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WHO: Everyone!
WHERE: An hour outside De Chima
WHEN: January 10-12
WHAT: imPorts are treated to a Swear-In that’s nothing but a weekend of relaxation at a brand new resort and spa!
WARNINGS: Possible mild nudity

It’s been a long few months, hasn’t it imPorts? Between the invading monsters (yikes!), evading the apocalypse (double yikes!) and then some fear toxin on behalf of your good pal Joker (triple yikes!), imPorts are overdue for a vacation. And wouldn’t you know it? One is coming right up.

Oh, yeah. It’s a Hot Springs Episode.

Welcome to Elysium Resort and Spa! When you come in, you’ll get a brochure with all of their offerings. They’re a little confused, perhaps, espousing relaxation ideals of every culture, clearly having just thrown all of their relaxation spaghetti at the wall to see if it sticks, but they’ve got the spirit! The smell of eucalyptus fills the air as you toe off your shoes and change into the slippers and robes that they have available for you as they usher you into what must be, for some, absolute paradise.

You can find rooms for all persuasions here, all purporting various health benefits. They have your typical fare - salt rooms, saunas, steam rooms, buckets of water with ladles resting in them to pour over the heaters to allow them to sizzle - but be warned! Some of these rooms climb up to ridiculous temperatures, leaving the bottoms of your feet red and toasty as you jump in (they suggest sandals, but who reads instructions anyway?), and other rooms are filled with ice as you’re plunged into what may as well be a walk-in freezer. Sometimes the doors are a little fiddly, though. Don’t worry - you won’t get trapped in here long enough for any real harm to come to you. But you might get a little uncomfortable as you rattle at the door, one of the employees eventually hurrying to let you out and offering their sincerest apologies, and won’t you have a gift certificate?

If those rooms aren’t enough for you, you can check out the baths. Salt baths, chilled baths, and hot tubs galore are here for imPorts, but that’s not all. Ever wanted to bathe in tea? In wine? Would you like to sink into a bath filled entirely with clay? How about getting all your dead skin chomped off by fish? It’s all here for you! Just try not to drink the bathwater - or, heavens, eat the fish. Those aren’t for you!

As imPorts stroll outside, they’ll see a beautiful vista overlooking the mountains, attached to a spacious hot springs (it’s natural, they claim, but who’s checking?) where imPorts can simply relax and enjoy the scenery. After that, why not pop inside to where some of the technicians will absolutely insist that you get a massage. Or a mani-pedi - yes, even you, big guy. Or, really, anything that your heart desires.

Once you’ve been poked and prodded and primped to your heart’s content (or discontent, as it may be), the spa open until the wee hours of the morning, it’s time to go and dine on some of the local cuisine, prepared fresh by the resort’s resident chef with a distinct eye to fresh, clean flavors and a truly ridiculous amount of salad. They want to make sure that you’re healthy inside and out, after all!

Before arriving at the spa, everyone was able to choose who they wanted to room with. But it seems that their systems got a bit scrambled during their grand opening, so you may find yourself bunking with a stranger instead. They’re deeply apologetic, of course, but it really would be easier for them if you’d just be nice for an evening and give it a shot. It’s only one evening, right? It’s not like you’ll be roomed with a serial killer. Probably. Given the imPort population there’s, what, a five percent chance?

The hotel rooms themselves are beautiful and spacious, each with a window looking out over the lovely view of the scenery below. It’s the perfect way to end your night… until 3 AM when an alarm begins to blare and all of the guests are ushered outside in the chilly winter air while firefighters come to check the place out. It’s a false alarm (some brat must have pulled it, the manager says apologetically, ready with more gift certificates), but hey, maybe this is a good chance to get to know your neighbors!

The next day, guests are free to take advantage of the resort’s facilities once more, or they can go hiking in the mountainous trails available to them, complete with regular rest stops with firepits, with the staff more than happy to pack lunchboxes and fixings for s’mores.

After they come back and have a thankfully uneventful night’s rest, buses will be ready to take them back to civilization, along with goodie bags filled with luxury goods and an earnest invitation to come back anytime! But maybe next time, wait a couple of months so they can iron out the kinks in their system.

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"Aww, thanks! That's always nice to hear."

Especially about his real eyes, because while he thought so, on a planet with mostly humans, it's more common for them to be interested in his human like eyes. Although there were exceptions, and there were plenty of imPort fans who were drawn to the more inhuman traits in imPorts.

[That's a very gratifying response is what that is. He glances over his shoulder as his dragon backrest decides to go and withdraw. Standing and adjusting his own robe. But ah. There's Shiro, more human shaped.

Keith steps closer as that arm comes around him, right up against Shiro. His hand slips inside the opening of his robe to settle against Shiro's chest. He lets his head fall to the side, baring his neck to the attention and humming thoughtfully.]

If it was... definitely couldn't pass it up.

[That would be a crime.] And you're right. At least... you'll definitely need a rest when I'm done.

[Maybe it's a threat maybe it's a promise, but it's definitely a challenge.]

"So why did they chop your arm off?" he stifled a yawn as he raised his eyebrows.

"I've made people hate me before but no one has chopped my arm off like that before." At least, not yet. He was sure there would people who would happily tear him limb from limb if they could.

[ Rex makes a dismissive noise. ]

Wouldn't be good for me. I don't care to become idle, [ he points out, as though there's any risk of him becoming idle in the first place - though, at the moment, he looks deeply, deeply happy to be idle. He's fairly certain he could stay here for hours at a time without tiring of it. He's sore most days (likely more because of how rigidly he holds himself than his daily routines; he's a man who has never heard of unclenching in his life) but here, he can feel it slip away.

He rumbles, ] I'd call this the best swear-in yet, though. Beats the hell out of those awful parties.

"Looking at them is like looking at refined gold." When Finn first got to Earth, he had people asking him if he had an eye condition, before the general population finally understood that his species just has naturally red eyes.

"I can do offensive spells, yes. You know, fire, ice, lightning, that sort of thing. I can also cast protective spells. Healing is just my specialty, and trust me when I say it's not easy to learn how to heal, even with magic."

If the man without fingernails wishes to be included in this, Anders doesn't see what the big deal is.

"Don't suppose you'd come with me," he says as he glances up from the brochure.

Declan wants to know more about this boy that knows his brother. Or maybe he just wants to talk to someone, anyone, that knows Ronan and can provide some insight on what the hell is going on at the Meadows.

He keeps thinking of it as the Barns. It is not the Barns.

Psychiatric rehabilitation sounds unnerving, regardless of how benign or sinister the treatment actually was. Especially when Kavinsky suggests that it messed up his memories. How much? No way to tell.

He glances at the phone screen and it looks like organizations he's worked with in the past through his internship or Aglionby. He catches sight of Ronan's network handle and has more questions rather than less. He offers it back to Kavinsky.

"Well, I can't say that I'm in much of a position to be particularly philanthropic these days, but I'll follow the site, see if anything comes up that I can help with."

Declan works for a gallery now and he has experience in organizing and managing fundraisers of all kinds. Of course he does. Before Richard Campbell Gansey III, there was Declan Lynch.

He reminds himself of his role here. Background noise. He gets up to check the mini fridge and takes one of the bottles of water. He doubts there's much alcohol to be had at a spa, which might be for the best. He wouldn't want to drink with this much company anyway.

"Surviving is my specialty," Rex says blandly, which is the truth. He certainly doesn't win all of his battles, and he's seen his company decimated more than once, which is more than any man ought to bear. But at the end of the day, he's always left standing. Always will be, if tales of the future bear any weight.

But this man doesn't seem to recognize his face, which means that he's either from Rex's past or his future. Rex's bet is on the future, just considering the odds. "I doubt I'm from your time. I'm a soldier of the GAR - on the front lines, which means I've seen my fair share of the Sith leading the Separatists." He nods at the stranger's scars. "It looks as though you were fortunate to survive as well."

[ Martin looks dead on his feet. Perhaps they've been too easy on him. It's difficult; they're raising a kid, not a soldier. But it's no good to get out of the habit of some well-earned discipline, and it won't do for him not to stay limber. Maybe he and Andy should be taking him out more often, whip him into shape. He claps Martin on the back. ]

Let's go. Keep up.

[ And with that, he's off. Sorry, Martin. You're being raised by two dumb jocks... though Andy is, conspicuously, still in the hotel room. ]

He falls into easy step at Sizhui's side. It's a little strange to do this without the rest of a gaggle of juniors, and a little nostalgic at the same time. He can't help but think back to when Sizhui was far younger.

"Mm," he agrees to Sizhui's plan, content to let the Junior lead him. But after another few quiet moments of walking, he does in fact speak again.

"Adjustment successful?"

He wants to make sure his son is settling in better than he is.

[With a pleased hum, Guzma settles more in his spot, visibly relaxing as her hand rubs the length of his dick, breath hitching when she gets closer to the head of it. His brows knitting together in pleasure, his mouth pulling into a soft smile as he breathes out a satisfied huff.]

Mmm...yeah. Don't be afraid to experiment a little, huh? Ain't worried you're gonna be too rough.

[He says that, but she could very easily just...crush him. He's not thinking about that, too distracted with how wonderful it feels to be in her hand, feeling her palm and fingers glider over the sensitive skin. Each stroke sending tingling surges through him, and he can't help but move his hips a little with her rhythm.

His own eyes linger on her face, settling on her lips. He can't help but think about those lips around him, or her warm tongue pressed flush to his dick. He wants it, but she was so hesitant to even touch him with her hand...maybe another time, he thinks.]

[it's hard to keep caution in the forefront of her mind when he's making such sounds; it really does give her a kind of delight for herself, and more than a bit of pride. that she can just barely graze his skin and make him react like that? she might not've been inclined to this at the start, but she's quickly getting the appeal.

those lips of hers quirk, not at all for the reasons on Guzma's mind, but but because she can't help but show she's pleased, in her own, subdued way. most of that honesty comes through from her eyes, where it's harder to hide her pride and affection.]

You never are, which leaves me to be mindful of it instead. [she absolutely refuses to ruin things this time with carelessness. she says that and believes it, but it also doesn't stop her from dragging her fingertips up with a different bit of pressure than before, just to watch him react.]

[ That first statement has Nate letting out a little chuckle; god, can he ever relate. He can’t even admit that he’s comfortable here when it’s been a few years, the lack of being able to properly travel wears on him from time to time. But Elena helps keep him grounded. ]

Yeah? C’mon, what’s wrong with punching trees?

Y'know...if you ever want me to be—

[He stops short when he feels that increase of pressure, a jolting sensation shooting through him that leaves him melting against the mattress. Eyes closing as his face twists with pleasure, those words caught in his throat as he finds himself pressing upward into that firmer grip.

His chest rises and falls with with those delighted breathes and noises that leave him, half-lidded eyes watching her as she continues to pump him. Each stroke bringing him closer and closer, a bit of pre forming at the tip, a sign that she's doing pretty damn well, and how close he's getting...

He's left wondering for a moment if he wants to let her keep at this till he meets his orgasm, or if he should get back to fucking her. Both are tempting...so, he'll let her decide.

Besides, he can't think of anything hotter than hearing her admitting she wants him to fuck her.]

Mmm...you wanna keep this up, or you wantin' a li'l more, hm?

[ A heavy, disappointed sigh. ]

I mean, being sneaky-like is her middle name. She keeps me on my toes because of that alone.

[ Nate motions for him to come on in. ]

Guess it’s just you and me. Unless you wanna bail. Wouldn’t blame you.

Noah has a bit of a deer-in-headlights expression at that. Go get facials with Declan? Just, like... sit there, next to each other, while some spa person puts goop on them or whatever? Doesn't exactly sound like a good time.

"Why me?"

[Lucina's eyebrows raise, watching him with increasing fascination. seeing him react that way is...immensely arousing, she can't deny that, and finds she's held her breath in watching. her eyes flicker down, her stomach doing a bit of a flip, but his hum draws her attention back, blinking.

he's still leaving it up to her, even when he's in such a state...

she tilts her hand and lifts it away with one last stroke, fingernails grazing at his head before they go and just leave him high and dry like that while she's combing her hair behind her ear and leaning closer to his face.]

Is there more you can even take? [it's quiet, affectionate tease, punctuated by a wincing of her eyes, already apologetic for trying.] You look...the way you make me feel... [her face reddens as she hears herself saying that, mouth quirking again.]

I want to feel that, too...

[There's a noticeable wince to his features when she draws her hand away. Leaving him wanting, even if the slight graze left him shuddering, his skin bristling with Pidgeybumps. Her tease, however, lands well with him chuckling in response, watching her with a lascivious stare as her face reddens.

You look...the way you make me feel... I want to feel that, too...

That's like an injection right into the pleasure center of his brain, not to mention the rush of adrenaline it gives him! The gratification of hearing that, the confirmation of how he satisfies her, and that he leaves her feeling any sort of way...particularly this good? Yeah, it's all it takes to prompt him to move, a desperate and wanting throb pulsing through him from his groin.

Leaning forward, he catches her lips with his, his hand cupping the back of her head as he immediately goes heavy on the kiss. Emphasizing the effects her words had on him. Likewise, he uses this to guide her onto her back, pressing with his other arm on the mattress to lean himself over her.

After a moment, he breaks the kiss, huffing hot air against her soft lips as he smirks, rubbing his nose against hers as he speaks.]

I can take anythin' you want me to, your boy ain't gonna quit till you're satisfied.

Declan offers a small, faintly personable smile. He could say, because you're here and it wouldn't be a big lie.

"You're the only person here I've talked to for more than a minute," he admits.

That is a lie. But he would rather not think about the fact that Joseph Kavinsky is lurking here somewhere. He really wishes Ronan would have considered the possibility that Declan could run into people in relatively short order. He understands wanting to dole out information a little at a time, but this is not the time for that. Not when people might look like his brother, or when specters from Henrietta come back to haunt him.

He weighs the pros and cons before he finally says, "And you know Ronan. I just want to know if he's okay."

[so much for being in control -- one moment he's putty in her hand, the next she's aflutter and breathless, captive to his kiss. and really? she finds she likes both quite a lot, both being so taken and taking in turn. it certainly helped her confidence to see him in such a state, but she really is quite comfortable beneath him, letting him fluster her as he does.

skin aflame again, quickly catching her breath where she can take it, her heart thumps loudly as he affectionately rubs her nose. coupling that with such proud words really gets her in some kind of way, and she finds herself smiling back at him.]

N-neither shall I, of course! For you-- [as if that wasn't obvious, but, look. eloquence and horniness are not close friends. besides, it's easier to punctuate her point by wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him back to her to reciprocate that kiss with some fire of her own.]

To be fair, Zelda doesn't particularly like anyone. Sabrina is her only family tie here and even somedays she like her, either.

"You'd like to get to know me?" She can't really hide the astonishment in her voice. So far, Murphy and Tina were the only mortals who seemed to take any interest in her at all. Or maybe they were the only mortals she had any interest in. "Well, I suppose there isn't anything better to do, is there?"

Sneaky's a good quality. You have fine taste in women, my friend.

[He slinks back into the room and shuts the door behind him.]

Nah man, I can hang. Whatcha up to?

She almost laughs at the coincidence, two insomniacs put into the same room, but it just comes out as a faint snicker instead. Sal's got to wonder, having foregone all of that government housing nonsense, if this is what other imPorts must deal with; strangers coming and going through their living spaces. A constant stream of unfamiliar faces.

"Sounds like it's gonna be a long night then," she says, looking around the room. It's really not bad, all things considered. Hell, she's been in rented rooms in her own world that couldn't offer most of these amenities. Sometimes it was just safer to camp out with her bird, Congeniality.

A random stranger skulking around isn't as bad in comparison. Probably, maybe.

She sighs. "You know, I've heard places like this offer booze sometimes in tiny containers. Do you suppose they left us anything useful like that?"

[Shiro grins against Keith's neck. If they were in their apartment he'd just pick him up one armed. Ah, the draw backs of a public resort.] Really. You're going to have to prove a claim like that.

[He steps back and gestures for Keith to lead the way out of the steam room. Shiro retrieves his sandals, slipping them on. Black is outside somewhere. He isn't checking where right now.

He has other things on his mind.] You've broken a good deal of my records. Let's see you break this one.

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