Enter son of water leak. (Or son of a....well, you get the idea). Apparently, the apartment above ours suffered a similar issue, but it wasn't caught quite as quickly so an inundation developed. We heard a weird plip, plip, plip coming from the kitchen and upon arriving on the scene, noticed a dark square slowly spreading from the wall (above the cabinets), across the ceiling and leaving a little trail of water droplets on the countertop. Cue the panic.
|The day after...no dripping, but less plaster.|
I went running upstairs and there is the developer (a man who is coming to hate water almost as much as my brother-in-law) moping up a huge puddle of water. The water main had already been switched off. Apparently he was tipped off by one of the workers complaining that their radio was "warbling" when they plugged it in to the outlet on the kitchen wall. (That can't be good...)
|Up close you can tell...|
|But if you don't stare at it, it's fine.|