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Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine Feet Below Fandom, Wednesday [NFB]
Wednesday, June 30th, 2021 12:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
designateddadfriendTravis would actually be a bit disappointed to miss the shenanigans this week, if he'd had any idea by this point what day it was up on the surface. Down in the cavern, it was as uniformly dark and dank and cool as it had been since he and Probie had fallen in.
Well. At least he didn't have to deal with the heat wave?
He'd given up on the ladder truck. And climbing the walls. And amping up his radio's signal to try to reach anyone up on the surface and let them know where he was. He was sprawled out against the side of the overturned desk, staring moodily at the little emergency lantern he was using for light, and generally being nearly as big a sad useless lump as he'd been after his husband had died four years ago.
He'd get back to being useful in awhile. Sometimes you just had to have a Sad Lump Day.
[Open if/when anyone else falls in a hole!]
Well. At least he didn't have to deal with the heat wave?
He'd given up on the ladder truck. And climbing the walls. And amping up his radio's signal to try to reach anyone up on the surface and let them know where he was. He was sprawled out against the side of the overturned desk, staring moodily at the little emergency lantern he was using for light, and generally being nearly as big a sad useless lump as he'd been after his husband had died four years ago.
He'd get back to being useful in awhile. Sometimes you just had to have a Sad Lump Day.
[Open if/when anyone else falls in a hole!]