Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine Feet Below Fandom, Tuesday

[designateddadfriend]

Happy Tuesday, everyone! There was a wealth of places to hang out down here now, and a whole community of people doing it, whether they liked it or not.

And don't forget that ceiling divot! They were making good headway up there!

. . . Which mostly served to demonstrate just how deep this weird little hole really was.

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Re: Life in the hole - by the campfire, but now drunk

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I mean, I am open to roasting other things on a stick," Annie replied thoughtfully before taking a sip of her drink. "Story? Unless someone has a guitar."

Annie would drunkenly sing Wonderwall for you all, don't worry. Where was Jaskier when she needed him?

Re: Life in the hole - by the campfire, but now drunk

[designateddadfriend]

"There are -- so many guitars," Travis said, jerking his thumb at the music store. "But, okay, story. Let's see. My mom had some doozies when I was growing up."

She was a writer. Mostly poetry, but she knew how to craft a creepy story when she wanted to, and she'd offered a few classic Korean ghosts up when Travis had wanted spooky stories to tell at camp as a kid.

"Have you ever heard of the hoajangshil gwisins?" he asked.

Re: Life in the hole - by the campfire, but now drunk

[defenderofdesmoines]

"I don't even know what you just said, so nope," Annie told him honestly, crossing her legs and settling in for storytime.

Also, she couldn't play guitar, she could just drunkenly caterwaul sing, but maybe if they were stuck down here for awhile and there were that many instruments, she could learn!

Re: Life in the hole - by the campfire, but now drunk

[designateddadfriend]

She could! Especially if she had more patience than Travis.

"The hoajangshil gwisins," Travis said again. "They're Korean. My mom learned about them from her halmoni, her grandmother." He grinned, ever so slightly evilly. "The closest literal translation is 'toilet ghost'."

Re: Life in the hole - by the campfire, but now drunk

[defenderofdesmoines]

"Oh, so it's a classy ghost story," Annie said, eagerly leaning her chin in her hands. "I mean, we're very vulnerable in the bathroom, I totally get it."

Re: Life in the hole - by the campfire, but now drunk

[designateddadfriend]

"Right?" Travis grinned. Hoajangshil gwisins had had his campmates going to the bathroom in pairs for the entire summer.

"Before indoor plumbing, there was Cheukshin, the goddess of the outhouse. She lived in dark and isolated outhouses, hanging out and grooming her hair, and you did not want to spook her. You had to make sure to cough three times on your way to do your business at night, or you'd startle her and end up dead -- or worse. These days, with public restrooms especially, you get hoajangshil gwisins. Not in every bathroom. But in any of them. And they don't get startled, they're just mad."

Re: Life in the hole - by the campfire, but now drunk

[defenderofdesmoines]

"So what do they do to you?" Annie prompted, already prepared for something really terrible and also probably kind of gross.

Re: Life in the hole - by the campfire, but now drunk

[designateddadfriend]

“Legend doesn’t get into a lot of specifics. Or at least my mom didn’t.” Probably thanks to stern looks from his fine upstanding very Christian dad. “But I’m pretty sure there are deadly swirlies involved. And lists of horrible wasting diseases you can get from dirty bathrooms.”