cabin chaos. | sam & ryder
WHO: Sam Evans & Ryder Lynn ( @goldenchildlynn )
WHAT: Oh you know, just hanging out in a locked woodshed in the cold, nbd
WHERE: Clarington Cabin woodshed
WHEN: Late Saturday night, 1/26
The sudden silence and darkness that followed the muted pop in the loss of power was eerie, when only seconds before, the main floor was filled with the sounds of people talking and music playing. “Shit,” Sam muttered, setting down his bottle of beer on the coaster atop the coffee table and getting to his feet. Outside was just as dark as the cabin’s interior, and Sam was silently glad he’d thought to charge his phone earlier. He pulled it out then, squinting when the screen’s light came on, eyes already adjusting to the darkness and frowned when he noticed the low signal for service, and the even lower temperature. The momentary surprise had given away to questions and some slight disarray and Sam felt kind of useless just sitting there.
Briefly, he wondered if the cabin had some kind of backup generator, but wandering around in the dark for it didn’t seem like fun at all. The wood shed, however, that would probably be their best bet. Maybe a flashlight and definitely wood for a fire, put the massive fireplace to good use and get him moving around. “How about we get a fire going? Least we won’t freeze while they figure out what’s up with the power?” Carefully, and by phone light, he grabbed his coat from the hall and tugged it on with his hat and gloves, his covered hand coming in contact with someone’s arm and he jumped. “Damn! Sorry about that, I didn’t---wait, Ryder? I’m going out to get wood from the shed to build a fire while they check the power. Wanna come help?”
