Spa at the Monastery, St. John's, Newfoundland & Labrador, Tuesday Morning & Afternoon

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It had become colder overnight. The odd raincloud drifted past, drizzling on the area until it decided to go its merry way again.

While there was plenty to do in town, the hotel's facilities were still open and available to anyone who decided to stay in rather than head down to the project or explore the town. Spa treatments, good food, and

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Spa at the Monastery - Spa

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Want to squeeze in for a quick soak in the pool, get your hair done, or do cardio? The titular spa is open for business.

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[willbethenight]

Bruce was going to hit the spa's treadmills bright and early all week and see if he could wear them out. It was unlikely, sure, but a guy had to have goals.

Anyway, that's what he was doing right now, before it was time to go to the building project.

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[inaskinnyway]

Susan didn't often pamper herself. She thought it was, for the most part, pointless. But she figured if she was someplace with spa right in the name, maybe they could do something with her hair for once.*

She didn't realize anything was wrong until the hairstylist screamed and backed away. Susan, being Susan, calmly decided there couldn't possibly be anything in the foot of space between her head and the hairstylist's working space to be afraid of, so she opened her mouth to ask what was wrong-

And caught sight in the mirror of her hair unwinding from what had just been done to it, resuming its normal slightly electrocuted look. All on its own.**

Well. That was new.

Managing to keep herself nice and calm in the face- so to speak- of self-styling hair, Susan gave the stylist a half-hearted smile and said, "Bad hair day."

*Spoiler: Not possible.
**See?

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[dabblinginbitch]

True to her word, Ramona was not working on the thingie today, but instead getting her nails done.

And her feet wrapped.

And her face facialed.

And her hair relaxed, which was the only downside. When all was said and done and she looked in the mirror, she gave a little gasp of displeasure. "What did you do?"

"I...thought you wanted me to take it all out," the stylist said, frowning. "You said to give you the works. That's your natural hair color!"

Ramona was on vacation, with no dye, and newly-brunette hair.

Fucking Canada.