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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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.