Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine Feet Below Fandom, Thursday

[designateddadfriend]

Happy Thursday, hole-y people! Were you going insane yet? Some of you had the good fortune of having a loved one down here with you, so maybe not!

Travis probably was. But, like, in a quiet way now where he was almost used to never seeing the sun again.

This was the perfect time to learn to play guitar, right?

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Re: New arrivals

[doesnotkneel]

Edward was a man of great temper and much experience in both giving and receiving punches. (Receiving rather a few too many when he was younger, he had to say.) Travis's next blow was telegraphed too obviously, and he brought one arm up to block it.

The other one pulled up, another punch flying at the side of Travis's head.

Re: New arrivals

[designateddadfriend]

Edward had many advantages in this fight, most especially experience and a cool head. Travis caught that blow on the temple and had his bell thoroughly rung. He staggered back a step, head spinning, then launched blindly at Edward in a full tackle.

He was always better at wrestling, anyway.

Re: New arrivals

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight had been watching the standoff for the last few minutes - really it was kind of hard not to notice the commotion. When the fists started to fly though, he made his way towards two two brawling men. He got there just in time for Travis to get clocked dead on by one of Edward's blows.

Grabbing for Travis, Dwight caught him around the waist, essentially putting him in a bear hug as he tried to pull him back, turning to try and keep himself between them.

"Hey break it up, that's enough!" he yelled at both men.

[oocly permission to step in :) ]

Re: New arrivals

[doesnotkneel]

"That bloody bilge-sucking rat started this," Edward called. "If he wants his comeuppance, he can come and get it!"

Re: New arrivals

[designateddadfriend]

Nothing snapped a guy out of a blind rage like being bodily picked up by a well-meaning friend. The fight went out of Travis quick, though he still snarled half-heartedly at Edward.

"What part of 'don't fire cannons in here' is so hard for you to understand?!"

Re: New arrivals

[doesnotkneel]

"The part where you think you can order me around like some cowering cobbler," Edward hollered.

Re: New arrivals

[designateddadfriend]

"It's literally a matter of safety!" Travis said, now much more exasperated than anything else. "I'm a first responder! Keeping people safe is my job! And what does making shoes have to do with being a coward?!"

Re: New arrivals

[doesnotkneel]

"I'm a bloody pirate, mate, ain't no one keepin' me safe, nor do I want them to," Edward said. "Nor am I especially fussed about how anyone else is doing, so you can kindly fuck off."

Sorry, Travis, you'd made it a point of principle now.

Re: New arrivals

[designateddadfriend]

"You're a bloody dickhead," Travis said. "That's what you are. We've got a pirate down here already, and he's not out here casually threatening to be an idiot."

Re: New arrivals

[doesnotkneel]

"Then he's a piss-poor pirate!"

Sorry, Silver.

"Go order someone else around!"

Re: New arrivals

[designateddadfriend]

Oh. Ohhhhhh. Travis was suddenly reminded viscerally of trying to talk down an idiot teenager while on a call.

"What are you, twelve?" He sighed and shook his head. "Right. Well, you can keep your manly pants on in front of your little anti-establishment friends if you want to. But if you fire a weapon down here, you're a moron."

And he'd started a fight with this douche. Travis shook his head and turned to leave.

"I need a vacation."