Routine Maintenence

Posted on Wed Mar 29th, 2023 @ 3:19pm by Olivia Carlyle

547 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Ethics, Morals & The Prime Directive.
Location: Spa

It had taken the majority of the downtime to fix the small issues that had been cropping up just before the engineers swarmed the ship en-masse. Fortunately, the living quarters of those who made their livings aboard the promenade had not been effected overmuch by the issues that plagued the ship itself.

The Spa had been done mostly by herself and a rotating crew of engineers and machinists. The spiral fountain, her nautalis for which the whole spa was named was the center point of the entire water feature in the spa complex. That single spring that fed the main soaking pools was now complete and functional. The single soakers at the innermost spiral even had a function that could give them complete sensory deprivation.

The spa was quite nearly exactly how she'd pictured it in her mind, except for the wings that were separate from the pool complex. She'd almost call it a resort, except there were no bedrooms for rent.

That could be a lucrative thing... Tapping her lips, the blonde thought about the idea of a resort attached to her spa. Pampering, then going to a king sized bed to relax and get room service. It was worth at least considering the numbers on what that kind of traffic would generate. It was possible that such a thing could make her a very rich woman indeed.

But, back to the problem of the rooms that separated from the pool complex. In her eyes, they were dull and boring. The tiles on the walls gave a slight glimmer of light against them even when the rooms were darkened, but she wanted warmth and light. Warmth and light were just as important as luxury and relaxation in the rooms that were used for the private treatment of patients. Tapping her stylus once more against the curve of her lower lip she thought about the problem.

A solution didn't immediately come to her. It was quite disconcerting when such a thing happened to her, as she was she'd thought a creative mind.

"Mind the store" she called back to her assistant. "I'm going to walk the promenade for inspiration."

Her assistant, a taller man who was somewhat similar in size to the much missed Owen waved in acknowledgement. Owen hadn't returned from a shore leave, having fallen in love with a local girl on the colony and stayed. She couldn't begrudge him his happiness, no matter how inconvenient it was for her and her business. He'd been an excellent business partner, and she was sad to lose his expertise.

Slow steps took her through the Promenade, looking through shop windows and facades. Anything could inspire her creative mind if she just gave it enough time to process what she was seeing. Sometimes, just the brisk walk through a space that wasn't 'hers' was enough.

This time though, it took a full winding circuit of three decks before she found what she was looking for. The glow of light through a piece of golden glass, that sent a streak of warm gold light onto the promenade.

"Oh yes, that's Perfect" Olivia's tones rounded with pleasure as she stared through the window at articles of antique stained glass, and modern art pieces that tugged the eye.

"Perfect."

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