Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine Feet Below Fandom, Friday

[designateddadfriend]

They'd handwavily gotten the ladder truck on its wheels, but even with the ladder extended, they'd only been able to confirm that the ceiling was solid.

There'd be no getting out that way.

Which meant Travis was officially out of ideas. So people were just going to have to bear with him while he treated himself to another sad lump day over in the toppled station.

[some ocd coming]

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Re: New arrivals

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight groaned as he emerged from the disheveled pile that was the table and chairs of the breakfast nook.

"Oww, oww, oww," he groaned partly from the rough landing but also from the tiny razor-like claws that were sunk deep into his arm as a terrified kitten clung to him.

"Hannibal!" He called out as he staggered to his feet. "You ok?"

Re: New arrivals

[sharp_man]

Hannibal grunted. "Bruised a bit, but structurally sound," he called back, picking himself up off the stairs and letting go of the railing he'd clung to. "Which is more than I can probably say for my house," he sighed.

He made his way down the slope to the front door and opened it, to get immediately assaulted by a frantic, glittery flamingo. He put up his hands and tried to stave it off, only to have it cling to his shoulders, wrap its legs and wings around his head, and sit there getting feathers on him.