Isolated Island (6)

Splash!

Janice snapped her eyes open as the cold water ran all over her body. 

"What the fuck!" she cursed loudly and raised her head to look at whoever had the audacity to throw water at her. 

However, instead of seeing a person, blurring her sight was the ongoing cold water coming from a hose. 

"Wakey-wakey, little ducklings," said a voice above their heads. "Time to wake up and get to work!" 

Work? Janice frowned, still struggling to see through the water that kept blurring her vision. 

Snap!

The water assaulting her finally stopped, giving her some time to adapt and look in front of her. 

They're inside a small dome with the roof going way above, around 10 meters high, and attached to the very top was a glass window that allows one to glance up and enjoy the night view and the moon.