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By Guppy's body clock, it's about one in the morning when he comes into the infirmary, primarily to see if he can find a towel for the cat that isn't already drenched.
He puts Scampi down on the bed and opens the door into the infirmary bathroom, noticing just as he has tugged the handle that there seems to be water slowly trickling out from underneath it. A small wave of water rushes out of the door.
"Oh crap." He splashes through about an inch of water over to one of the sinks, where one of the pipes has been quietly spurting for the last hour.
Okay, now what do I do?
He looks around for some sort of stop tap, but can't see one anywhere in the vicinity. Going back into the main infirmary he fails to spot anything there either. Already rather damp, he heads back to the pipe and grasps it firmly, trying to pull it back into allignment.
He struggles with it for about ten minutes, getting soaked to the skin. Finally there is a small crack and the pipe slots back in, leaving only a small break, from which the flow of water becomes a drip.
Guppy stands up and wrings out his shirt, surveying the mess in front of him. He sticks a rubber glove over the small hole, puts a bucket underneath and starts mopping up the rest.
[ooc: Minor modification to infimary cleared with Batya]
He puts Scampi down on the bed and opens the door into the infirmary bathroom, noticing just as he has tugged the handle that there seems to be water slowly trickling out from underneath it. A small wave of water rushes out of the door.
"Oh crap." He splashes through about an inch of water over to one of the sinks, where one of the pipes has been quietly spurting for the last hour.
Okay, now what do I do?
He looks around for some sort of stop tap, but can't see one anywhere in the vicinity. Going back into the main infirmary he fails to spot anything there either. Already rather damp, he heads back to the pipe and grasps it firmly, trying to pull it back into allignment.
He struggles with it for about ten minutes, getting soaked to the skin. Finally there is a small crack and the pipe slots back in, leaving only a small break, from which the flow of water becomes a drip.
Guppy stands up and wrings out his shirt, surveying the mess in front of him. He sticks a rubber glove over the small hole, puts a bucket underneath and starts mopping up the rest.
[ooc: Minor modification to infimary cleared with Batya]