Fifteen: [Spam]

[bob_fraser_snr]

[The people on the fifth floor may have noticed that number eight has been busier than normal. But even if they hadn't noticed that, they might have noticed the not insignificant plume of black smoke which turned into white. No, no one has elected a new pope, there is now a home made sauna sweatlodge in Bob's cabin

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[christ_onabike]

[Paddy's just ambling down towards the gym when he spots smoke? Steam? down the corridor. His thought pattern goes, to be honest: pot smoking, then fire, then someone smoking fish, then faulty kettle. Either way, it's generally not a good sign. Ah hah! An opportunity to tick one thing off Uhura's list, as he sure as hell doesn't know who lives there. Even when being decent, he's a bit of an opportunist. He flings his towel over his shoulder and dashes down the corridor to knock on the door,] You alright in there, mate? Not... burning to death or some such shit?

[bob_fraser_snr]

[Bob is topless, though he's fairly buff while he's at it, clean living and bouncing up mountain will do that to you. He opens the door.] Hello, Paddy. [He's bright enough to polite but there's no real light in his eyes.] No, it's a, uh, sweat lodge. [He stepped aside so that Paddy could see it.] The coals have gone down. It's just steam now. Perfectly safe.

[christ_onabike]

[Paddy just stares. Not at Bob, although there's a moment of that, but at the room beyond him.] ...So it's you, Canadian bacon. Lemme get this straight. You built a fucking sauna in your fucking room. Am I right?

Why the fuck?

[bob_fraser_snr]

A sweat lodge, Paddy. A sauna eases tired muscles. The purpose of a sweat is for spiritual purification.