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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2021-06-18 06:31 am
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 toapocalypsehow 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
apocalypsehow for the inclusion and modding of the newest, greatest member of this HGS. ]]
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She hadn't really accepted that she was lying, but she'd totally been lying.
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If nothing else, she would have probably developed some kind of crush on John and his abs at that party, had she not had her own developing situation at the time.
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Days. A matter of days.
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Still was adorable! Annie was just kind of thrilled that her best friends were seemingly as happy in their relationships as she was in hers. And maybe one of these days they'd manage to actually hang out with their boyfriends together. (Though, like, Annie had to think that John and Diego would get along with each other better than either of them with Barry. But what did she know? Maybe they'd all just bond over mysterious dude things.)
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