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]

"Mm." Hannibal nodded in turn. "Travis will likely want to sleep at the station. There are four bedrooms apart from the master suite, each with a double bed, and four couches, so should it get too crowded down here, the house can sleep fourteen if people don't mind doubling up."

He paused. "I am not doubling up with Beaker. That is my only stipulation."

Re: Life in the hole

[alwaysonguard]

"Fair enough stipulation." Dwight had not had much interaction with Beaker but knew enough to know it was not the safest bet to be anywhere in close proximity to him for any extended period of time. Something about random fires and spontaneous combustion....

"Anyway, I'll work on getting the couches set back up then start on the bedrooms from there. Just holler is you need anything" he said, heading out of the kitchen, Joni chasing after, batting at his shoelaces again as he went.

Re: Life in the hole

[sharp_man]

Hannibal's husband had been permanently on fire; he had no issues with that. He just didn't want to lead the...man?...on.

"Thank you." He nodded again as Dwight left.

Now, to start on the pantry.