[Milliways: Suite 132]

[slayer_fray]

The hot tub in Suite 132 is a truly remarkable feat of plumbing. Easily big enough to accommodate half a dozen people easily, it boasts at least forty subtly different settings, depending on the position of a variety of dials on the side. 'At least' because Mel hasn't quite finished the systematic investigation of quite what it's capable of.

She also hasn't quite worked up the courage to try the big red knob yet.

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[mnt_mike]

Mike, on the other hand, is frothing at the mouth to touch the big, red, candylike knob.

heh....knob.

[slayer_fray]

"I don't suppose you could hold off until I'm not actually in the tub?"

[mnt_mike]

"But...it could be fun! You never know...I mean, nothing this shiney is lacking in fun. It might even be Big F fun."

[slayer_fray]

"It might be Big F lots of things..."

[mnt_mike]

"I like words that start with the Big F."

He's not even looking at Mel anymore. He only has eyes for the big red knob.
This is not news.

[slayer_fray]

"Even when they're merely adjectives?"

Mel pushes herself to the other side of the tub, putting Mike between her and the knob.

[mnt_mike]

"Adjectives are good. I mean, I haven't met an adjective I didn't like.
...
Which ones are adjectives again?"

[slayer_fray]

"Furry, Funky, Fortunate, Fucking painful?"

[mnt_mike]

"And none of those sound Fun to you?"

Slowly, his head turns, and he looks at her, a bright smile plastered on his face. It's a shame he can't call up a halo at will.

[slayer_fray]

She eyes him.

"I'm not falling for that, you know."

[mnt_mike]

"Aww Mel, where's your sense of adventure?"

[slayer_fray]

"I think you killed it with that pasta sauce last night."

Mel looks at him for a couple of seconds and relents.

"You had to break out that look, didn't you?"

[mnt_mike]

"I don't know what you're talking about...."

He moves towards her, intent on pulling her towards the RED KNOB OF DOOM.

[slayer_fray]

Mel makes a half-hearted attempt to move out of his way, but her way is blocked byu the slippery tiled edge of the tub.

[mnt_mike]

Too late for her.
Consider Mel grappled.

"Peer pressure is fun pressure."

[slayer_fray]

"Oh no, what're you going to do?" Mel struggles helplessly.

But she's no match for his manly grappling skills.

[mnt_mike]

"We're going to do this together, because caring is sharing."

[slayer_fray]

"We can't just share our feelings a little more?"

[mnt_mike]

"Feelings are not a Big F adjective."

Closer to the knob....ever closer.

[slayer_fray]

"It's a big F noun," Mel suggests. "Fact, it could be a big F verb..."

[mnt_mike]

"Pleeeeaaaaaase?"

[slayer_fray]

"Eeeemmph!"

Mel makes a squeaky noise of protest, and splashes at him.

"That's not fair. You know I can't say no to that."

[mnt_mike]

"Exactly why it's my not-so-secret weapon."

He takes her splashing hand in his.

"On the count of three?"

[slayer_fray]

"You're evil," she says, but she doesn't protest.

[mnt_mike]

"Evil is never this cute. Rready?

Ooooone.

Twooooooo.

Three."

The knob is turned.

[slayer_fray]

There's a moment of absolute silence. A terrifying second in which the universe itself seems to be holding its breath.

A light next to the knob comes on.

[mnt_mike]

Mike places his head on her shoulder.

"Huh. That was anticlimatic, wasn't it? I mean, it seems a bit much for a simple light switch."

The light begins to blink.

The rumbling that follows is barely audible, and the waves it creates no more than ripples.

[slayer_fray]

Slayer senses are useful, sometimes. Mel looks to Mikey as the rumbling grows, just before her eyes are drawn to the centre of the tub, where the ripples seem to be emanating from a circular oasis of calm.

The light begins to flash slowly.

[mnt_mike]

"You um...think that's supposed to happen?"

A column begins to rise from the bottom of the hot tub.
The flashing light goes solid again, and for a moment all is calm.

"Huh, kind of like Clash of the Titans."

That's when the horn blows.

[slayer_fray]

"CLASH OF THE WHAT?" Mel manages over the horn, which cuts out just in time for the final word to be embarrassingly loud.

One hand is clutching Mike's. The other is grasping water uselessly.

Her scythe is at the other side of the tub.

The column of water begins to spin, picking up speed rapidly.

[mnt_mike]

"It's ... uh how do you turn this thing off?...a movie...yeah a movie."

Mike turns the knob a few more times, trying to get the giant spinning piller of water to go away.

It doesn't work.
Instead the giant spinning piller of water only speeds up, causing the rest of the pool to whirl. There's a nice undertow beginning to form.

[slayer_fray]

Mel grabs on to the side of the tub, only to have her fingers slip off.

"Think we should get out?" she asks, watching as the rubber ducky gets caught in the undertow

[mnt_mike]

"Yeah..that's exactly what I'm thinking."

Mike says a silent prayer for Senior Squeakins, the benevolent dictator of the people, disappears beneath the choppy suface of the water.

[slayer_fray]

Mel reaches and grabs on to one of the taps, pulling herself towards it, and kicking at the seat under the water to get herself out.

[mnt_mike]

You'd think he'd have an easier time with this, what with the fact that he's already got a firm grip on the red candy like tap of swirling water pillar shaped doom, but you'd be wrong. Mike attempts to vault out of the tub, but at the last second the tap turns just a bit more than Mike was expecting.

He loses what little footing he had in the wake of the current.

"Crap..."

[slayer_fray]

Dammit.

"Mikey.." Mel grabs his hand with hers, but her grip on the tap slips just as she does so.

"Uh..." the reminder of the worried phrase is choked off my a mouthful of water.

[mnt_mike]

Normally, this wouldn't be a problem in the slightest. Mike is a great swimmer, and has amazing breath control. Not to mention that he's fantastic under pressure. Or at least, he used to be, as a turtle.

Something he's never felt before snaps on in his brain, and Mike is suddenly very much afraid of drowning. His knuckles whiten as his grip on Mel's hand increases.

Then he opens his mouth to call out to her, and finds himself with a lung full of water for his troubles.

[slayer_fray]

It's the expression on his face that hurts Mel. She's not going to let anything happen to him.

Clinging to his hand and wraps both arms around him. She has time to take a deep breath before she's pulled under with him.

Calmly, not even thinking to panic, she wraps her ankles around his to straighten their legs and make the descent easier, and places her mouth over his to give him some of the air.

This has to wash out somewhere, right?