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

[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."