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fh_adventures2020-01-04 08:58 pm
sith_happened) wrote in fh_adventures2020-01-04 08:58 pm
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Delightful Volcano Prison, Saturday evening
As more people had joined the newcomers throughout the day (either via portal or being tossed into the room--in red velvet bags--from a door that then immediately disappeared), Anakin's bad feeling was growing stronger and stronger.
He, after all, had experience with people who decided to live in volcanic climates. They weren't the most stable sorts.
His stomach gurgled, louder this time than the last.
A screeching noise was the only warning they got as a demonic...porcelain angel...thing... flew down from the ceiling and dropped a bucket of porridge and a few dozen stale Christmas cookies onto the floor.
"Looks like dinner's here," Anakin called out to the rest of the group, watching carefully to see how their delivery service got out of the room. There had to be a way to escape.
He, after all, had experience with people who decided to live in volcanic climates. They weren't the most stable sorts.
His stomach gurgled, louder this time than the last.
A screeching noise was the only warning they got as a demonic...porcelain angel...thing... flew down from the ceiling and dropped a bucket of porridge and a few dozen stale Christmas cookies onto the floor.
"Looks like dinner's here," Anakin called out to the rest of the group, watching carefully to see how their delivery service got out of the room. There had to be a way to escape.