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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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Finn glances over and- Oh, yeah! That looks really neat. He tilts his head, observing the action going on in there. "That does look nice. I've never thought about going to a professional place..."

Huh...

"Want to come with?" She does. He knows.

She does, ugh! She gives a pained, longing look over to it, making a pained, longing sound.

"Yeah, but..." She makes another sound, whinier. "But I don't want strangers picking at my hands Finn they just healed and they still look gross and flakyyyyy...!"

He looks at her hands, more than happy to see that they're back to normal. Though, he doesn't think they're as bad off as she's claiming.

"I think they look great! But aren't these places all about... I don't know, healthy skin and nails and stuff? They're here to fix flaky things. Not that your hands are flaky. They're great. I mean other people's." Really.

She scoffs. Whatever! She knows the truth your sweet words can't hide!

"Okay, Finn. Yeah, just...make the first impression on someone them bowed over my gross cuticles. That's not embarrassing!"

Never mind that it's literally their job to do exactly as she said.

"They're not gross." They look like perfectly fine cuticles to him!

"And first impressions are always about attitude, you know? No matter how your nails and hands may look now, they're going to be ten times when they're done... Maybe just five times because they already look great."

He's not actually doing it to be sweet. He's just still scared of her... But it has the added bonus of being sweet!

She clicks her tongue and lets out an exasperated huff, lightly swatting at his arm. Staaahhhhp it! It's cute, but it's gotta compete with a lot of self-loathing!

"I will bet you anything that not even five minutes in, they leave out of discomfort or revulsion."

This is, at least, not her outright refusing anymore.

Hmm. Finn hums to himself and bites his bottom lip, clearly thinking.

"All right. I'll bet you... a free manicure. If they do that, then I'll do your nails myself for... a week? Two weeks? Two weeks. I could use the practice. Anyway, if they don't, then you have to be subjected to a professional manicure with people who I assume are completely professional and nice."

Oh Stars, he sure hopes so.

How's that sound?

The next scoff is less whiny and more amused as she flashes him a wry kind of look.

"Wait, so. What do I have to do if it goes the way you say? I already do your nails now and then, so that isn't really much, is it?"

Hmm... "Uhhhhh..."

This is harder than he thought. It's not like he wants to pick something that she actively doesn't want to do. "You... have to... buy me lunch?"

... Did he do betting right?

She rolls her eyes, but looks back at him with a fond smirk.

"For a week," she adds, getting out of her seat. "Yes, fine. That's fair enough, I suppose. But you do need to work on your bargaining for future gains, Finn."

For a week. All right, he'll accept that.

His shoulders fall, and he offers his own smile. "I'm still practicing... Come on. You decide what color would look best on me. I still have trouble with that."

"Yes, you do," she agrees, waiting for him to get up. "But it's really more about what you like? I guess."

But that'd mean not caring what other people think about you, and that's not how Cecelia operates. In fact, that bit of snark and confidence ebbs off the very second they walk into the parlor, and she winds up timidly behind Finn as a buffer to the technicians greeting them.

"It is," he agrees as he's opening the door for them. "But I like every color."

He likes this treatment, too. Finn smiles wide and greets the workers, before being ushered along. He keeps his pace slow enough and his distance from the technicians far enough for Cecelia to stay behind him as long as she likes.

"What were you thinking about?" he asks, half turning to look at her with a smile. "Just hand stuff? They do foot stuff, too."

He loves this.

"Omigods no," she assures as they're ushered to sit down at the little stations next to each other. "My feet are ticklish and that's weird to me." She hesitates, making the briefest of eye contact with the woman across from her before flushing and hastily adding, "But! But you might like it? I don't know. Try it. Tell me how it goes."

"I might," Finn happily answers, totally oblivious to what the staff may or may not think of him. He's having the literal time of his life as he sits down and cranes his neck around the boutique, getting a look at everything.

"We should go to these more often. This is amazing."

It's really charming, seeing how charmed Finn is with the whole operation; it gives Cecelia a bit of a pass to admire some things with a little less cynicism herself.

"Yes, well...it is nice to be doted on without it being forced upon you on the street, right?" She relents and lets the technician take her hand and start cleaning, looking about, too, her eyes settling on the display of custom nail designs. Gods, but some of the options are tacky...Finn will probably love them.

She points them out with a jutting of her chin.

"Did you see those? You could pick from those, too. They're much more, ah...intricate than what I do."

Finn hadn't had to fight off the paparazzi in a while. He'd long since stopped being polite and just teleported away when someone with a camera spotted him. So it took him a beat too long to realize what Cecelia meant and, by the time he realized, he was already distracted by the display.

... Oh my. "Those look really impractical," Finn murmurs to himself, meaning the ones that were blatantly fake nails, way too long for a guy who had to work at an aquarium the next morning. He kinda really wanted to try them, though, mostly because they were impractical.

But his eyes roved down to some that were less-... Well, just less. "Ooh, those have stars. How do they do that? Can we do that? Can I get that?"

"Of course you can," she insists, a bit louder to drown out the soft and stifled chuckles of their technicians. Look, just because she's endeared to her friend's wonder doesn't mean the staff's allowed to be; he's her friend, not theirs! Take your jobs seriously and stay out of the moment!

"Pick something dark so they pop. Black or dark blues." Gods but he loves his blue.

He does love his blue. Finn bites his lip as he looks over the options but... he knows what he's getting.

"Black. With the stars," he clarifies to the technician filing down his nails as if what he wants isn't obvious enough. But then he looks at Cece. "Shouldn't I get something colorful, though? What are you getting?"

"Maybe just paint...certainly nothing long and claw-like glued on." She gives him a pointed look that says you know what I mean but also don't talk about it.

"Why don't you pick the color, since I always do. Surprise me, let me judge your taste."

He does kinda like the claw ones. The problem is, he'll have to schedule vacation time just to get them done.

But until then, he's going to low-key panic about having to choose Cecelia's nail color. Finn squints between her face and her hands, trying to think of something complimentary. "... Reeeeeed- Yellow. Like light yellow? No, red... Or green."

He's usually good at decisions but not the kind that might upset her. "Okay, no, I'm settling on red. A candy red. What do you think?"

Candy red. Red, as her hair is read? She smirks, half a mind to note that it'd just make her skin look redder on top of it! But he looks very earnest and...and worried about getting it wrong? Gods, man, how old are you?! It's just paint. Paint that can wash off.

"Red it is, then." She nods to the technician. "Candy red, as he said," she adds, her mouth quirking as she glances back Finn's way.

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you're right i am short ;; BUT IM NOT THE SWEETEST IN THIS THREAD ♥♥♥

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