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: Life in the hole

[sharp_man]

Hannibal shrugged. "Are you surprised, in this place? Perhaps one of us should try to use it to investigate."

He didn't particularly want to let anyone else use it, but he also wasn't particularly enthused to be the one having things fall on his head.

Re: Life in the hole

[designateddadfriend]

“Go for it,” Travis said. “I prefer more safety equipment than that when I go up high.”

Re: Life in the hole

[sharp_man]

"Perhaps tomorrow," Hannibal said. Right now, he was content to cook.

"I shall have to think of a dessert that uses only non-staple items. It wouldn't be wise to use up the milk or eggs, but something of an indulgence might help with morale."

Re: Life in the hole

[designateddadfriend]

“We’ve got some graham crackers around here,” Travis said musingly. “Could make a pie crust with those. Got any fruit?”

Re: Life in the hole

[sharp_man]

Hannibal nodded. "Apples, peaches, plums, and several types of berries. A pie crust still needs butter, but perhaps a kind of chocolate bark...I could dry the fruit in the oven."

Re: Life in the hole

[designateddadfriend]

“Sounds tasty. Mi oven es su oven!”

Re: Life in the hole

[sharp_man]

Hannibal chuckled. "Gracias. I'll do my best by it."