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: Life in the hole

[sharp_man]

"Ah, the store-bought ones are from Dwight," Hannibal explained. "We passed on my way here. You mentioned s'mores, but I don't know that I have the proper form of chocolate, only bars for baking. I could make some, though, if you're set on them."


[Dwight modded with permission in case he can't get on tonight!]

Re: Life in the hole

[designateddadfriend]

“I’ve got chocolate bars in the station,” Travis assured him. “They’re good for when you need a quick burst of extra energy on a long shift. Graham crackers too, since we didn’t try to use them for a pie crust.”

Re: Life in the hole

[sharp_man]

Hannibal nodded. "Shall I start some marshmallows and watch the fire, then?"

Re: Life in the hole

[designateddadfriend]

“Watch the — oh, while I go get the s’mores stuff. Sure, thanks.”

Re: Life in the hole

[sharp_man]

It wasn't like it was going anywhere, but Hannibal's home was down here, and fire was fire.

"You're welcome." He started searching for the best place to put the skewers if people didn't want to hold them.

Hannibal...had not been on many traditional camping trips, no.