Patching roofs was a dangerous business. You never knew when a shark might swim by and decide that your bubble looked like a tasty morsel of whale meat that had somehow sunk down to the bottom, or when a young idiot would stir up the currents by blasting up to heaven, leaving you tossed around and your air bubble in danger of pulling away from the foundation and letting the mother of all pressure leaks blast into the house. That was why they always insisted on evacuation a house before doing any sort of roofing work. You never knew what might happen. Usually folks would move out without complaint, less from fear of the very real dangers than from stories they'd heard second-hand about coming back to find clawed things struggling feebly for air on the bottom of their kitchen floor, or fish flopping around in the bathtub--all things--

Inspiration: Well, I was patching my roof today.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: Mostly just a setting thing. I could see it being a fun environment to work in--a bunch of interlinked short stories, set in an underwater community, some lighthearted, some less so--kind of a B5/general sci-fi TV series arc to them. Yes, I've been watching a bunch of B5 lately, why?