Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine Feet Below Fandom, Sunday

[designateddadfriend]

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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Re: Life in the hole

[alwaysonguard]

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.