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Day Twenty Eight - Experiment
Who: Kimberly Corman, Selene, and Connor Temple
What: Experiment of watery proportions
Where: Water tanks
When: Day 28.
Rating: R at least.
Status: Active



While the previous day had been emotionally trying, the night hadn't been so bad for Kimberly. Connor had finally come into the Safe Room and after a long but not terribly uncomfortable silence, had answered all her questions about Vas Captio to what Kimbery could only assume was his best knowledge. He'd sounded honest and forthright; that would have to do for Kimberly, she'd supposed.

She'd slept reasonably well. Would've been exponentially better if she'd been in a bed, rather than on a dingy wooden floor, but it hadn't been terribly cold and even if it had been, Connor had been lying close enough that some of his body heat had radiated her way; it'd have been easy enough to roll over and snuggle up to him had she gotten cold and somehow, Kimberly didn't think he'd mind it, even if sometimes she couldn't get a read on the guy at all when it came to her.

So, when she woke up groggy and in a completely different position, suddenly feeling claustrophobic and not entirely knowing why, it was a bit of a shock to the system. Her feet were wet and the wetness seemed to be slowly rising up around her ankles. That was when Kimberly opened her eyes and her breath caught in her throat. She felt claustrophobic because she seemed to be in a tiny glass cage. When she looked down, she could see the water she was standing in and when she looked up, a slow and steady stream slipping down the side of the tank - shit, that's what it was; a tank - as well as a couple of levers on the side opposite the pane of glass down which the water was flowing.

When she looked over her shoulder there was little worth noticing outside, nor was there anything off to the left. In front of her, in the moonlight - which was weird in and of itself; it hadn't been that light before she'd gone to sleep had it? - a shadow of what looked to be a person. And, to her horror, when she looked to the right, was Connor in an identical tank, still passed out and leaning against the glass. "Connor," she called in a tremulous voice as she reached up to pull the lever on the right. There didn't seem to be levers in his tank, so she could only assume that the lever on the right was to shut off his water and the lever on the left, hers. She tried not to think about the glass ceiling.

Although, Kimberly had misjudged and when she pulled the lever on the right, the water seemed to stop dribbling down the wall in her tank and started gushing into Connor's splashing about angrily against both Connor himself and the glass walls surrounding him. Panicked, Kimberly pulled the one on the left, which knocked the one on the right upward and into its off position again. The water slowed to a dull dribble in Connor's tank and started to flow heavily into hers.

"Oh, God...what do I do...? Okay, Kimmy..." she told herself carefully, switching the levers back and forth. "Buy some time." She looked to Connor with raised eyebrows and banged on the glass of her tank with her free hand. "Hey! Connor!" He was the brains; he'd know what to do to turn it off. Right?



Note: Godmoding of Connor with permission from his mun