Summer Smith (
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2021-06-18 06:31 am
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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. ]]
(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

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She figured if she put it into that kind of context, it might be a bit more Rey's speed.
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If she ever got sick of her disgusting recipe bullshit, which...ha!
"What do you thiiiink," she proposed, "the nature of the Force would have to say about this place?"
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So many things lived in trees!
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Chewie had a whole family she could meet!
"How did you find out about this place?"
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Because this ex was a spaceship, with a literal database of awesome date locales tailored specifically to Summer's personality.
It was...an interesting phase of her dating history, yes.
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"I'm glad that part worked out then," Rey said. "Are we doing any of those places this weekend?"
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"Everywhere we're going tomorrow," she explained, "is in the U.S. That's kind of the point, since 21 means I can legally drink anywhere in the country now, so instead of just settling on celebrating that at just one bar, why not celebrate it at all the bars?"
Not literally all the bars, because then they'd have to fuck with time travel shit, too, and there was definitely a point of diminishing returns on that kind of venture, but, you know, they were definitely going to cover the bases.
"Plus, most of them are going to be in my universe, so anything a little different, like Stark's mask or something, isn't going to be that weird."
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