revivalproject | Spa Day

WHO: Catra, Tony, OTA (come find either of them in this state, and/or join the spa day)
WHERE: The Hot Springs, Temba
WHAT: Spa Day
WHEN: early/mid month
WARNINGS: TBD

With how often things seemed to blow up in the forge it shouldn't have been a surprise, but this particular occasion had left the both of them coated in a greasy smoke that clung stubbornly to their skin.

Catra was adamant that she hadn't caused the explosion, blaming it on the D.A.T.A. unit, though the truth was she maaaay have had something to do with it. She wouldn't have touched anything if she knew she'd wind up like this. Especially when Tony insisted the only way to get it off was a proper bath. Catra had protested, ready to live out her days like this rather than be subjected to that torture, but Tony tried to sweeten the deal by promising they'd make a day of it. A whole 'spa' experience.

And now that the horrors of the bath were done, Catra sat sulking beside the spring in some sort of face mask, hair up in a towel, nails painted and filed, with strange spacers between her toes, and cumato slices over her eyes. She turned her head towards Tony and grumbled- "When is the fun supposed to start?"

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By now Celty was a regular to the hot springs. She just usually didn't find other people here, which suited her just fine, given her...state of being, but ever since being locked up with everyone she'd decided it was easier not to be so rigid about it. At least the people who had discovered her true nature hadn't been absolutely horrified by it. Or at least she hoped they weren't.

Footsteps sound from the caverns, but given her shadow-black bodysuit it was probably difficult to even get a good look at who had arrived. She had her helmet tucked under an arm as she casually walked towards the pools of water and stopped as she realized it wasn't going to be a private session.

Catra's ears picked up the unfamiliar footsteps, twitching expectantly as she waited for them to announce themselves in some way.

"...did Tony rope you in for the Spa Day?" she prompted, cumato slice slipping as she spoke and drooping down until she pushed it back into place. "We have more goop, right?" she asked Tony.

Tony's ears were not nearly sensitive, and he had sunk down into the warmth of the water until Catra's voice was a distant murmuring when she did suddenly speak. His brow pinched in irritation, but then she was talking again and he had to at least open his eyes to glare at her for intruding on his compiling.

That was when he flinched, startled much more awake by the looming, headless shadow, splashing as he flung on arm back to hook over the rock and ready to haul himself back and out. Luckily, that was as far as he got, his other hand going to his pounding heart to reassure it that this was a familiar, looming, headless shadow, not one that was about to possess Catra. As far as he knew. "You really have to stop doing that, warn a guy, start introducing some colour into the wardrobe, gold, maybe," he complained with a small illustrative gesture of his hand to his own much less intimidating suit. The towel that had been twisted around his head sloughed over into the water, and he frowned at it, letting it slowly sink onto his knee. It was going to be a cold trip back out of the cave.

An actual cat girl? At least Celty's staring wasn't so obvious. Hopefully Catra wouldn't fly into a panic like Tony once she noticed what was missing. Speaking of which... Somehow Tony might get the impression that he was getting a flat look from the dullahan, despite the absence of obvious features. She turned back towards Catra, turning over the earlier question. Spa day?

Now that Celty took the situation in, she could see that they'd definitely planned for this outing. Stooping down, she set her helmet on the ground before stepping closer to the edge of the steaming pools. Shadows swirled around her, her riding suit warping, changing to reveal more skin as it shifted into a modest, black one-piece bathing suit.

Her tablet in hand, the headless woman tapped at the screen before turning it to the other two.

[Obviously I didn't get the memo about a spa day. You don't mind if I join?]

Looking (?) over at Tony and the expression he was making at his soggy towel, she held a hand up to form a black towel, setting it on his head. It didn't feel like a towel to be sure, but it was oddly solid and soft enough, not to mention dry.

Spa Day

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