Léan happily responded to her kiss. "I am looking forward to seeing Curry try to wrestle with my father...once he gets his drink and Viktor gets in here...we should get them used to the Song."

"Alright," Glory said. She grinned. "I have to say I'm looking forward to the wrestling match as well, though I'm going to be making sure the shark doesn't do anything."

"He should be calm around you. You could probably sit on one of the rocks and pet him, and watch..." Léan suggested, pleased. "I can't wait to see it. I just...hope nothing bad happens."

Viktor walked in, at this point, with a big black toolbox in one hand. He set it down next to the tank. "All right, then. You want me to get to work, or what?"

Curry trudged back in, as well, with the entire pot of coffee. He wanted to drink all of it.

Glory glanced at Léan, silently asking what he wanted to do first.

"The Song comes first," Léan assured her, nodding. "I want to take all necessary precautions..."

"Alright," Glory said. "I'll sit here quietly, then."

Léan nodded, then turned to the other two, who'd plopped down nearby. He explained about the Song Of The Siren, and what it did to humans. He demonstrated it to them with a few long notes. As predicted, they were transfixed by it. After coaching them for about fifteen minutes, both Viktor and Curry seemed to be fine with it...and they weren't hypnotized anymore.

Glory blinked when she realized that she'd sat through the whole thing without being dazed or hypnotized.

"Weird..." she said. "I didn't really expect that one..."

Léan seemed relieved that the two of them were naturally resistant to the power of the Song. He rested his head on Glory's shoulder, relaxed. "All right...Viktor...I suppose you can start, now."

Viktor stood up, grabbing his toolbox. "All right, then. Hey, Glory. You got a hose lying around here? I brought one in case you didn't, but I'm not sure it's long enough."

Glory nodded.

"Yeah, around the side of the house," she said. "It's hooked up to the spigot, but the outside water is turned off for the winter, so just unhook it."

Viktor scurried off outside. He returned a few moments later with the hose. "This one's long enough..." He popped one end in a sort of mini-pumping machine he'd brought with him. He used his other hose to pop in the other end, and he let that one fall into the tank. "Mind running this outside to the water for me?" he asked, holding up the other end of her hose. "I've got to get started securing this to the wall...once it's out there, press the red button on that machine..."

He slipped behind the tank with his toolbox to start working.

Glory nodded and took the hose, heading out to the beach. It wasn't hard for her to see the shark out in the deeper water as she walked to the shore, and she took a little extra time to enjoy the quiet.

Betelgeuse was nowhere in sight. He'd been startled by the sound of the approaching truck and had taken to deeper waters for the time being.

Viktor, surprisingly, was almost done securing the small metal clamps he needed on the back of the tank to the glass.

Glory went back inside and made herself comfortable next to Léan, cuddling into his side.

Léan was happy to cuddle up to her, as he watched Viktor work.

Viktor had a torch with him. He was just pulling the mask he'd put on over his head when Glory walked in. Once the shield was down, he shuffled out from behind the tank and began to solder the clamps to the tank. The other ends of them would stick to the wall, and could be removed without damaging it at any time.

Glory leaned against Léan comfortably. She could tell he was gradually relaxing, which was good.

Viktor pulled his mask up when he finished, turning the torch off. "Okay, then. Give it a few minutes to dry and everything. Should be secure." He pressed the button on the machine connected to the hoses. It took a moment to warm up, and then the tank started to fill with seawater. Once it was nearly full, he turned it off.

Curry had just finished his coffee. He cleared his throat, rising to his feet. "My cue? Lead the way."

Glory nodded and got up.

"Out the back door," she said.

Curry followed her, leaving Viktor behind with Léan. He left the door open, so the two of them could watch. He cracked his knuckles, eager to get into a fight. "You'll have to lure this one out for me, eh? I don't know where he's hidin'."

"I will," Glory replied. "Don't look for a moment, alright? I kind of need to take this dress off."

"Pfff. I don't like boobies," Curry retorted, amusedly. He leaned against the wall and stared in the other direction just to humor her, though. He was just as odd as Viktor was, if that was even possible...

"Just for my peace of mind," Glory said, though she figured that was the case. Once he was looking in the other direction, she undressed and then slipped into the water. "Alright."

Curry's eyes turned to the water, and he looked it over, trying to find who he was supposed to be fetching.

Betelgeuse was hiding under the rocks, in one of the caves. He could hear movement on the beach, and was staying put.

Ducking under, Glory went over to the rocks cautiously.

"I told you I had someone willing to wrestle you into the tank," she said. She kept one eye out for the shark, just in case.

Betelgeuse snapped at her, purposely missing, and moved farther back into the cave, hissing in a territorial manner and arching his shoulders up in a defensive stance.