somethingwithturquoise | The Space Spa that Summer Never Shuts Up About; Dimension FH-001; Tuesday [07/04].

Figuring that dropping Travis into a full-on space spa in a part of her dimension where Earthlings were a significant minority, as well as humanoid beings in general, was already going to be a lot for Mr. Somehow-Still-Weirded-Out-By-Some-Things, Summer decided to just not tack on an extra space trip by flying to the space spa and set up a direct portal there, which also just saved her on parking, anyway. So through they went, exiting out in front of the sprawling complex that was the resort, nestled as it was in the lush canopy of the jungle-like planet, its air warm but not too humid (especially after coming from Fandom, good god, Maryland, enough with the humidity), so far up that, were they to look over the edge of the canopy, you couldn't even see the surface of the planet for the distance and the clouds clinging to the trees about halfway down.

Good thing they weren't anywhere near the canopy.

"And just....try to be cool, okay?" Summer reminded him, as they arrived in front of the main doors, which naturally slid open with a whoosh because they were in. space. "People are here to relax, not have some googly-eyed Earthling who's never seen a Gromflomite stare at them."

She'd definitely brought her portal gun, too, fully charged, in case he couldn't be cool and she didn't want to wait for Portalocity to move up their departure portal.

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“I can be cool,” Travis said.

He was going to look like a fish for the amount of gaping and then self-consciously closing his mouth he’d be doing.

“. . . Can I stare at the trees? Or are they here to relax too?”

"Some of them might be," said Summer, especially since someone had been playing far too much of a certain game lately to deny that some trees really could stand to relax a bit more. "I think your best best, Trav, is to just take some time to stare inside instead, get a little introspective and self-reflection." She took a moment, as they entered the lobby, to close her eyes and breathe in the air that seemed slightly scented with something both spicy and floral, before heading over to the reception desk, barely batting an eye at the assortment of all the variety her universe had to offer milling about in the pursuit of space relaxation.

She gave the Garblovian behind the counter a bright smile as she breezed up brightly. "Hi! We're here for a luxury pass reservation? Under Winter Blade"--don't ask--"and guest?"

"Arg blarg arg arg," said the receptionist, pulling up a few things on a holographic interface in front of her, before rising enough to hand Summer few neatly folded robes with fancy little bottles of space mineral water balanced on top. "Blarg blar blar arg, blar, Arg Margga Mar marg flarg."

"Thank you," she beamed, before turning toward Travis to hand him his complimentary robe and space water.

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“Thanks!” Travis squeaked. Doing his best not to gape. That — man? — creature — person — had rather a lot of teeth.

Don’t stare, they’re just doing their job, you hate when people stare at you at work.

“Glad to see they keep you hydrated.”

He was going to be a blithering idiot today, wasn’t he.

He was, and it was going to be adorable, and Summer felt so honored to get to witness it first hand.

"That mineral water is sourced from one of the purest space wells in this entire galaxy!" she informed him brightly. "You'll feel hydration like you never thought possible, my dude. But before we get into it, is there anywhere in particular you want to start? I did schedule massages for a little bit later, but obviously we can move that around, but I generally like to do wraps and mud bsths, followed by massage, then a soak in the pools before hitting up mani-pedis and I'm doing crystal therapy at one point, but obviously, you can't have to, today is all about your first experience."

“I . . . have absolutely no idea,” Travis confessed. “All of that sounds nice? I think? I am in your hands.”

"Oh," said Summer, with the kind of smile and a light in her eyes that could make some people suddenly realize a bit too late that they'd let this woman drag them all the way across the multiverse, "now that is what I like to hear."

The receptionist garbled something else at them and Summer turned to pick up, and then brandish, two key cards at Travis. "These'll give is access to all areas included in the package. I think our first stop should definitely be the spaceweed wraps."

Travis's key card joined his robe and water and Summer to went loop her arm in his so she could pull him along.

"After we get changed, anyway."

Travis was definitely wondering if he’d just made a grave error.

“Spaceweed? Please tell me that’s like seaweed.”

"It is!" Summer cheerfully confirmed. "But, you know, in space."

You were definitely going to notice a certain theme with the naming patterns around here, Travis.

"They can even do a total chemical scan to figure out the precise ratio of what your skin needs the most, and the infuse the wraps based on that."

“That’s.” Kinda spooky. “Cool. I think. At least we’ll know it’s not going to, like. Poison us accidentally or anything.”

"Oh, no," Summer hurried in with a reassuring tone, and, reaching the changing area, smoothly swiped her card over it to have the doors swish open to let them in. "They definitely wouldn't do that here. Can you imagine the PR nightmare that would be?"

Yeah, because that was definitely the most concerning part of it.

"Our keycards have is designated as from Earth, top, so when we go in, it can regulate the air to our optimal breathing preferences, too!"

“Sooooo . . . don’t get my card mixed up with someone’s from another planet with a different atmosphere. Check.”

Summer stopped, in part to let a small group of large droopy gelatinous blobs who still managed to somehow be wearing spa robes roll by, and on part to just tilted her head with a realization.

"I probably could have put your name in there instead of just 'Guest'....oh well! How many other Guest cards are there likely get mixed up with?"

If Travis had an answer, though, it might have to wait, as Summer went traipsing off toward one of the changing cubicles to get herself all good and spa-ready.

“That was not reassuring.”

Travis sighed and headed for a cubicle of his own.

With a death grip on his card.

"It was a joke, Travis," Summer called back cheerfully.

Mostly.

"It's a spa, you know. In space! You should try to relax a little! Loosen up. Enjooooy it."

“Just so long as I don’t stare too much or accidentally, like, stumble into some space taboo,” Travis said. He pulled off his shirt and frowned. “We aiming for just robes here, or am I going to insult someone if I don’t leave my shorts on?”

"If you do stumble into some space taboo," Summer assured him, "I promise I'll get you out of space jail. Just don't be weird, though, and it shouldn't be a problem. And do whatever's going to make you the most comfortable, dude."

She was very comfortable here, so she had no she was wrapped nicely in her robe when she emerged with all of her clothes being handed to an attendant in exchange for some nice foam-like slippers and a new little tingle of excitement for how absolutely fucking pampered they were going to be, like, oh man.

She said 'whatever makes you most comfortable' as if there were a clear answer in Travis's head for that right now.

He went with just wearing the bathrobe. It seemed the 'spa' thing to do.

"So," he was asking as he came out of his changing cubicle. "Are there lockers or -- oh. Hi."

He awkwardly handed his clothes to the waiting attendant.

"That . . . answers that."

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