Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine Feet Below Fandom, Saturday

[designateddadfriend]

It was another fine day in the Hole. At least, according to any still working clocks another day had gone by. That was about the only way of tracking them down here, other than general bodily signals like hunger.

Speaking of. Travis had decided he'd had enough sad lumping again, and was attempting to Do Something. Since he still didn't have any ideas of how to get out of this hole, he was shifting his focus to the growing crowd of people down here with him instead.

Who was up for a family style spaghetti dinner today?

[ocd coming HELPS WHEN I DON'T FORGET TO UPDATE THE OOC NOTE FOR HOURS. Open!]

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Life in the hole

[designateddadfriend]

Who were probably at varying stages of coming to grips with being stuck in here.

Re: Life in the hole

[designateddadfriend]

Travis had missed cooking for large groups. Back in Seattle, the Station 19 A-shift had a regular rotation of who was going to cook dinner for everyone.

Spaghetti was practically a firefighting tradition, as far as Travis was concerned.

"Shouldn't have eaten that whole baguette," he muttered to himself as the sauce simmered and he considered sides. "I wonder if Hannibal has anything good for garlic bread. . . ."

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[stykera]

"Do you need help?" Stark asked. He'd wandered into the kitchen because it smelled like food but maybe this was an opportunity to do something useful, at least briefly. "Or want help? Could I help? With...something? Anything?"

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[designateddadfriend]

Travis was familiar with that whole "oh lord let me do something useful" feeling. He offered Stark a bright (slightly manic) look. "Sure! You want to make a salad?"

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[stykera]

Oh good.

"Yes," Stark answered, far more eagerly than the suggestion warranted. "Please."

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[long_memory]

Still wasn't Monday (he thought), so Silver wasn't freaking out just yet. He wasn't even dying of boredom yet, too occupied by worrying about Rey being worried about him.

The spaghetti would be appreciated once it was done.

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[hatesparadise]

Danny was less than pleased to be down here, but he nodded in greeting to Silver. Because he was raised with manners. Surly ones, but still.

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[long_memory]

"Thanks for bringing the bowling alley down," Silver said with a wave. "Did they sell alcohol in there?"

He would be more than willing to scavenge around for non-broken beer.

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[hatesparadise]

"Shitty beer, but still beer," Danny replied with a sigh. "That bad down here?"

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[stykera]

The tea yesterday had helped Stark a little, but now it was a new day and they were still trapped down here and he might need something a bit more than that.

What he really needed was something to keep him occupied so he'd stop thinking so much about how they were all trapped down here in this hole. For now, he was just walking again. Not quite the anxious pacing from yesterday but it was easier to be moving than it was to keep still.

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[hatesparadise]

"How many people are down here?" You leave for a couple days to do a stakeout and come back to insanity, huh?

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[stykera]

"Too many," Stark said. "Any of us is too many. But..." He stopped, looking around. "I think 8, with you? And there's the dog. And some cats. And a flamingo."

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[hatesparadise]

"Right," Danny sighed, rubbing his forehead. He couldn't escape cats, could he? "Did you see anything in particular before you showed up here?"

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[alwaysonguard]

It had been an interesting first night down the hole, that much was for sure. It was taking some getting used to, especially the lack of any outside connection, not even the sun to gauge the passage of time. One thing Dwight was glad for was that he had his jacket with him because it was a bit damp and chilly that far underground.

Looking down at his jacket he smiled seeing the tiny fur ball of a kitten still sleeping in his pocket.

"Probably should get you back to Hannibal soon," he said gently scratching the kittens' head. "Don't want him worrying about where you've gotten off to."

Dwight sat where he was a bit longer, watching everyone moving around and keeping busy in their own ways.

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[hatesparadise]

Guy Danny didn't recognize, but things had been weird lately, so it wasn't too surprising.

"I'm assuming you're Dwight?" Because radio had said Hannibal and Dwight and he was pretty sure he could pick Hannibal out of a line up.

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[alwaysonguard]

"Yeah, I'm Dwight, Fandom's resident newbie" he chuckled, standing up and holding his hand out. "And you are?"

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[hatesparadise]

"Danny Williams," he replied, leaving off the detective part because hole. Because hole. "You picked a bad time to show up, I think."

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[sharp_man]

Hannibal eventually found him, and sat nearby. Beethoven was content to stay in the house, but the flamingo was still following him around. He'd taken to wearing a burgundy suit so it wouldn't clash too badly with bright pink.

"Generally when I invite people to use my guest rooms, they're upright and come with running water," he noted wryly.

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[alwaysonguard]

Dwight looked up as Hannibal walked over and sat down, the still very flustered flamingo close beside. He gave a slight chuckle at the quip but then grew serious for a moment.

"Think it was the doughnuts" he said realizing just how insane that sounded but hey, it was Fandom after all. "At least, seems to be a common thread for people ending up down here if all the talk I've been hearing is any indication. So yeah... sorry about... this" he said waving his hand around absentmindedly.

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[sharp_man]

"I'd noticed that," Hannibal agreed. He smiled wryly. "Yet another reason for me to be suspicious of other people's food and drink. But unless you knew it at the time, you are forgiven."

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[sharp_man]

Hannibal had spent most of the last day trying to straighten the house enough to find things and walk through it. He'd managed to get most of the kitchen done (priorites) and ascertained that his harpsichord was unharmed, if currently upside down. He was just going to leave it there and hope it righted itself when all this was over.

Now he was finding things to add to dinner to stretch it further. He couldn't blame Travis for stress-cooking, but he wasn't going to sit out at least helping.

So far he'd found a loaf of good sourdough, a few sausages (pork and veal) that could go in the pasta or next to it, and a block of excellent asiago. He brought that and a head of broccoli over to the fire station, along with a few bulbs of garlic and some creamery butter.

And a more than decent bottle of red wine, because he suspected that would go over well.

"Good afternoon." He nodded to Travis and unpacked his items. "I thought this might help."

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[designateddadfriend]

Travis looked at the selection and nodded. “More the merrier. Pull up a . . . cutting board.”

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[sharp_man]

Hannibal nodded and got out a board; he'd brought his own knife. "Do you want to add the sausage to the sauce?" He started trimming the broccoli. "Do we know if anybody has allergies?"

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[designateddadfriend]

“No, and no. Figure it’s best to keep the sauce vegetarian, just in case. Sounds good on the side though.”

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[lovethatjourney]

Alexis was actually mostly conserving phone battery, but today she was taking selfies.

Because she wasn't sure how geotracking worked but you never knew, right?

She also could take pictures of other people but she was still hot, so.


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