…to Poseidon!
Yup. I’m torn between “err, it’s kind of resort-y” and “Oh my Gosh,
it’s keen! We each get personal submarines! We can feed fish at our
room window by pushing a button on our control console! Each suite is
independently able to be lifted to the surface in case of emergency!”
Everything is exclamationy.
Because you know you want to.
Of course I want to go. I wish I could afford it! I would stay in one of the underwater ones with Glen and there would be lots of seafood involved. And swimming. Is 40 feet low enough to require depressurization?
I don’t know… ugh, the bends, how romantic. Look, honey, it’s got marble counters in the bathroom and the bubbles in my bloodstream are turning me into a human pretzel. Sexy.
Hm. I seem to remember that rigid structures don’t require pressure changes, so I think it would be OK inside, and maybe even OK in your personal submarine thingy. Swimming is right out, though.
Could I take a bath though? I’d love to be in water, underwater…. you know.