Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine feet below Fandom, Thursday [NFB]

[designateddadfriend]

Well. Travis and Probie were no longer alone down here. Which was great in that it meant Travis didn't have to consider whether or not to start anthropomorphizing sporting equipment, but was less great in that it meant that the supplies in the toppled station now had to be divided up amongst four people and a dog.

Well, at least more people meant more ideas on how to get the hell out of here.

[open for anyone in the hole!]

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New arrivals!

[designateddadfriend]

For anyone who might get sucked down a hole today!

Re: New arrivals!

[long_memory]

Sometime in the late morning Silver landed in the cave with a loud thump after falling for what felt like a ridiculous amount of time.

"Ow."

You know what? That was the last time Silver would accept pastries from rodents.

(That probably wasn't true.)

Re: New arrivals!

[designateddadfriend]

Travis looked up at the thump and jogged over.

"Welcome to the hole," he said dryly, offering him a hand.

Re: New arrivals!

[long_memory]

"What the hell just happened?" he asked, accepting the hand up. He may have been wearing this prosthetic but getting up gracefully still wasn't his forte, especially after a fall like that.

Re: New arrivals!

[designateddadfriend]

And Travis was a professional! So he was especially good at helping someone look graceful after a fall. (And noting and adjusting to a prosthetic without saying anything about it.)

"I'm going to guess that a weirdly mobile hole opened up and maybe chased you around before you fell in?"

Re: New arrivals!

[long_memory]

"That's oddly accurate," Silver said slowly. "And I lost a donut in the process."

Re: New arrivals!

[designateddadfriend]

"That's what happened to the rest of us," Travis said, then frowned. ". . . Including not getting a donut. Huh."

Re: New arrivals!

[long_memory]

"The rest of you? How long has this been going on?" he asked, looking behind Travis' shoulder to look at the other people. "Is there an entire building in here?"

The overnighters

[designateddadfriend]

For those who've been here a little while already.

Re: The overnighters

[designateddadfriend]

"Alright, folks!" Travis clapped his hands and adjusted his helmet. "Who wants to grab some protective gear and help me get this ladder truck on its feet? Uh. Wheels. Upright. So we can --" He gestured lamely, extending his arm up towards the dark ceiling. "-- Try . . . climbing. . . . a ladder."

There was a reason why no one had ever really tried to put him in charge of things back in Seattle.

Re: The overnighters

[stykera]

Stark, who had spent the night mostly not sleeping because he was trapped in a hole in the ground, shook his head in Travis's direction.

"How high is your ladder?" Because that ceiling seemed awfully high, Travis. And awfully solid. "But I'll help. I'll try."

It would keep him occupied for a bit at least.

Re: The overnighters

[designateddadfriend]

"Should extend out to 100 feet," Travis said. "So . . . about a ten story building."

It couldn't help with the solidity of the ceiling, though.

Re: The overnighters

[stykera]

"Is that enough?"

Stark was not all that great at judging distances.

"Better than just sitting here even if it isn't." There was going to be plenty of time later to sit and sulk. Or pace and babble. Or hum nervously.

Re: The overnighters

[designateddadfriend]

Travis shrugged. "Yeah. We'll find out."

He'd had his sad lump day yesterday, thanks.

Re: The overnighters

[stykera]

Oh, but sometimes being a sad lump took up multiple days. Maybe it could alternate with some 'there is no way out and we'll run out of food and water' panics?

"What do we need to do? To get it upright?"

Re: The overnighters

[designateddadfriend]

See, Travis tended to swap between sad lump and aggressively throwing himself into activities to distract himself.

For instance:

"I've got the lever and fulcrum set up already." He nodded to the firepole wedged under the side of the truck and then propped against a rock. "I just couldn't get quite enough leverage to get it up by myself. I'm hoping some more weight will help."

Re: The overnighters

[lovethatjourney]

"What kind of protective gear?"

Not the right question, Alexis.

Re: The overnighters

[designateddadfriend]

"Gloves and helmets." Travis knocked on his own helmet. "I guess you could put on a turn out jacket or something, too, but that seems unnecessary, since nothing's on fire."

Re: The overnighters

[lovethatjourney]

Alexis took in the helmet, and decided, "Yeah, no thanks."

Re: The overnighters

[designateddadfriend]

Travis blinked at her. "No thanks . . . to the helmet? Or to helping?"

Re: The overnighters

[lovethatjourney]

"Oh, I can help, just not with helmet hair," she reasoned.

Re: The overnighters

[designateddadfriend]

". . . We're overturning a truck," Travis pointed out. "I mean, it's a little truck, but still. It's not like I can rush you to a hospital down here if you crack your head open."

Re: The overnighters

[meepmeepmeep]

"Meep meep meep mee?" Beaker asked, looking suspiciously at Alexis.

He was pretty sure any ladder-based escape plan was including a Beaker-shaped projectile.

Re: The overnighters

[designateddadfriend]

"Right. Does anyone else speak . . . whatever the hell this guy is speaking?"

OOC

[designateddadfriend]