Nine Hundred Nintey-Nine Feet Below Fandom, Tuesday [NFB]

[designateddadfriend]

It'd taken him all day -- or what he was pretty sure was one day, it wasn't like he had the sun to go on down here -- but Travis had managed to detach the fire pole from its bracket on the station ceiling and get it jammed under the side of the ladder truck, using a handy stalagmite as a fulcrum. "Give me," he grunted as he wrapped his gloved hands around the far end of the pole, "a fulcrum and a lever long enough," he heaved, doing a full pull up on the pole and bounced against it, trying to force it downwards, "and I can -- move -- the --"

He lost his grip, landing on his ass. The ladder truck, which had risen only a few scant inches, dropped back to the ground with a resounding crash. Probie popped her head up from where she was lying, watching the whole perfomance from a safe distance, then dropped it back to her paws with a sigh.

Travis looked up at the fire pole, which hung above him, taunting.

"So much for Aristotle."

[second verse! Open if/when anyone else falls down]