Written by PML — 2011 — from WamLibrary
The 5 girls all knew each other. They were chatting away quite amicably, although I wasn’t listening, so I couldn’t really tell you what it was about. The laughter was infectious though, as I studied the girls collectively known as The Saturdays. We have: –
Vanessa White
Mollie King
Una Healy
Frankie Sanford
Rochelle Humes
There was some sort of sparkle over the girls, like they weren’t really there, or that one of them wasn’t as pregnant as she made out, with another a new mother. No, these were 5 young British ladies in the prime of their lives.
I looked at the empty meter behind me, hidden from the girls’ view, observing where they had to get to. I try to remember if there should be 3 waves or 4, but shrug my shoulders and just go with it.
The results were in, and I smiled as I sent the message for the arrangements. I then turned to the 5 glass chambers, each with a door leading to an unknown fate, at least as far as the ladies were concerned. As I spoke up, they stopped their talking to listen to my instructions.
“Ladies, it is time. You will see 5 glass doors to my left. In turn, your names will be called out. When you have been called, please enter through the first glass door available going left to right. The next door will open when we are ready for the next stage, please proceed as soon as yours has opened. Don’t worry, everything is perfectly safe.”
I exit the room, thinking this was much easier when I could shove them into 5 separate rooms. Of course the girls didn’t want separating too soon. Of course, the pentagonal table was also unavailable, one of the chairs was malfunctioning, so even using one the other guy’s ideas was out. Cursing my luck, I look down the chart, consider the interface spoiler, then decide to hold suspense a little longer as I signal the names to be called.
“Rochelle”
Rochelle looked up, nervous as she was called first, before shuffling over to the first glass chamber. She looked around her new surroundings, her eyes settling on the ceiling for a moment, before looking back at her bandmates.
“Una”
Una followed suit, shaking with nervous energy as she took her place next Rochelle.
“Frankie”
Frankie smiled, taking her place in the centre of the glass tanks.
“Mollie”
Mollie looked nervous, but made her way over to her glass door, looking across the way at her fellow girls.
“Vanessa”
Vanessa was already halfway over to the final glass chamber, closing the door and sighing as she waited.
There was silence in the room for a moment, the girls on edge. They were just beginning to wonder why they waiting when two doors clicked open.
“Erm, ok, bye girlfriends,” Rochelle said before walking through the door slowly.
“Yeah, we’ll see ya when we’re done,” Vanessa smiled before also disappearing.
The other three ladies stood there, before Frankie said, “I wonder if they’ll let us watch.”
I laughed.
Three clicks, and they were off. The ladies screamed as they were gunged in various colours, Blue for Una, White for Frankie and Red for Mollie. Una shook more as the blue slime splashed all over her and her tank, blocking my view from my monitor. From what I could tell though, she seemed to be enjoying the slime, certainly much more than appeared from that other show she appeared on. Maybe the previous experience was helping because Mollie didn’t look to be so enthused. The red gunge must have been slightly thicker than the blue since it wasn’t splattering as much, rather sticking closely to the lovely blond lady, who was mostly squeezed up under the gunge. Not like Frankie next to her, who also used her experience to know gunge wasn’t so bad. Frankie wasn’t exactly sticking her face in the white slime, but at the same time she was openly letting the goo fall over her, sticking her hands through her hair. Well, I thought she was enjoying it until the slime turned off and I could hear a small moan from the white tank, “My extensions! They’re ruined.”
“It’s not so bad Frankie, the White gunge kind of suits you. You alright over there Mollie?”
Mollie simply nodded. “Well I guess we got to watch Frankie.”
Frankie flipped her hair, and the goo with it, and gave a look at Mollie, although I don’t think she saw it, but I think she got the gist. Before she could say anything though, all three doors behind them opened up, leading into a dark chamber. The girls slowly made their way into the back, finding that their three gunge tanks had coalesced into one. In fact as soon as they had stepped through, the doors behind them shut, and green slime sprayed out over the three of them.
The three girls squealed loudly, jumping into each other’s arms as the goo splattered all over them. They faced each other, with the green gunk splashing all over their hair and covering their backs. They kept screaming until the gunge turned off, but they were well covered in green gunge by this point, although you could still see glimpses of their previous gunging.
I then press the big red button to set up the big finale. A curtain in front of them dropped down, revealing a slide into the dark, although anyone who’s ever read a story on this blog could probably guess where it lead. They all stared at the slide.
“Oh my God, we’ve got to go in there?”
“I don’t see a choice Frankie, they ain’t gonna let us stay in here forever. Might as well get it over with.” And with that, Una sat down, and pushed herself into the slide. My eyes flicked to the screen where she came out, plopping right in the multicoloured gunge, before having the good sense to move to the side of the gunk pool. Up top, Mollie had decided to follow Una’s lead, and slid down the slide, splashing down with a wave of gunge over Una. Up above them, Rochelle and Vanessa were laughing, possibly enjoying the fact they weren’t the ones getting messy.
Two minutes later, and they’d stop laughing so much. Frankie was still at the top of the slide, not coming down. Mollie and Una were sat on the side of the gunge pool by the door they weren’t allowed to leave by yet. They were discussing some other poll they were involved in, something to do with car racing, and how they’d been drawn together. I was getting bored, so I turned the green slime back on. Frankie yelped, shouting a string of expletives before sitting down and pushing herself down the slide. She glided all the way down until she splashed right into the gunge pool, slipping right under the surface, unlike Una or Mollie, surfacing totally covered in slime. She splashed around, right before Una and Mollie threw lots more gunge at her.
I looked on, safe from the controller’s room, as the women continued to play. It feels good to see the results of the RNG sometimes.