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Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine Feet Below Fandom, Sunday

So. It was, if Travis's admittedly rough calculations were correct, now Sunday. Which meant he'd officially been down here for a week.

The little community was still growing. They now had a fire station, a mansion, and a bowling alley at which to occupy their time. There was plenty of food -- and now some very shitty beer, too, which Travis appreciated -- as well as three generators, a fair amount of potable water, a small emergency water heater and pump, and a lot of spare fire uniforms if people started to feel a bit too stinky.

There was still no apparent way out yet, though.

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Should anyone get holed today

All Ignis had wanted was to perform a nice gesture by announcing his return to the island to the cat-sitting Promoto by bringing him doughnuts from the new place he'd caught whispers of. One of the downsides to having been back in Insomnia since Wednesday after the shenanigans in the park was that he came back not having even the slightest clue of what he was stepping (or, in this case, falling) into.

Needless to say, he was just a bit confused to discover himself staring up (and up and up) into darkness after utterly failing to escape the pursuit of a shockingly persistent hole.

"I suppose that's one way to get people to try to eat healthier," he muttered, to no one in particular, because for all he knew, he was alone, he had yet to look around because he was too busy checking his clothes to ensure they had not gotten too dissolved or torn in this inexplicable descent into....somewhere.

He knew he should have just stayed home until Friday...

Were power tools and screaming enough to let Ignis know he wasn’t alone? Because honestly it’d take more than just one guy falling in here for Travis to take up his usual role of hole-greeter.

Probie, on the other hand, jogged over to investigate.

Hello new person. Did you have any dog treats?

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"I have...clearly missed a few things," was Ignis's next very, very wry comment to himself, tugging at the cuffs of his jacket as he began to take things in.

And might have been a little annoyed for the lack of a head's-up from his comrade if it weren't for the fact that it was 1) Prompto and 2) Prompto had probably been too busy spoiling the cat to notice something like...this.

A third thought, that Prompto might be around here somewhere, too, was quickly dispelled by the appearance of a dog. If Prompto was anywhere down here, he would practically be attached to that pup as if his life depended on it.

He, unfornatunately, did no have any snacks for the dog, but he did kneel down and offer a hand, which he planned to turn into a good ear scratch if the dog seemed amicable.

"I don't suppose you have any answers to what's all going on here," he said softly, also hoping to check around the dog's collar for a note or notebook.

Which was actually a frequent and legitimate form of communication around Eos, shush.

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No note, but she did have a collar identifying her as Probie and saying to return her to Fandom Fire Station.

Which was lying on its side some ways away.

Probie would allow that ear rubs were nearly as good as treats.

"Well," said Ignis, "you're not much help, are you?"

But he made up for the comment by ensuring the dog was fully and succinctly petted and scratched before he straightened up again, brushing his hands together to hopefully get too many stray hairs off his gloves. He took note of his surrounding again before looking town at the dog.

"I don't suppose," he proposed, "you could point me in the direction of someone a bit more...conversational?"

Failing that, he intended to just follow the clamor of the power tools, and be glad for the fact that he had his daggers still on him.

Oh! This human wanted Help! Probie had been learning about Help! She barked once and started towards the power tool noises. When humans needed Help, she led them to her person!

She was such a good dog.

And while Ignis followed (he could be lead just as much by his ears as by the dog, really), he checked his phone, and was not in tgr last bit surprised to find that it was absolutely useless wherever they were.

So this should be....interesting.

As was the scene laid out before him once they did reach the source of all that racket. Ignis watched for a moment, considering the lack of progress he assumed was being made, and whether not...Travis, was it? The firefighter?...would even hear him if he said anything.

Considered the cavern as a whole, considered that it was definitely a long shot, and considered that it probably wasn't the wisest idea to startle someone with power tools by beginning to strike things out of nowhere with magical daggers.

So raising his voice it was.

"Any progress so far?" he asked, pulling it up from the diaphragm in hopes to be heard over the noise.

Travis either didn't hear or didn't think it was directed at him. Until Probie darted in and tugged on his pant leg.

He turned off the saw and looked up.

"Oh. You're new."

"I'd say this whole set-up is new," Ignis noted, "though if that's not the case, you'll have to forgive me for saying I don't love what you've done with the place..."

Oh, look. Someone was definitely leaning hard into the droll levity to try and keep a slowly rising panic at bay!

“Well, we’ve done our best with what we’ve got,” Travis said, matching dry for dry. “Let me guess, you fell down a mobile hole?”

"Got it in one." Ignis's dryness now added a faint, slightly affected sound that might have been a laugh, as he adjusted his cuffs one more time, pushed up his glasses, and shook his head because it was still a little astounding that such a fall hadn't left him more worse for wear.

"What happened?" he then asked. "When I left on Wednesday, everything was normal."

A pause.

"Well," he amended, "as much as normal could ever apply, at any rate."

“This last Wednesday?” Travis asked. “Ah, yes. By then only one building had fallen in a hole, so it was perfectly normal.”

There was another thoughtful pause, a tilt of his head, as he tried to recall anything about any missing buildings.

"In my defense," Ignis replied, "I was only here on Wednesday last week," to pass a donut to a muppet with no chin...nice and completely normal, "so I must have missed that particular tidbit of news. When did that happen?

“Sunday morning,” Travis said. “Fire station. I was down here alone for three days.”

"....so I may have just narrowly avoided making an earlier appearance," Ignis noted, as he considered the days in his head, then shook it, frowning. Either way you looked at it, though, three days was quite the stretch of solitude.

"There are others, then?" he asked. "Who else? How many?"

When the levity dropped away, it was time for numbers, facts, strategy. A week down a hole into a mysterious cave was far too long.

He'd barely been there half an hour, and that was far too long, really...

Travis started counting on his fingers. “Stark, Hannibal, Dwight, Silver, Danny, the meeping guy, and one of the students. I think that’s everyone so far. Also Hannibal’s mansion and the bowling alley. I assume someone up there’s working on finding us and bringing us back.”

"One would hope," said Ignis, his thoughtful frown deepening as he considered that roster. After all, he'd been in Insomnia up until just an hour ago, so if wasn't as if he could deny or confirm any efforts back up on the island to that effect. "And one would also hope that I will be the final addition to that list."

But at least they could all go bowling.

Ignis nodded toward the tools.

"And I can see you've been no slouch in your own efforts to get yourselves out, as well..."

For those going about their business as usual.

Travis had been in this whole for a week.

No one would blame him for having a little bit of a breakdown today, would they?

The form of said breakdown? He had all of the station's various cutting tools out by the wall of the cavern, and was going at the rock with each in turn, trying to figure out if they could just cut their way out of this hellhole.

So far, all he'd managed to do was break a chainsaw and an ax, and dull a couple of rotary blades. He was trying the diamond tipped one next. Possibly while screaming.

Alexis was having kind of a mope day, because here she was in her "just here to bang" shirt and she was supposed to be partying in Miami right now.

But rather than dwelling, she'd found the pool table in the bowling alley and was now finding all the balls from where they'd fallen to her some playtime in.

Best of a bad situation!

Hannibal had finished straightening the pantry and had moved on to the closets. It was a lot of hanging things up, a little bit of ironing, and a lot of weeding out last season's suits and gowns from his and Jono's clothing. He'd have to get more when they were out of here.

Generally that meant donating them to charity, but down here...well. So Hannibal was moving in and out of the house, setting up a neat pile outside of suits (cut for him, Jono, and each of them as women), shirts and blouses, formal and semi-formal gowns, casual dresses and skirts, and loafers, boots, pumps, and high-heeled sandals.

His need to keep up with current fashions was everybody else's possible benefit. Or they could all dress up and have a fashion show if they wanted.

On the one hand, Stark was glad there were a few more people, and buildings, down here because a giant somewhat occupied cavern was a little easier to deal with than a giant empty cavern. On the other hand, the fact that people and buildings were still falling into the hole meant that whatever this was was still happening and that wasn't good. And since they were still down here, clearly the problem hadn't been solved. If the problem was going to even be solved any time soon.

Today, Stark was trying to keep himself calm and keep a safe distance from Travis and his assortment of sharp objects. Maybe he'd investigate the bowling alley at some point. He didn't remember being in there when it was aboveground. Maybe now would be a good time to check it out. For right now he was taking himself for what was becoming a habitual walk around the cavern and humming tunelessly to himself while he did it.

Dwight was trying to keep himself occupied by being productive. He had helped Hannibal straighten and organize things in the mansion a bit, including righting a good bit of the furniture so it was at least accessible and usable if they needed.

As he sat on the somewhat oddly angled steps leading up to the front door he pulled out his phone. He had been conserving the battery and had not checked it much since first landing in the hole. Still no signal, but he had an idea. He typed out a short text, rather awkwardly with his oversized fingers, set it to send to Miguel and then saved it. His train of thought was if another hole opened up, during that short window they might have a chance of getting a message out before it closed back up again. It was worth a try.. at least that was what he told himself as he slipped the phone back into his pocket with a sigh.

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