[voice]

[metallurgicy]

[crashing sounds, from careless rummaging, and the "plack plack plack" of a very distinctive third footstep]

I told the apartment manager this wouldn't work when he set it up! His need for a mechanic who can fix-- broken plumping-- it's put my life in danger!

[the loud shuffling of something, presumably a towel and presumably around his head

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[voice]

[threetimesaday]

[Delighted giggling and self-applause.]

[metallurgicy]

What's wrong with you?

[voice]

[threetimesaday]

Oh, fffff. [Speech dissolves into gurgling.]

[metallurgicy]

Huh?

Get out of the water.

[voice]

[threetimesaday]

[Silence, then splashing. She's actually doing as she's told. For once.]

Floor's wet!

[voice]

[metallurgicy]

Use a towel.

[voice]

[threetimesaday]

[Very chipper.] Towels aaaall wet!

[voice]

[metallurgicy]

[voice] she's almost trying to be helpful!

[threetimesaday]

... Ceiling's dripping too.

[metallurgicy]

Great.

[voice]

[threetimesaday]

Yeah.

[metallurgicy]

You know how long that's going to take to fix?!

[voice]

[threetimesaday]

[Deep breathe, like she's actually about to answer properly.] Don't really caaaare.

[voice]

[metallurgicy]

Of course you don't. As if you would.

[voice]

[threetimesaday]

So there's water all over everything. Do something. Charybdis is cold.

[voice]

[metallurgicy]

I'll call a service and turn the heater up. Get dressed and... Get a blanket or something.