[gathering post]
The strangest thing for many about the phonebox was the number of rooms, myriad in their uses and types, seemingly in unending supply. There were people here too, sometimes no more than voices around a corner or down the hall. Sometimes sitting in the chair near the fire that likely hadn't been there earlier. There was even talk of an entire city and civilization secreted somewhere away. Impossible seeming, really, but the talk still happened.
People came, and people went. Some of them seemed lost and others seemed to accept it easily. It was easy to lose track of time, especially in a place like this. Almost like a casino, no windows and no clocks - none that told any meaningful sort of time.
There were rooms with clothes, others with cupboards stocked with food or - better for some - alcohol. Drinking seemed a popular thing with many, perhaps not that unsurprising a fact.
Passing the time or finding a way back home. Different people wanted different things. For some this was an adventure, for others a jail. It just depended on the person, really.
People came, and people went. Some of them seemed lost and others seemed to accept it easily. It was easy to lose track of time, especially in a place like this. Almost like a casino, no windows and no clocks - none that told any meaningful sort of time.
There were rooms with clothes, others with cupboards stocked with food or - better for some - alcohol. Drinking seemed a popular thing with many, perhaps not that unsurprising a fact.
Passing the time or finding a way back home. Different people wanted different things. For some this was an adventure, for others a jail. It just depended on the person, really.