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

[somethingwithturquoise]

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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[somethingwithturquoise]

"....I'm taking that as a compliment," Summer decided, after a moment, with a firm nod that would brook no arguments. "It was a thrift store, called Needful Things, only all the things in it were, obviously, cursed. You didn't pay...with money," she dropped her voice dramatically on that part, "that sort of thing. So when I came to Fandom and saw there was a Needful Things store there, too, I was very confused, and honestly relieved that it wasn't Lucius's store because things did not end up well between us. He ended up Zuckerberging me when we tried to take the business online, so me and Grampa Rick beefed the fuck up so we could beat the living shit out of the guy."

She sighed happily, sinking down into the water with the fond memories. Having beaten up the devil would always be a highlight.

[thatwaslucky]

"This also sounds about right. And of course it's a compliment."

Not there she knew what Zuckerberging was.