"That's okay. The treatment I have in mind then should have fairly noticeable effects in a matter of days, and be complete by the end of this month. You might feel moderate disorientation from your body plan shifting, experience tingling in your skin. You'll feel more emotional, more sensitive, and your weight will redistribute, and you might experience disruptions in your ability to dissociate, alongside a variety of effects reducing the oiliness of your body and your body hair production. It's possible that you'll experience some discomfort around the shape of your face and lips changing and adapting to emoting and talking using your new mouth configuration - that's normal. Your default vocal range will shift, too, though it's relatively likely that you'll have an enhanced vocal range at the end of the process as well, though in some cases patients will end up without the lower range as available as before. You might notice your sweat, urine and scent change - that's another normal part of the process, though I'd add that's another area that you should consult a beautician on, if you wish to tweak the end-result."

"Is that all acceptable to you?"

I nod a little shakily. 

Of course it's okay it's exactly what I wanted - half that stuff is just part of the parcel and obviously it'll be a bit of a fuss to change but yes please please - 

A simple pill jar, with the same effects written along the bottle, drops from the cieling and clicks satisfyingly into her hand. 

"To take one dose a day - the schedule isn't especially particular, but a regular schedule or one dictated by the serendipity matrix is ideal. Still, I'd appreciate your affirmation that you've all thought through this and consent to the effects of this medication." 

I sigh softly. 

"I do." 

"As do I!"

"And I."

"And yes, even I. This seems like a more... solid place to go from, even if it'll itch at times." 

"'nd yeah the rest of 's too - don't wanta get stuck rattlin' it off a bajillion times but."

"Quite understandable." 

She offers the bottle. 

I nab it, and turn and walk away. 

"Ty. Call back if need 'nythin'."

I pant out softly as Ruby lets me control that for the moment, before getting her to steady my hands enough to open the jar and revealing the glossy red pills inside. 

I tuck the jar awkardly in a pocket, and roll the pill around in my hand. 

We're fuckin' doin' this.

It's in my ear, almost, and I can half-feel the spittle landing against my shoulder and cheek as she enunciates. 

I nod, smiling and little wider, and slip the pill in as I walk to wherever our quarters are. 

This time it's more natural, the simple procession of the moments arises and falls as my eyes flutter close, trying to savour the alien feeling of the taste of it on my tongue, even if it seems like it ought to be something that you could simply use a more prosaic binder for. 

It tastes like nigh-on-forgotten dreams and the faintest touch of cherry wrought in gelatin, and even though there's nothing overt...

There's something of a spring on our step as we feel out the plush carpet beneath our feet and open our eyes to behold the room. 

It's a place of vaulted glass - gleaming, shimmering crismon blending into cool cyan sheets of light twining together into a deep magenta along the entrance, yellow and gold and bronze lighting the far side in the place that suggest a bathroom, and rust and silver and steel accenting the sharp light of the closet aside the obsidian shelled bed. 

It's rather beautiful.

I take a moment to stretch out against the cool air, and smell the honey-suckle sweet scent of the incense wafting through the air, to see the streams of flicking fading dust in the cascading lights, to listen to the calm trickle of soothing water in the channels engraved along the velvet red carpet and finely polished stone, and sink into the shaded cocoon of the bed, resting into the pure white silken sheets. 

Oo can we bounce on the bed? 

...Of course. 

If the systems work how they say they do, then there's no need to worry about being interrupted so...

Firstly, I shrug off my clothes - shirt falling to the wayside and taking off my pants to nestle comfortably against the sheets. 

They're soft, and there's probably some esosteric system making it all the more right, but right now....

I can't say I especially care, when I can have that all wrapped around me.

...I should probably read up on these things? 

I shake my head, and nestle deeper beneath the sheets. 

mmmmmmmmm...

This is supposed to be a cruise, right? 

The point-of-contact girl kept on going on about experiences, and it's a year long thing. There's no point in not going for a chance to rest, especially since there's no superpowers available yet to play with. 

Uh-uh!

I bet they totally have cool rigs to play with here! Might have some fancy power armour and some wacky tech and magic tricks to do! 

I roll my eyes affectionately. 

You know what I mean. There's nothing we'll keep right now to use. 

Yeah...

Our hands press against our thighs, as if to reassure me that I'm still there.

It's okay. 

I tug the sheets in closer around me. 

...Does the computer respond to verbal requests?