Monaco Bay Weyr - Amphitrite's Day Spa
A stone walkway leads up to the spa building, which is a two-tiered affair, carefully constructed to withstand all sorts of poor weather. A sign out front declares this area to be the Spa, with large, shutter-framed windows in the lobby to let natural light in. The lobby is sectioned off into two regions: one side is the waiting room, where one signs up to be allowed entrance, while the other side is more of a store, with plenty of self-care items on sale, as well as a smoothie bar for those that want something cool and refreshing to drink.
Visitors to the spa side will be given a robe and slippers to wear through their journey, guided by professionals and caring staff-members to their chosen destination. There are several rooms in the spa section, the building a sprawling one, but efficiently designed. Within, one will find all manner of pampering pleasure: massage tables (heated stones optional), hot springs to lounge in, a sauna to sweat it out, and cold baths and showers to reinvigorate the body once all that hot business is done.
Upstairs, a further assortment of activities can be found, ranging from light exercise lessons to a salon that does hair, makeup, and even manicures and pedicures. Meditation is another option, with a few rooms set aside for those who just desire a quiet space to relax in. Between the two floors, any sort of pampering a person desires can be found. Everything is colored in calming hues and decorated with peaceful art of all sorts, with aromatherapy and soft music lending to a uniquely soothing atmosphere.
With summer arriving at Monaco the resort is in full swing. No one actually asked for any extra help at the spa but for whatever reason Reya is here - working. Or at least pretending to work. Currently she's flitting around with a box of hot wet towels and handing them out to different patrons. For the moment, the Weyrwoman hasn't caused any trouble but that may not last for much longer. There are just too many things here that are tempting enough to occupy her time!
Helmi is working. He is totally working. Nevermind that his usual duties involve providing surfing lessons to the tourists and not wearing the fluffiest of terry robes while flirting. When he catches sight of the weyrwoman there is a deepening frown, as he is about to be caught, looking rather desperately for a place to hide.
Reya's gaze comes to rest on a very guilty looking Helmi and in that moment she hones in like a predator. "You look like you've got /tons/ of free time!" There's a particularly mischievous look as she inserts herself into the poor man's conversation with whoever he's flirting with. "Hot towel? Spa treatment? Perhaps a change in hair color?" She doesn't even allow an answer to the first question before she's spouting off several more.
Helmi instinctively tightens the robe around himself all but stuttering for a moment as he all but squeaks, "Towel?" "I think my hair is just fine thank you." Exit, exit, he's scanning for the exit. "Was trying to tempt a few of the lasses into surfing lessons but it's a dead calm today."
Reya purses her lips slightly, watching as he tightens the robes and then looks up at him, "Contraband?" Because clearly that is everyone's first thougth? "Now why would you tempt them into surfing lessons when they're in the spa? You'd have to tempt them in before that way they can relax here afterwards!" She holds out one of the hand towels to him and then mimes wiping her own hands and face, "It's for /relaxing/, which you're definitely not."
"No." Tighter goes that robe. "And that would maybe be the more logical approach." He hedges after a few moment before taking the towel to wipe his face and hands. "I was trying to - relax I mean. Away goes the one he was flirting with, back to whatever treatment she'd been getting. "What about you, Lady. Shouldn't you be relaxing instead of working or do you just work all the time?"
"I'm not going to /bite/ you, unlike that sea creature. Relax!" Reya shoots a devlish grin at the man before passing off her basket of towels to one of the passing workers that /actually/ belong here. "Me? Work! When have you ever seen me work? this is just for fun - I get to mingle. Surely you could use /one/ treatment right? C'mon, I'll give it to you on the house." She probably doesn't have that kind of power.
"A man can never be too careful." He notes of the biting, or more accurately the grin that spells trouble. Seeing little in the way of alternatives he sighs. "Fine - do as you will." He probably can't run fast enough to escape any how, right? "What did you have in mind."
Reya's expression transforms into /absolute/ delight when Helmi agrees and she'll attempt to grab his arm and drag him over to one of the salon chairs. "You sure you don't want a change in hair color? I've heard of this thing called frosted tips and I'm pretty sure they'd look great on you." Or horrible. "Or I could do your nails. OR some kind of wrap."
"I'm gonna regret this, aren't I." He sighs allowing himself to be dragged over to the chair. Swallowing as he makes that sort of decision that most men know they will come to regret, if not why they will regret it. "Whatever your heart desires Lady. As long as I get back in time for dinner."
"Why? You got fancy dinner plans?" Reya reaches for a spray bottle while asking the question and then proceeds to thoroughly drench his hair. Unfortunately it's only /after/ she's done this that she realizes she should give him one of those smocks to keep him and his robe pristine. WHOOPS! "Sorry…uh…here." She'll casually grab one of the black, plastic-like drapes and pull it around him. "You know….you're putting up less of a fight than I thought you would. Also - Reya is fine! Though Lady has a nice ring to it. Quite sophisticated." Which she is not.
Helmi snorts, "I don't know about fancy, but going hungry because you missed the last call for food is never fun." Hair and robe drenched… he sighs as the black smock is added over the now wet robe. "Well I could put up a fight and draw unwanted attention to it, but I learned with my older sisters, it's best to pick your battles. " He nods, "Reya then. Do you often come to torm- I mean aid the customers here?" A sparkle in those hazel eyes.
"Don't worry, if you miss dinner i'll feed you as thanks for letting me play with your hair!" A pause. "Not that I'm going to cook, but somewhere around here will." Reya grins broadly before putting her hands on his head. She pushes inwards with her palm, attempting to fashion a fauxhawk on top of his head. "Only when I'm bored, and only when someone deserves to be messed with! You /were/ kind of asking for it, I mean the moment I look your way and you just start looking freaked out! What else was I supposed to do?" Briefly she flits away, only to return with some sort of substance in a little container. Faranth knows who she got it from.
Helmi laughs, "Fair enough, I was midly concerned that you might try to hand me another of those white knots or ask to see more scars or ink or tattle on me. " He admits wryly, "You find running an entire weyr full of crazy boring?" Glancing at the mirror and studying the attempted Fauxhawk with brows raised. He eyes the container suspiciously for a moment, taking enough time to shrug out of the wet robe the instant she flits away, depositing it in a bin with a wet shlop sound. Unfortunately she returns before he can claim another so the smock will have to do. For now.
Reya's response only comes after her return and she uses the mirror to shoot him a mishievous look, "Well - I /won't/ tattle on you if I'm allowed to see the ink and scars again. How about /that/?" She quickly tosses her gaze to the robe that's been disposed of before turning it back to Helmi, "Look - you're already doing half the work for me!" She doesn't go prying at the drape however but instead takes a small amount of gloop and begins applying it throughout his hair. "We /are/ on the search for candidates though, Faranth knows we'll have plenty of eggs. How do you feel about blue?" Is she talking about hair color or dragons? Answer unclear.
Helmi snorts, "If you were really nice, you'd give me one to replace the one you drenched." He teases, before shrugging, "It's a pretty color, the color of the sky and the color of the sea on a clear day." He frowns, "If you need them that badly I suppose I could scorch my feet again, but I'd rather not get stuck in those barracks again until I have to. I've never heard so much snoring." Cue a shiver. "Do they often let you play with the guests?"
"Did I ever say I was a nice person?" Whether she did or not, she doesn't seem intent on following up by giving him another. "Besides, nice is boring." She continues to apply the cold gloop in his hair, occasionally giving his scalp a little massage before reaching for a second container of colored stuff that's in her pocket. Unfortunately for him, the vial /does/ look blue, "I'm not going to force you, but it wouldn't be a bad idea to try again." She'll shoot him a quick wink before glancing around, "No - but they're busy enough that stopping me isn't worth the hassle."
"No you did not. I was foolish and assumed, very unwise of me." He notes rubbing his arms to rid himself of the goosepimiples. "It's nice - the scalp massage." He admits before talk of sands comes round again. " I promise to think about it, but I do enjoy my life as a beach bum." Does he go a little pale as she mentions she hasn't done this before… maybe. Does he make effort to stop her? Nope.
"Very unwise indeed, but this probably isn't the /worst/ assumption you could make." Reya grins, using her figners to press at his scalp a bit more with one hand while emptying the vial with her other hand. She continues the tiny massage, working the solution all through his hair as she does so, and then finally slicking it all back. Once she's done this, she'll hold up both /very/ blue hands for him to look at. "I think this'll be a nice color on you." It's a darker blue, but the highlights she's putting in will definitely be noticeable. In theory they shouldn't look /too/ bad though? At least it isn't neon blue. "That does sound nice though, just bumming around the beach. I should do that more. R'en can take care of some of my work!" As if he doesn't have plenty to do already!
Helmi blinks at the color a moment, and manages a smile, "Its very blue." He grins, "Isn't that what a weyrleader's for? Paperwork and work? He seems competent enough from what I've heard." A shrug. "Monaco's a big weyr isn't it?"
"Exactly, Weyrleader's are there to take over for Weyrwomen when they slack off. Good point!" Reya grins at Helmi before disappearing to quickly wash her hands in a sink. After that she'll pull up a chair and adopt a casual posture while waiting for the hair dye to do its magic. "Monaco /is/ a big Weyr. And it'll be bigger soon with all the new dragonets which means more people to go to the resort and much much more fun."
Helmi laughs, "I almost feel sorry for the man, except that most men bring it on themselves in a position like that." A puff of breath at a stray strand that threatened to streak his face blue. "You seem to be happy with it at the very least, is it normal for so many queens to rise so close together?" He wonders with a knit of his brows.
"Frankly, I'm surprised he hasn't run already but he's a responsible guy. Used to be a stick in the mud, bit better now. He's still fun to annoy." Reya grins broadly for a second before grimacing a little, "Not really? I mean we've had a few close ones but this sort of thing actually hasn't happened before. I'm not entirely sure how it's going to go…" For just a brief second the woman looks seriously worried, but the next moment she's shrugging. "I'm sure it'll work out though!"
"Sometimes, on rare occasions it's a good thing to be a stick in the mud, someone's got to play the responsible party after all." He teases, though the mention of the dragons all rising at once makes him thoughtful. "Who knows maybe its just that thing that females do where everyone living in the same house seems to sync up with one another." He shrugs, "Are the Junior queens close? I remember the one really loud one." Which one is that exactly, this. is. Monaco, after all. He starts to scratch his scalp but stops short of touching the gloopy hair. "Is it supposed to burn?"
"Good thing we have R'en then, if you want you can help him be the responsible one. I definitely won't be!" She winks over at Helmi for a moment before chuckling, "Guess that could be it - fuerioth seems to be the exception but…I'll watch from afar. I'm not sure if they're close per say, I kind of tend to stay out of dragon business." Her expression has been relaxed thus far, but Helmi's next words suddenly lead to a frown. "It's burning? They said it'd be fine….C'mon, let's get it washed off." As much as she enjoys mischief, this wasn't part of the plan!
"I think I meant the humans rather than the dragons and spoke poorly." He notes sheepish with a chuckle, "It's not a bad burn… I just don't know if that means it's working or that it should come out." He admits letting himself be guided over to a spot where it can be rinsed. "Your going to braid it into pigtails aren't you." Someone grew up with sisters.
"OH! Oh…I think everyone gets along pretty well." Reya goes about quickly rinsing his hair, though she does have the decency to make sure the water isn't frigid. "Honestly, I'm not sure either but burning doesn't sound fun." It's a good thing they eventually got the drape on otherwise the poor beach bum would be soaked. "I'm probably closest to Jaz, but I feel like we're all friends. Though I never actually asked them…maybe I should." She grabs a towel once the rinsing is finished and slips it onto his shoulders to prevent too much water dripping when they head back to the chair. "Pigtails? I'm not three you know." The Weyrwoman grins a bit before tugging at the hairtie on her wrist, "One braid leading into a ponytail with a few flowers tucked in though…that's definitely happening." Where is she getting the flowers? Unclear.
Helmi laughs, as she starts toweling off his hair. "I suppose I can sit still for that, and take it as punishment for slacking off for the day, I'll leave it in even, but you have to promise to come out for surfing lessons sometime." Seems reasonable enough right? "If they all are friends then it should be fine then right?" He has no idea but sounds hopeful. "Do you enjoy it? Being weyrwoman I mean."
"Really?" Reya looks excited for a second before narrowing her eyes slightly, "You're not just offering them so you can laugh every time I wipe out are you?" To be fair, it isn't as if she's actually done /him/ any kind of favor with her hair makeover. "I'm just not sure how it'l lbe on the sands, it's hot and crowded and dragons can get kind of touchy so….I guess we'll see?" She continues to towel off his hair, waiting to style it until it isn't completely soaked. Plus it'd be nice to see the color! "I like the freedom, which is a weird thing to say because there's also a lot of stuff tying me down but….I can just go for things, you know? Like build a giant waterslide! Or replace all the wing uniforms!"
Helmi snorts. "Well I can't say I won't laugh, but surfing is something I think anyone should enjoy. I'm kind of impressed your islander queen hasn't offered yet - isn't the … destructive one originally from Blackmoon as well?" Relaxing under her hands as she works, there's something nice about having your hair played with after all. "No that makes perfect sense." He frowns, "Are you going to make me wear a uniform that matches my hair if I do the candidate thing again?"
"I think most of them are busy with their kids, but maybe I should just ask anyways. I hadn't actually thought of it." To be fair, Reya doesn't think of a /lot/ of things, the woman mostly lives on impulse. Once his hair is dries, the Weyromwan begins carefully braiding his hair at the left temple. "What do you think of the color?" Blue streaks now litter his brown hair, not looking entirely horrible but also clearly not done by a professional. /She/ seems to love it. "Mmmm, maybe! I want to make mesh uniforms but apparently I'm not allowed to have /that/ much freedom." For good reason.
Helmi nearly chokes. Is it the word Mesh or the color of his hair? Time will tell. "Not too bad, might have looked better against black rather than my brown but it is interesting, I imagine it will look pretty cool in a braided style." He notes with a smile, not commenting on the uniforms.
"Should we color the rest of your hair black? Oh but then it'd be so dark, I think it'll look nice in the braid too." Reya continues working until a green flit pops out from *between* right in front of Helmi's face. Suddenly an array of flowers are dumped into his lap and the lizard is gone just as quickly. "These will be /perfect/." To add to the array of colors on the surfer's head are purple flowers.
Helmi chuckles softly. "I think Lady Reya, that we are beyond that now, but should you like to experiment again we can try it." Hands wave at the green blur for a few startled moments before he notices the array of flowers dumped into his lap. "One of those firelizards folk keep about?" He asks as she starts adding the flowers. "They'll sit pretty against the blue." He admits.
"Next time then, I won't forget that you said I could try it again!" Reya beams excitedly, now taking the flowers and deftly weaving then through his hair. He's accurate when he discusses how the colors will look together, surprsingly this experiment isn't turning out horribly. He'll probably get some odd looks but not because it looks /bad/. Just - out of place. "Mhm, I have a few. They're handy for bringing things if you train them properly. Fuerioth mostly keeps mine in line."
Helmi chuckles, "I don't doubt that, Just like I won't forget that you promised to let me teach you to surf." So things will go even in that regard. "Never really thought of the buggers as useful, Though I suppose without a dragon they are harder to train." Watching her expression as she works. "I suppose I'll be the prettiest man on the beach?"
"I always keep a promise…eventually! Hopefully sooner rather than later. I'd even say now but then we'd ruin your hair!" And the mere thought of that has Reya frowning. She's a reactive person, her expressions shifting constantly to display exactly what's on her mind. The Weyrwoman doesn't hide things, but sometimes it can make for a quite distracting conversation. "Plenty of people have them though, so it can't be that hard. Just gotta have a lot of food with you!" Finally she finishes up her styling and steps back, nodding several times at his question. "/Definitely/ the prettiest man on the beach by a longshot!"
Helmi grins, "Well we wouldn't want to ruin the lovely work you've already done." He tilts his head, "Flower braids of firelizards?" He asks before glancing around, "Well I suppose I should go show this off as it's time to eat." Grinning and offering an arm. "Would you care to join me?"
"Firelizards, not everyone has a flower braid which is why you'll attract all the right kinds of attention!" Reya replies to his grin with one of her own and quickly hooks her arm in his. It's safe to say that the psa staff are /very/ happy to see the Weyrwoman distracted by something else. It'll mean a little less chaos here and a little more outside.