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Prompt 8: It's important to take care of yourself in the winter months, especially with the dry, cold air Destiny City has been seeing. A warm bubble bath might be just what you need to stay warm and treat yourself; a local shop has a Seasonal Special--'Marshmallow Dreams' and they seem to be highly recommended and have become a hot item in Destiny City. Somehow, you've acquired one of these bath bombs, and it smells divine. Everything is going well; the bath bomb seems to be dissolving normally--and then all of a sudden, fluffy, plush bubbles seem to emerge and grow, and get denser--and all of a sudden, you are sitting in a bathtub full of what feels like warm marshmallows. It feels a bit heavy, like a weighted blanket, but it's warm and smooth and nice. Except, it's also a little restricting and is incredibly hard to move in. You wind up trapped in a tub full of smooth marshmallow fluff for nearly half an hour before it begins to completely dissolve and pop like bubbles--leaving your skin feeling magnificently smooth and fragrant. It's the perfect way to trap someone in the bath for half an hour, though arguably it's far less relaxing if you don't know what's going to happen before getting in.
Hissing softly as she sank into a tub full of hot water, Del took a moment to mentally thank her Secret Santa. Whoever it might have been. The Marshmallow Delights bath bomb she’d been gifted gently fizzed away and smelled absolutely amazing. Hooking one arm over the edge of the tub, Del allowed her eyes to close and her body to relax. She wasn’t really the home spa type when it came to self care, but she wasn’t the wasteful type either. If someone was going to go to the trouble and expense of getting her one of the Must Haves for this year, she was damn sure going to use it.
She was beginning to zone out when something about the bath felt… off. Eyes popping open, she saw the tub filling with large, plush looking bubbles, but before she could really react, the water and bubbles became heavy and other than the arm she’d looped over the tub’s edge, she couldn’t bloody move. Taking a deep breath of warm, marshmallow scented steam, Del forced herself to relax as much as possible under the circumstances. Careful testing proved that she could move a little, but it was like trying to wade through thick glue. She wasn’t in danger of slipping under the water and drowning, so hey! That was a plus. And really, it didn’t feel bad. Just weird and a little scary. She could work with that.
By dint of a lot of careful squirming and pushing with her feet, Del managed millimeter by millimeter to sit up a bit. But after what felt like ages worth of effort, she was nearly panting. The idea of trying to fight her way out of the tub, at least for the moment, was enough to make her want to cry from frustration. No, it was better to sit in the warmth and let the heat do her muscles some good. Once she was rested, then she could consider the merits of clawing her way out of a bathtub.
Oh god, what would this stuff do to the plumbing?!? If she could barely move, did that mean it wouldn’t drain? She really couldn’t afford to buy all new pipes.
The landlord is going to murder me, she thought.
Closing her eyes and groaning, Del grudgingly gave in and allowed herself to enjoy the warmth and marshmallow-y scented steam. A quick glance at the clock told her that she’d been trapped and about half an hour. Oh, she was going to have some serious prune fingers going on. Finally, with a sigh, she steadied herself and began to wriggle.
Only for her trapped arm to come flying out of the water, smacking herself in the face. All around her body, the water was clearing as bomb residue began to pop and dissolve. Wasting no time, she pulled the plug, watching the water vanish even as she clawed and clambered out of the tub. Kneeling on the bath mat, she grabbed a towel and draped it over her shoulders. After a few minutes, she felt up to standing and dried off as quickly as she could.
She was going to figure out who her Secret Santa was and kill them. Sure, her skin felt and smelled great, but she was still going to kill them. And toss any future bath bomb gifts into the garbage.
(Word Count: 566)
