Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine Feet Below Fandom, Tuesday

[designateddadfriend]

The second Tuesday in the hole saw the campfire big and bright. There were loads of marshmallows to toast, chocolate and graham crackers for those who wanted to full-on make s'mores (despite, you know, the lack of adequate bathing facilities down here), and even some hot dogs for those who wanted to eat something other than massive amounts of sugar after the quest to finish off all the ice cream at Chilly Boulder before it melted.

Now they just needed some crappy beer and an asshole with a guitar playing "Wonderwall" and it'd be a proper high school style rager. Or, you know, they could all just mope and/or brainstorm around the fire for a bit.

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New arrivals

[designateddadfriend]

Perhaps someone will bring an entire store full of music and musical instruments?

Re: New arrivals

[x_discospider_x]

Well, wouldn't you know...

Because, with the expected clatter, clamor and kerfuffle one might expect from a collection of pianos and guitars to make as a music store neatly landed almost a thousand feet blow the surface, Groovy Tunes had, in fact, arrived.

With a startled and shaken Troy scrambling to his feet to go look out the door and let put a miserable groan once he got an eyeful of what had actually just happened.

"My boss is going to kill me!"

Somehow, he had the feeling that 'the narrative made me do it!' was going to fly when Tisarwat got back and saw what happened when she left Troy responsible for the store for a few weeks...

Re: New arrivals

[designateddadfriend]

Travis looked around at the other buildings already in this rapidly filling hole in the ground.

"You know, I think maybe they'll understand."

Re: New arrivals

[x_discospider_x]

Troy followed Travis's eyes for a moment, but by the time he looked back at him, he didn't look terribly convinced.

"Do you think so?" he asked with uncertainty. "Because I was, like, supposed to be in charge. I think losing the store down a hole is a pretty fire-able offense..."

Why couldn't this have happened on the annoying vinyl hipster's day??

Re: New arrivals

[special_rabbit]

There was also, perhaps a little less anticipated by the narrative, at some point, a fully functional, two-anvil blacksmith shop joining the slowly building mini-village under the surface, and, sure, nothing had attacked them yet, but they now had a ton of weapons at their disposal, too, and a ridiculous monster of a machine that, despite its name, would not likely manage to get much Crumbling done down here at all.

But once the forge landed and Amaya, miraculously not suffering at the expense of falling weapons and ensuring that the Crumbler was fine, too, warily went to peek out the door to see what happened.

And promptly started swearing.

"Ahh confound it all! Stars damn it, zards!"

She disappeared inside again, emerging a moment later, wielding a heavy mace.

"I swear, if I see one goblin down here, I will pulverized you into goblin paste! Stealing a woman's bed ain't good enough for you, huh? Now you gotta steal her whole sho--"

She paused, blinking at her surroundings, which appeared to distinctly lack any goblins, and lowered her weapon.

"Oh," she said slowly.

"Kaaaay.....?"

Re: New arrivals

[meepmeepmeep]

How insane were the odds that would make Beaker be directly under one of those anvils when they fell? Astronomical, right?

And yet.

Re: New arrivals

[special_rabbit]

You know what? That sort of dedication was damn impressive.

That was why Beaker was Amaya's favorite.

And that is also why, once Amaya returned to the shop to take stock of what might need fixing, she was immediately startled by what looked like a familiar splat of felt underneath one of the anvils.

"Zounds! Beaker?"

She didn't wait for a meep of confirmation before she was moving to try and shove the anvil off of him. Which was no small feat, those things were heavy, but she just might be able to get it off of him without needed to fire up the Crumbler...

Re: New arrivals

[designateddadfriend]

"Uh," Travis said, rather taken aback by the medieval weaponry. "Yeah . . . haven't seen any goblins down here yet."

Why did these people all insist on giving him more things to worry about?

Re: New arrivals

[special_rabbit]

Because a lot of these people have been here for way too long.

"Hm?" Amaya's attention shifted and she blinked at Travis a little, mostly just confirming that, yup. Not a gobin. Then she frowned, because if goblins weren't involved, then what was???

"Good," she decided with a firm nod. "Hopefully it stays that way, the last thing I want to deal with today...or any day, for that matter...is goblins."

It was a real problem.

Life in the hole

[designateddadfriend]

I dare someone to start a game of truth or dare

Re: Life in the hole

[designateddadfriend]

Travis was . . . definitely moping at the fire. He missed fire. The proper kind, that got your adrenaline pumping and required trained professionals to fight and rescue people. Or maybe he just missed things he knew how to handle.

Either way, he was working his way through a whole bag of generic store-bought marshmallows, lighting them on fire, watching them burn, blowing them out and then shoving their blackened, carmelized corpses into his mouth whole.

Re: Life in the hole

[long_memory]

Monday had came and passed and he was still stuck in this hole. So, obviously, this wasn't one of those things the island thought was cute. There went that bit of hope.

Now he was just going to enter the sullen part of hole life where he wasn't doing anything productive but wasn't making a nuisance of himself either. You're welcome, fellow occupants.

Re: Life in the hole

[lovethatjourney]

"I kind of like this," Alexis said from her spot around the fire in her super cute bowling shirt dress she had to be very careful about sitting in. "It's like on tv when they put flashlights under their faces and tell spooky stories."

Alexis had naturally never been camping.

"And of course, respect to the spirit world and all."

Re: Life in the hole

[designateddadfriend]

"Sure," Travis said. "Because what this hole really needs are scary stories."

. . . Actually, that sounded like it could be fun.

Re: Life in the hole

[lovethatjourney]

"Right?" Alexis said, genuine. "It'd be like camp, but way more gross."

Re: Life in the hole

[white_oleander]

Sure, it wasn't exactly camping out on beaches in Mexico, but all things considered, this...wasn't too bad.

Sure, Astrid's eyes constantly wandering upward in the Hope's that, at one point, an escape might just manifest itself probably betrayed her true feelings, but there really wasn't much to complain about when she wasn't alone, they weren't being attacked, and they had marshmallows that she could toast and occasionally set on fire so she could admire the way the dancing flames consumed and scorched the perfect white blob into a darkened, charred thing, all gooey, sticky mess inside?

God, she wished she had a sketchbook right now.

Re: Life in the hole

[chef_chocobro]

Was Ignis lingering by the fire, recreating his fancy s'mores recipe from his class last session?

Oh, Ignis was definitely recreating his fancy s'mores recipe from his class last session. And very likely trying to see what other food he could make to tamper down his stress and worry because that was just what he did.

Sure, though, Prompto would notice something amiss soon? Or at least everyone back in Insomnia would notice his absense?

(Probably not, when Prompto figured he was still in Insomnia, and everyone in Insomnia just assumed he was back in Fandom...)

Re: Life in the hole

[sharp_man]

Hannibal watched him and smiled. "Missing cooking?"

Re: Life in the hole

[chef_chocobro]

"Among other things," Ignis said, a bit dryly, but, let's be honest, dry was likely to be the default state of all of his responses for the duration of their lovely little visit in this giant cavern.

He felt it wasn't entirely necessary to list off what some of those other things might be.

"Would you care for some?" he then offered, looking up from where he was crouched in front of his culinary creations. "It isn't much, but one does do what they can with what they have..."

Re: Life in the hole

[sharp_man]

Surprisingly (or maybe not so) few people had availed themselves of the pile of designer men's and women's clothing not far from the fire, but Hannibal had very little to do down here, so why not a bit of housecleaning?

There were now a few books and CDs and DVDs joining the clothing, along with a chair he was no longer particularly fond of.

Then he thought about it, arranged the clothing, chair, and a few books artistically, and got a sketchbook and pencil.

It was this or theremin, and he thought it best to be polite to his fellow hole-dwellers before the meat got too low and he had to dip into his special stock or explain why not.

Re: Life in the hole

[white_oleander]

Astrid had been thinking a little bit about what might make this all a little more bearable for her while she was stuck down here, and part of that included considering that Hannibal was here with his own house, and watching him moving things out and about around it to kill some time.

So she made a decision and approached, although a little timidly, since her default in situations like this was to mostly just close off and separate from other people, no matter how grateful she was that other people were actually there.

"Dr. Lecter?" she ventured as she approached him at some point. "You don't...happen to have any paints, do you?"

Re: Life in the hole

[sharp_man]

Hannibal looked up at her and took a second to place her. "Astrid, yes? I do indeed." He set his sketchbook down and gestured at the house. "There's a bit of an angle to get there, but I have a studio upstairs. You're welcome to use it, or we can move the easel and paints out here."

Re: Life in the hole

[stykera]

Stark had eaten more than his share of ice cream yesterday. He didn't like wasting food and trying to consume his bodyweight in various chocolate flavors had kept him occupied and not panicking for a while. Of course, now it was a new day, they were still in the hole, and the ice cream was all room(or cavern)-temperature soup so now that particular distraction was no longer useful.

So Stark was sitting a little ways away from the fire, leaning against a wall, and just watching things happen for the moment. He'd probably get up for a marshmallow or a hot dog at some point. They did smell good.

Re: Life in the hole

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight had given up and trying to be productive for the day as he could feel the nervous stress starting to build up inside as yet another day dawned (well kinda) and they were still stuck underground. He needed to find a way to channel that nervous energy.

Luckily he had found a few piece of wood that had broken off from who knows what building that had recently crash landed. They were of no use to anyone so Dwight knew exactly what he was going to do with them.

And so it was he had found a somewhat quiet spot, not too far away from the fire that was still going. Pulling out the pocket knife he always kept on him Dwight started whittling away at the first chunk of wood, letting the pent up energy and nervousness out as he worked.

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[designateddadfriend]