====May 17, 2013
====C'zan, Q'fex, Nell, Ravene, Mailli, Zenethen, Kanga, Jesha, Alys
====The first group jumps forward, lead by Q'fex

Who C'zan, Q'fex, Nell, Ravene, Mailli, Zenethen, Kanga, Lendai, Alys
What The first group jumps forward, lead by Q'fex
When It is the eighth day of autumn. It is the twenty-ninth Turn of the Tenth Interval.
Where Central Bowl, HRW ==> Central Bowl, Igen Weyr

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Central Bowl
Seven spindles brush the clouds overhead, displaying a jagged, spired cotillion grey-stoned majesty. The bowl from here is expansively large, extending a full half-mile in both directions, and though a bit of a stretch at times, most of the hubs of activity can be easily observed. Hard-packed ground shows the common pathways, all of them meandering about the craggy bunch of boulders that form a centerpiece within the middle of the otherwise vast emptiness.
The hatching grounds and leadership weyrs are located to the north, while the sounds of herdbeasts noisily allude to the pens slightly east of there. Constant traffic marks the entrance to the westward living caverns, and a glance southeast reveals the cold, glittering, glacial lake.
To the north, you see a blue and a gold dragon.
To the southeast, you see one runner.
Clinging to footholds in the boulder-mound are five firelizards.
Brown Sevareth, bronze Sekhaenkath, bronze Bandeleth, bronze Valiuth, brown Khallth, bronze Kraakenaeth, green Wayneth, and brown Ruenalth are here.
You see a wagonmaster, Bones Of Firelizard, Generic Lavender Llama, and Wagon Two here.
C'zan, Q'fex, Nell, Ravene, Mailli, Zenethen, Kanga, and Jesha are here.
Obvious exits:
Pens Northern Bowl Sloping Tunnel Caverns Ground Weyrs Passageway Lakeside Guard's HQ


A fairly large brown spirals his way down from the skies and lands with a *THUD*. Atop his neck, a raven-tressed woman in full leathers, blinged up goggles and with hair ornaments to spare raises her eyebrow, peers down at the rest from atop her goggles, and slides down to the bowl. What didn't slide? Bags and bags of personal belongings with a rolled up tapestry or two that are firmly tied to Rue's sides. If you look closely there are some firelizards nestled up in there, too. Ruenalth nuzzles his nose towards some of them, because them's the itches! The bundles are such a myriad of shapes that its hard to tell what all is in there, other than much of it *CLANKS*. "So what's the plaaaaan dahls?" She calls out towards Q'fex, "No offense but like, I don't want to spend more time at /this/ weyr than I possibly have to…" Sniff. Snow's for losers, yo! At least in her opinion.

Nell sighs as she pushes off from her lean to stand at her full six foot something. Wayneth gets a pat, and then she's all business, "Mailli, we're ready when you are," she can almost smell the temper of the dolphineer begining to boil. Then again; it might prove amusing to watch the Maili-bomb explode. Some people you just wind up, stand back, and enjoy the show.

"Hup," Q'fex states, as if some internal alarm-clock has gone off in his head. "Time's up." The complement of Sandblasters hops to attention — or well, does as much as they do whenever Q'fex states something like that. "Let's go." He signals the Fleet, as it is, to Mount Up.

Kanga clambers up Ruenalth's neck and settles in between two neckridges.

Late to the party as usual, out of the skies a slimy, small green with little orange feets pops out of between and spirals down. No one sees Rakshamanith, right? The green warbles a greeting, though careful not to step on anyone. Alys, however, is a little breathless. Everything that's important to her is strapped to her dragon — including her mother, father, and sister. "We gotta go now." This might come because she's on the lam from her Senior. THE LAM.

Lendai meanders in from the north.
Talicanitath meanders in from the north.

Nell clambers up Wayneth's neck and settles in between two neckridges.

You clamber up Rakshamanith's neck, slipping across the treacherous expanse of slippery hide with only the aid of the slender strap of leather to keep your balance, finally to settle between two neckridges, the seat of your pants already growing damp from the green's naturally slimy skin.

Mailli clambers up Wayneth's neck and settles in between two neckridges.

Better late than never, right? "Waaaait!" Lendai is rushing into the bowl, Talicanitath at her heels. The dragon is fully loaded up with most of Lendai's belongings. The rest having been directed to be given to her little sister. Decked out in her warmest and brightest of pink riding gear, here is a woman ready to face the worst of between. A little out of breath and completely overheating, the goldrider prepares herself. Her stuff is checked once, twice, and a third time to ensure nothing will be lost (yes those pink cushions are important, DAMNIT). Talicanitath looks less then pleased, but the sheer excitement of what to expect in the future thrums through the gold beast. There is a steely resolve in Lendai's eyes as she looks around at all the others getting ready to jump forward. The pair muscle there way past most others and gets nearer to Sandblast's Wingleader. As sugary sweet as the woman can muster, she states to the man. "My and Talicanitath's lives are in your hands, bronzerider. I do hope you'll get us to the future safely." She'd show some boob if it would help any.

There's a faintly transfixed look of horror-slash-interest from Q'fext to Lendai. "Well. Better be ready." Because he's mounting and Kraakenaeth is lifting into the air. The flight follows him up, and he's giving a visual, and then — all is lost to ::between::. (Hope they were all READY.)

Grasping upon the stylish straps, Lendai climbs across bright hues of gold to settle betwixt the safety of Talicanitath's neckridges.

Un-noticed Ravene climbs up the side of the nearest dragon.
Ravene clambers up Wayneth's neck and settles in between two neckridges.

From Ruenalth's neck, You don't have to ask Kanga twice! As she shimmies up her brown's side once more, she takes a moment to find her dad, Aunt and other relatives who are distributed on their own and other dragons, and then the jump begins!

Wayneth takes off.
Above, Wayneth takes off from Central Bowl

Ruenalth takes off.
Above, Ruenalth takes off from Central Bowl

Q'fex clambers up Kraakenaeth's neck and settles in between two neckridges.
Kraakenaeth takes off.
Above, Kraakenaeth takes off from Central Bowl

Talicanitath takes off.
Above, Talicanitath takes off from Central Bowl

You take off.


Above the Bowl
The ocean's tranquil thermals settle within the center section of the bowl's airspace, unusually smooth and bouyant — though oft to switch as the seasons shift. Lingering beneath spires' constant presence, the perpetual activity of the weyr can be observed from every direction: from the testing rustle of dragonet wings, to the playful games sent aloft.
Below, you see four dragons and one person.
Green Wayneth, brown Ruenalth, bronze Kraakenaeth, and gold Talicanitath are here.
Obvious exits:
Above the Pens Weyrling Air Northern Sky Above the Lake Bowl Ledges


Lendai's arrival gets all the boys to the yard. Alys directs Rakshamanith to the skies, and then when the envisioning comes, she takes a deep breath. Lost in the crowd, her and her family and her little green can EASILY not be seen. They're on the LAM, after all. Before they know it, they're lost ::BETWEEN::. Tula — Alys' sister — barely gets a word out before the cold, icy darkness hits them all. TO THE FUTURE, HO. Somewhere far far below, a lost crate — tied to the very edge of Rakshamanith's rump — falls and crashes to the ground. This poor dragon is more loaded than a war mammoth.

From Wayneth's neck, Wayneth watches the runtish (to her mind anyway) bronze certain there's a new game to be had while Nell carefully visualizes where she's going.

From Talicanitath's neck, From the ground to the air, Lendai's eyes never leave High Reaches Weyr. Is that a tear in her eye? It could be. Not so much for the place itself, it'll be there in the future, but more for the family and loved ones she's leaving behind. Though as she sits there, the sad face turns slowly angry. A frown marring her face and fury scorching in her eyes. Letting go of the riding straps for just a moment, she angles herself towards the Weyr, towards all those residents who have decided to stay, to ALL of High Reaches Weyr and gives it the Double Middle Finger Salute. Fuck you, High Reaches Weyr! Fuck you in your fucking face! Talicanitath gives out a loud trumpet, her own personal middle finger to the Weyr (and in particular Aevryscienth). Lendai is then back to business, holding on for dear life and visualizing the future.

Kraakenaeth winks into ::between::!
Wayneth winks into ::between::!

Talicanitath flies first class, up in the sky, her hide alight with shimmering glints of gold as she disappears into ::between::!

You visualize Sky Above Central Bowl for Rakshamanith.

Rakshamanith hop-dives into ::between::, leaving behind the gentle sounds of the rainforest in her wake!

:::BETWEEN!:::
You hang, senseless, in the dark nothingness of ::between::… absolute darkness surrounds you, and the profound cold stings you… you wait, and count…
Black…
Blacker…
Blackest…


Sky Above Central Bowl

Below, you see a bronze dragon.
Bronze Kraakenaeth, green Wayneth, and gold Talicanitath are here.
Obvious exits:
Above the Bazaar Above the North Bowl Above the Lake Fly Higher Down to the Bowl Ledges//


Rakshamanith spins out of ::between::, hop-skipping across the sky towards her destination!

At the end of the final jump, Igen Weyr lays sun-heated and blistering, serene within it's own sandy sphere of influence. Kraakenaeth's deep waters flood over the minds of those who remained — the First To Return, his group, and his exhausted pride is overt. Q'fex leans forwards, a hand heavy on his lifemate's neck, and they spiral down, leading the horde of dragons behind them to rest on the fundament of new lives.

Ruenalth blinks in from ::between::!

From Wayneth's neck, Wan excitement washes out from Wayneth as she senses a new game to be found here. Nell gives her lifemate's neck an affectionate slap, glad to have managed the last of the jumps without incident.

Time jumping has taken its toll on Rakshamanith — a smaller green when compared to her contemporaries — and the normally brilliance of her hide, the canopy held beneath her wings, and the slime that coats her skin is all awash in tones of grey. As ashen as the fires of rebirth, the green's emergence from between carries the people (and things) on her back and at least one of them is retching. Her arrival is erratic, but they came. They stayed alive through the frightening darkness. A warbling ribbit accompanies her arrival as Alys struggles to hold onto her straps (and her things — she's been dropping items like breadcrumbs; she's that ghetto mover who loads it all up in one trip only to litter the freeway) and look about. To the now. The future.

From Talicanitath's neck, Jump after jump after jump, Talicanitath does each one admirably, but her color grows more and more dull with each time they erupt from between. Finally, — finally — the last jump is completed and they are ejected from the biting bleakness of between. The once brilliant colored gold is but a shiny penny in comparison. Exhaustion reigns supreme with the queen dragon and it's a weary trumpet of relief as the sight of Kraakenaeth landing fills the vision of both dragon and rider. "Thank Faranth." Lendai whispers, essentially draping herself over her dragon's neck for a moment before giving the dragon the mental command to follow suit. The pair spiral down. For this one, brief moment in time… Talicanitath is the largest dragon on Pern. Take THAT, world!

Wayneth flies down, landing with a gentle thud.
Kraakenaeth flies down, landing with a gentle thud.
You spiral down, landing with a gentle thud.


Central Bow/
Cradled, childlike, in an easterly mountainous embrace, the steppes of the central bowl nestle cozily between lake and weyr. The latticework of dusty adobe paths spider out from the southerly Weyr Road, the wagon-ruts of which curve lazily to the northeastern bazaar, the adobe sprawl of the New Weyr reflected in the lake that dominates a large portion of outdoor Igen. A small footpath, just as abused, ambles away from the shores, travelling over rock and hill to the northern dragonet complex and branching itself due west to end at the entrance of the blessedly cool inner caverns. One cracked path, faint with disuse, leads southeast to the crumbling ruins of Igen-that-was. All around, the dizzying heights of the caldera's sharp-sloped sides are pocked here and there with ledges, the weyrs' draconic occupants needing no path to guide their way.
Above, you see a gold and a brown dragon.
Bronze Eisheth, green Wayneth, and bronze Kraakenaeth are here.
Q'fex is here.
Obvious exits:
Lake Shore Central Bazaar North Bowl Dragonhealer Yard Caverns Kitchen Courtyard Weyr Road Abandoned Caverns


You drop in from the Sky Above Central Bowl.
Talicanitath drops in from the Sky Above Central Bowl.
Nell slides from Wayneth's neck and lands gently on the ground.

A perfectly proportioned forleg, belonging to Talicanitath, is inclided upwards, allowing Lendai to dismount with some measure of dignity.

Ruenalth drops in from the Sky Above Central Bowl.

You slip down Rakshamanith's neck, grasping the straps at the last minute to brace your fall before landing gently with a soft thud, the seat of your pants slightly damp from the green's natural slime.

Kanga slides from Ruenalth's neck and lands gently on the ground.
Mailli slides from Wayneth's neck and lands gently on the ground.
Ravene slides from Wayneth's neck and lands gently on the ground.

As hearty a brown as Ruenalth is, even he is showing the strains of the jump, with ashen tones streaking some of his bistre brown hide like a bad tan job. Kanga herself looks like she might hurl any minute but keeps it all in there. Somewhere behind Kanga arrives pirate green Aukaith and her swarthy crew, but looking more like they have the scurvy than the sea chanties to relate. Finally, the jumps are done and the hot air warms the senses just a bit. The firelizards stretch their legs and between off to parts unknown, hopefully coming back when its dinnertime. Down down they go.

Feet hit the ground, and Q'fex is smiling that familiar, crooked grin to C'zan. "Yep, that… that works." He slaps the brownrider on the shoulder a time or two, smirks at the gawking that accompanies the giant dragons from the past. "Welcome," is his projected voice to all that have hazarded the perils — "Welcome to the future." Because how long has he waited to say THAT, right?

Nell hadn't felt that bad until her feet hit the ground. Now that she's standing, or more accurately reeling into the the side of her lifemate Nell can see that her dragon's hide has dimmed quite a bit. As for herself, Nell's looking just a touch gray. Her passengers are quickly looked to, though both Ravene and Mailli seem none the worse for wear. "Where's the kitchen?" Ravene asks, because true to form she sees a need for food. Nothing a good hot meal can't fix, that's her philosphy anyway.

Ashen grey-green Rakshamanith lands as even her orange feet are shades off of healthy. Alys, meanwhile, cannot stand it anymore. She's tumbling off of her dragon's back, down the dry and un-slimed grossly put together straps to toss it all at her dragon's feet. Whups. Meanwhile, her family is already starting to BAKE in the Igen heat. "Great Faranth. My head." Holding the sides of her head, she peers through stringy blond hair to Q'fex. "Is it always this hot here?" Talicanitath and the — Weyrwoman?? — of High Reaches are glanced too. "Hey… waitaminute." She's not gonna OUT her, is she?

Unhooking her straps, Lendai dismounts with ease. She takes a few moments to look around, relishing for a brief moment of having no other responsibility except for herself and her dragon. Her nose wrinkles just a tad as she looks over what will surely become her new domain. Her nose is turned up, just a little. Desert. Lovely. Overhearing Alys, the goldrider can't help but start to fan herself already. Her riding leathers are being stripped off in haste, leaving her in a cleavage-baring white tank top and cute, pink little shortie-shorts. Just, y'know, incase anyone ever wondered what Lendai had on underneath her leathers. "It's bloody damned hot." Talicanitath doesn't mind so much the heat, already settling down for a small respite before she starts complaining about all the stuff STILL piled up on her. "So. Um… bronzerider… guy." Lendai never did learn Q'fex's name. "Where are the gold's weyrs? I'll need to get myself moved in and Talicanitath will need food and rest, as soon as possible. Where is your Weyrwoman?" So she may overthrow her and gain control of this place. Is it possible to dye sand pink?

Mailli lands with a soft thud, and finds it nescessary to take a couple deep breaths to force her stomach to behave. Her riding jacket is stripped off which exposes her rather unconventional (for this time anyway) attire, "Bloody hell, I thought dry heat was supposed to be easier to deal with. I can't fardling breathe," and the dolphineer is suddenly seated on the ground.

When Kanga finds her feet, well, she's kind of dizzy and ends up falling to her knees, catching her fall with one perfectly manicured hand. A string of expletives including 'Faranth' and other unsavory such things "I BROKE A NAIIIILLLLL!" she squeals, while K'rru manages to mutter something like 'Dahhl, shut yer yap for now, you know you packed the manicure set and polish. Like the others, leathers are soon stripped off and hooked to Rue's straps. "Also, water. He needs water, and me too. How bout some wine?" Or some WHINE. Take your pick.

Much like Lendai, Alys is stripping out of her leathers as well (total copycat, yo), leaving them in a pile in the sand at her dragon's feet. "Hotter than…" Her own under-leathers are not much different than Lendai's. The women share a penchant for pink, though Alys has become favored of a pink and green combo. Sexy female riders, ho. Someone — Kanga — mentions water. Or K'rru. One of them near the familiar brown. "We need water like no one's business. My dragon!" Pointing a finger at her little baby green: "IS DRYING OUT." Because normally dragons are… that slimy. Right. Riiiiiiight. Her voice is still shaking and while no longer retching (lets just kick some sand and dirt over that hot mess) she's leaning up against Rakshamanith's leg like a limp rag. "Waaaater." Parched (melodramatic-)lips make a smacking sound. "Waaaaater." Rasp.

As the presence of the arrivals become known, a contingent of Igen riders appear out of the dust — or less dramatic, a bunch of Igenites emerge from all over the bowl. It's like being at the zoo, only the arrivals are the ones on display. Q'fex is the leader of Sandblast for a reason. "These guys? Yeah, they all need homes, stuff, something." And so the wingleader wanders off, leaving everyone in the (not so awesome) care of the Igen lower cavern women. From the distance, a ROAR of ANGER can be heard. "Oh, and you-there-goldrider? You might want to hide." Then? Q'fex out.

Nell blinks around as the crowd of people starts to arrive. She's soon seeking the comfort of the dragon behind her. Freakishly tall, there's not going to be any hiding for the greenrider.

All the remaining dragons land from midair, filling the bowl. "This is just the first jump," Lendai says to a passing brownrider who essentially ignores her minus a shocked look at the woman's heaving bosom. There's a flash of irritation in the goldrider's eyes, though it diminishes fast as a few other residents seem to give Talicanitath a wide berth due to her size, which amuses the goldrider. "Hide?" She states, eyebrows furrowed in question. "Why would I want to…" The roar of ANGER is noted, and Lendai takes that as a que to… y'know. Hide. Just incase. "C'mon, you." She moves over and grabs Alys's hand, knowing the girl as a friend of her little sister (let Iili rest in peace, as she's now technically DEAD!). "We're going to go find the queen's weyrs, you can stay with me until they can get you your own weyr." Isn't Lendai nice? And assuming, since who says there even ARE goldrider weyrs here? Either way, the goldrider drags the greenrider off with their dragons following.

Kanga becomes impatient (or moreso). She grabs K'rru's sleeve and DRAGS HIM off. Lower cavern women, HER ASS, she's going to go find something better by hook or by crook. For now, the trinket loaded green and brown stay put but too soon they fly or stagger off too. Its going to be an interesting Nowtime.

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