like, I have my work cut out for me."