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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Re: New arrivals

[hatesparadise]

Danny just stared at him for that before looking up at the absence of a sky to pray for patience. "Jesus Christ."

But the donuts were just so good. Of course they were cursed.

Re: New arrivals

[designateddadfriend]

"What?" Travis asked. "It was Sunday. One donut wasn't going to break my diet or anything."

Re: New arrivals

[hatesparadise]

"I'm going to talk to the others," Danny informed him so he wouldn't do something rash here.

And confirm this completely ridiculous and perfectly on brand bullshit for this island.

Re: New arrivals

[designateddadfriend]

"What?" Travis said again. "Come on, they sounded like good donuts!"