somethingwithturquoise | That Space Spa That Summer Never Shuts Up About; Dimension FH-001, Thursday [02/10].

Breezing right past some sort of blow-up at reception with a small group of Gromflomites that seemed to have had an issue with their reservation that clearly had absolutely nothing to do with Summer at all, "~WinterBlade~" and her party of four were welcomed into the Luxureon spa that definitely knew your face, Summer, you weren't fooling anyone with that alias, but also, Summer did bring them pretty good business and they dealt with a lot weirder (even today, in fact, they were handling a situation with a mostly-liquid entity that kept merging into one of the soaking pools on accident by expertly modifying the viscosity so that it didn't keep just dissolve into it), so whatever.

And thus, the moddable and extensive facilities of said space spa were open to the group entirely, everything from your standard massages and pedicures, to special space crystal treatments and space seaweed wraps, tentacle treatment for those willing to take a very particular risk, and bioluminescent manicures.

Summer herself would be spending a ridiculous amount of time in the strawberry-scented mineral soak, because honestly? Still her absolute favorite, and she can relax while sipping space drinks and making any last minute changes to her plans for jello for the party tomorrow.

Sure, she was supposed to be relaxing, but you could relax and work at the same time. M U L T I T A S K I N G!

[[ for those dragged to the space spa for all that sweet space spa goodness! ]]

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Like, so much awww, and Summer's face was just going to allow that awww for a moment before she shook her head. "Okay," she said, "now you have to tell me what kind of awful bullshit thing Vought has you doing on Valentine's Day, not that I need more evidence that they're the wooooorst, buuuuut...."

It was always good to have more evidence, and honestly, she just liked hearing Annie bitch about it, and she felt it did Annie some good to bitch about it, especially to someone totally on board with understanding just how fucked up it all was.

It absolutely did help to bitch about it, because everyone else Annie felt she could bitch to was either exhausted by it already or part of it or...well, Diego.

Annie immediately rolled her eyes. "I'm doing a perfume promotion and a kind of coy Q&A with Good Morning America," she sighed, because, like, of course she was. "So that every dude who forgot to get his wife something can be reminded that, oh, right, Starlight has a line of stuff. But in the afternoon I have a Make-a-Wish thing, actually, and that should be...pretty nice. I'm like, exchanging valentines with a bunch of little guys."

It was something she'd kind of pushed for, personally, much like her Halloween Army of Little Starlights. Any time she got to meet younger fans -- especially like the kids she'd hang out with on Monday -- it kind of made all the other bullshit worth it.

"Ohmygod," said Summer, because she could see it now perfectly, "so many women are getting Starlight-branded perfume for this year's V-Day now, aren't they? That's actually kind of clever, I'm going to give them rare props on that one. But not, like, a lot, and that Make-A-Wish thing is freaking adorable and all, but that's so lame that they pretty much have you jammed-packed the whole day like that."

"I mean, Wish at least smells nice?" Annie offered. She thought so, anyway, even if she didn't wear it herself. "But yeah, there's a zero percent chance I'm not working on, like, a non-government holiday that falls on a Monday, of all things. And Maeve's a little...rough for Valentine's, you know? I'm the soft one, so I get to do all girly shit."

It was kind of okay, though, considering Annie sort of thrived on girly shit. See also: space spa.

"At least," she added, giving Summer a knowing look, "it's not, like, a religious holiday." Because the whole Believe Expo attitude was not really going anywhere. (Even if Starlight was, weirdly, not invited back this year.)

(So weird!)

"Ugh!" That knowing look earned Annie a deeply sympathetic roll of Summer's eyes and a disgusted expression complete with an appearance of her tongue. "Right? Like, okay, with the corporate bullshit holidays, it's like, okay, yeah, sure, whatever, par for the course, what do you expect, that's the whole point, but when it's the religious holidays? That adds, like, a whole 'nother layer of grossness to it. Like, we literally have all the time in the world right now? But we still don't have enough time to dive into that."

But as she spoke, another thought, maybe a weird one, but whatever, like she cared, popped into her head.

"Hey," she said, "did any of you guys have to do anything for, like, Groundhog's Day, or whatever, too?"

If so, she would not be surprised, and if not? Then she kind of would be, because missed opportunity in there somewhere. Did she know where? No. But she knew it was...

....or maybe Apu was rubbing off on her a little.

"The Seven didn't," Annie replied, shaking her head, "but I'm pretty sure the Philly and Pittsburgh heroes had to go to Punxstawney."

A great use of everyone's time!

"But now," she admitted, a little worried, "I'm wondering if they're gonna stick me on a float with leprechauns to freeze my ass off next month in a parade or something." Just because no one had said so didn't mean she wouldn't be surprised into doing it.

Summer considered that for a moment, tilted her head a little, and shook her head.

"If they have any sense," she noted, in a tone to suggest that they usually didn't, and, seriously, they really should just hire her, she was a goldmine for this shit, "they'll focus on Maeve for that, anyway, not you. I mean, one, redhead. Two, rainbows. Aren't they in on that whole corporate woke-ism with her right now? I mean, the tie-in practically writes itself."

"Three," Annie added, because these were already great points, "I think she's supposed to be Irish?"

Annie knew that Maggie, of course, was American (though maybe Irish, like, in heritage), but still. That was a point, too.

"But yeah. I have a Brave Maeve bar in my purse if I need a snack later, actually," she added, jerking her thumb in the vague direction of said purse. "So that would be super-smart, though I also wonder if they'll hold off and go big with her in June?"

Or, most likely, they'd just do the Vought thing of going big all the time.

Summer had kind of wondered about the Irish thing, but she didn't want to assume. It was one thing for her to run around on St. Patrick's Day claiming that, hello, she was a redhead named Smith, there was definitely some Irish in there, but to assume the same about another redhead just because she was called Maeve, well...

Either way, she had to snort at Annie's speculation.

"Yeah," she said, "because if there's one thing Vought is definitely concerned about, it's running you guys ragged and beating too many cringe horses."

That Space Spa That Summer Never Shuts Up About; Dimension FH-001, Thursday [02/10].

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