I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity, who uses a machete to cut through red tape.

[burnedbrighter]

Who: Azula, Open to All
What: Just another day at the spa, because you deserve it.
Where: The New Image Day Spa.
When: After the Mini Arena.

In truth Azula suspected she spent far too much time at the Spa. But once a week was reasonable for someone who lived such a stressful life wasn't it?

Her favorite spa was always ready for her, always acted with absolute professionalism. She felt like royalty as she breezed through the doors and the greeters bowed politely taking her coat and guiding her immediately deeper into the building.

In a fit of charity, and a desire to connect deeper with her tributes she's invited a few to join her but she's not sure if or when they'll show up. For now she allows the staff to lead her from one room to the next, full body massage, seaweed wrap, and a trip to the open air mineral water hot springs to completely relax the body and pull out all the toxins and stress that built up in any busy persons life.

After the soak in the hot spring would begin the building up process again. Manicures and painting, hair styling and make up all to make sure that when you left the building you were stunning and beautiful. Depending on how you were dressed you might be ready for a night on the town (Presuming you had your curfew pass)

Today though Azula's plans were entirely focused on the spa and then returning to the tribute center. No more work outs, no more parties. She had to re-evaluate her plans. Things weren't progressing very much at all and it was starting to bother her. Her tributes had seemed to peek in both skill and ambition. Financial donors were getting bored and worst of all? She had joined the resistance months ago and hadn't come upon anything of use she could turn into an offering for them to prove her loyalty.

She was dedicated to the cause of changing the Capitol, she just didn't have a clue how to do it.

This would be an excellent place to think, she was sure of it.

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[burnedbrighter]

Normally Azula hates being told she doesn’t know something almost as much as being corrected. It’s her stubborn pride and short temper.

But this place has been carefully chosen for it’s ability to keep her calm. Even sinking to her shoulders in hot water doesn’t stir up her hydrophobia thanks to how many times she’s been here. She lets her eyes drift closed and tilts her head back resting it on the edge of the spring.

“Then enlighten me please. I hesitate to pry into the lives of my tributes if only because you’ve expressed desires to keep such things out of the public eye, but if it’s going to influence how I see you then perhaps it would be more beneficial to fill me in more?” She offered hopefully.

Azula was hardly the type for gossip. Gathering knowledge was always more important to her then sharing it.