Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine Feet Below Fandom, Saturday

[designateddadfriend]

So it was Saturday again. The end of Travis's second week down here. He was trying not to think about how long it had been.

The fire ladder was now handwavily positioned under Rey's progress on the roof of the hole, giving people easy access to the slowly growing divot if people wanted to work on it. (Was it a divot on the ceiling?)

There was a lovely mural started on one wall, and plenty of instruments if people wanted to start a band. There was a circle of cannons that could apparently be climbed on if you wanted to get shot across the room. (Why would you want that, Beaker? Why?) There was a very well organized stack of men's and women's fashion, only slightly out of date! There was a bowling alley. There were fire trucks. Warehouses and an ice cream store that was rapidly starting to smell. There was a campfire, which was proving to be a rather useful meditation spot, if you had Force powers! And there were even a few spaceships, which might or might not have useful things in them. And a blacksmith shop full of weapons, which people should probably not let Travis near while he was still annoyed at the pirates.

Was anyone else hearing a couple of birds singing?