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

[chef_chocobro]

"...one cannot be sure how best to ration when one does not know how much those rations need to stretch," Ignis finished with an understanding nod. "Hopefully, we'll be out of here well before it needs to truly be a concern. Or perhaps we'll be lucky and get the grocery store joining us soon."

Spoiler alert: they would not.

Re: Life in the hole

[sharp_man]

"That would be welcome," Hannibal agreed. "Although so far we've been lucky, I suppose. We might be reduced to fast food and protein bars, but we should be able to hold out for some time."

He frowned at the ceiling. "I really would like to know what's going on, though."

Re: Life in the hole

[chef_chocobro]

"I do wish I could be more help there," said Ignis, with the frank sincerity of a man whose entire life had been shaped by usefulness and servitude, "but I had only just returned to the island myself when one of those holes got me. One minute, I was ordering doughnuts....from Prompto, of course," he hastily added, lest Hannibal think the indulgence was his and his alone, "he's been catsitting for our roommate, I thought he could use the treat...and the next minute I was falling down here into..."

His hand made the unnecessary gesture.

"All of this."

Re: Life in the hole

[sharp_man]

"Dwight brought me doughnuts," Hannibal said, waving a hand at his house. "They seem to be a common thread. Apart from the obvious pun, we have no idea why, though."