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 shrugged. "I spent three years getting shot at in war zones. And I lived in a town where the Troubles were usually actively trying to kill people. Yeah this sucks and yeah I'm worried about getting out.... I guess I have just learned to not let the worry and panic show that much."

Maybe it was a curse in some ways, but Dwight chose to see it as one thing- one of the only good things- that came out of the last few years.

Re: New arrivals

[designateddadfriend]

Travis nodded slowly. “So you’re repressing. Gotcha.”

Re: New arrivals

[alwaysonguard]

"Prefer to think of it as practical coping, but sure," Dwight said simply. "Just let me know what I can do to be useful. I'm sure it won't be hard to find me."

Re: New arrivals

[designateddadfriend]

“Uh. Yeah.” Travis looked around. “Well, I officially ran out of ideas yesterday. So . . . if you’re looking for me I’ll probably be.” He gestured vaguely at the station. “I don’t know, hiding or something.”

Re: New arrivals

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight eyed Travis for a moment, trying to determine if talking to him was what he wanted or if he would be better to let Travis have time to himself.

"No shame in needing to take a break, you know... recharge, come up with new ideas" he said simply.

Re: New arrivals

[designateddadfriend]

Travis took a long breath. “Yeah. Sure, we’ll call it that.” It’d been a long several days.