Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine Feet Below Fandom, Monday

[designateddadfriend]

Monday dawned bright and hot -- up on the surface, anyway. Down in the hole, with no sun to indicate the passage of time, Monday started no different from any other day.

Well, there was the part where Travis was constructing a careful little mound of scrap wood in approximately the center of the clearing between the hole-d buildings, anyway. After unsuccessfully trying to dig out through the rocks, he was back to trying to make the best of things, and right now he'd decided that involved providing light using something more than various emergency lanterns.

Fires could be cheerful too, right? And hey, maybe if they built up enough smoke, it would vent out through the holes up above and help folks up there figure out where the hell people were ending up. . . .

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Re: New arrivals

[thedadalorian]

"Could be worse," Din said, glancing up again.

Re: New arrivals

[designateddadfriend]

"Could it?" Travis asked. He'd been here more than a week, Din. More than a week!

Re: New arrivals

[thedadalorian]

"Ceiling could be coming down on you," Din said, pointing up at it. He was a giver like that.

Re: New arrivals

[designateddadfriend]

Why would you say that to him, Din?

"What?" Travis looked up. "No. No, because it's solid, I checked --"

Din, why?

Re: New arrivals

[thedadalorian]

Din patted him on the arm the once.

"Ice cream," he reminded Travis.

Re: New arrivals

[designateddadfriend]

Ice cream doesn't stop ceilings from collapsing, Din!

"Ice cream," Travis said. "It'd better be really good stuff."

Re: New arrivals

[thedadalorian]

"The rocky road was good." Thanks for that one, Wanda.

Re: New arrivals

[designateddadfriend]

"If the ceiling does fall in on us, I am blaming you."