Who

K'vvan Mayte Finn Sawyer Sorvani Threvobek Safid Jaelynn

What

The candidates are enlisted to help unearth some of Zeyta's stuff. Some of them walk away with heavy pockets.

Language

When

It is evening of the fourth day of the tenth month of the second turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Abandoned Caverns

OOC Date

 

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Abandoned Caverns

A tragedy of 400 turns ago wasted this cavern system which was, at its demise, private living quarters. The 'door' barring the entrance is a combination of loose wood planks and lumps of rubble too bothersome to move and suitable to make entering an unattractive past time. Not that there's anything captivating of the interior remains; a legitimate cave in of the base rock obstructs most of the ground though the chamber expands past its original dimensions when the wall to an adjoining room also collapsed. Grit and fine chips of stone carpet the floor, shreds of a rug are visible from under the weight of boulders. There is one undamaged glow sconce, but the vermin calling this abandoned cavern home aren't disclosing its salvageability.


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Didn't the candidates know that they are a commodity to be TRADED around? Somehow Wingleader Zeyta spoke to the right person and managed to get a solid group of them reassigned to do some "PT" with Arroyo. Which means that they have been herded towards the Abandoned Caverns. The work Arroyo has already put in is apparent, with supports making sure that no part of the roof is about to fall upon the little disasterbaits that are shoved inside. Overseeing this company is one very grumpy K'vvan, who is not above shoving any little candidates who are not forward about getting their butts into that glow-lit space. "Grab a shovel. Anything you find goes into a pile." K'vvan sweeps his attention across the group pointedly as his eyes linger on one particular blond-haired candidate. She looks SHIFTY. "Everything you might find was valuable before the 'quake. Any questions as to why she f*king kept it here and not in a room that WASN'T about to fall in take up with Zeyta." With that set of orders K'vvan gestures towards where shovels can be found and then towards a pile of rock. HE is just going to settle back against a wall and WATCH.

More PT! Any opportunity to stretch those muscles is a good opportunity, right? Safid usually thinks so. There's something about being under millions of pounds of solid rock that puts the man on edge, though- comes of being raised in the open air environment of the Bazaar, and spending so much time on the flat plains of Keroon. Of course, it's not likely that anyone's going to recognize the tension in his grim expression. He always looks like that, and it doesn't keep from hesitating to prowl forward to seize a shovel either. Duty is what duty is, and orders are orders. The smallest of salutes is ticked K'vvan- dominant hand is holding the shovel, see- and then he's off towards one of the larger piles of rubble. Yes. Everything is about size with this one.

Sorvani's lips are moving constantly, but she's keeping it inaudiable for the moment. The candidates closest to her might catch some of her "The ground is solid, the ground is not moving" mantra, but she is trying to keep it to a whisper. Large dark eyes take in the rubble, the struts, the rider, and the shovels before her faces twists briefly into disgust. Euw work. With a resigned sigh, she takes her place in line to grab a shovel. Spying Safid's salute she also offers one of her own before moving off to a pile the exact opposite side of the pretty surly man. Euw Safid.

So this was Zeyta's storage unit. Threovbek treats this task at hand as drudgery, but drudgery with pinache. It's not everyday one finds a sundial with ornate effigies and nude caricatures. Rue to part with it, but resolute, Rev shows off what glimpses he can to Safid and Finn before putting in the 'Zeyta' pile. Half expecting the Wingleader to thrash at them from a detached corner like Smaug over his hoard, he's careful where he walks where there's treasure underfoot.

'Anything?' Finn looks dubiously around at the debris and back to the surly rider. 'Anything' is everywhere. They're gonna move the whole cavern from one side to the other? That's some silly make-work that is- "Oooooh…" It dawns on Finn as K'vvan expands on his instruction. If Zeyta's behind this work assignment… "Yes, Sir." He grabs up a shovel and hisses low as those Candidates nearby, "I know just where to go." He picks his way through milling Candidates and fallen debris, a wary eye cast up at the suspect ceiling. Evidence of the place's instability all around them. Collapsed timbers. Hunks of stone. BOULDERS. He shudders. He'd been in here. During a storm. With Zeyta. Not but a seven before the quakes. He shudders again. Pointing ahead, Finn beckon, "See that curve of stone. Bet we find a bunch of stuff there." Safid is issued a nod. Sorvani a smile. Rev a smile and a nod.

"The ceiling isn't about to f*king fall on your heads, you," this he directs at Sorvani, "stop being so skittish. Arroyo's put in a sharding good amount of work." Growly not-happy-to-be-babysitting K'vvan shoves off from the wall and keeps a weather eye on the candidates as they move deeper into the caverns. "We aren't about to f*king allow any of you to die now that you've touched those eggs."
Mayte walks in from the Central Bowl.

"Fucking people, man," Safid asides to Threvobek, sotto voce, for that little glimpse of strangeness. Who makes something like that? Who commissions it? It is a puzzle to the burly candidate, but not a particularly light-hearted one. Then he's stabbing into his pile with a vengeance, each shovelful of material to be tipped to the side lifted with a grunt. It isn't long before he too has a prize to pull out of silt and dust- he bends and grips a length of dirt-colored fabric, hauling it free. It didn't start out dirt colored, though as he shakes it an expensive sheen can be seen below the new shade that nature has decided it should be. And if those clouds of shaken dust roll a little in Sorvani's direction, well…

Jaelynn peeks around the area taking it all in and tilting her head slightly as she picks up a shovel. She isn't worried about being underground.. Honestly does anything touch her happy attitude? "Sure thing sir!" This said to K'vvan with a polite tone and smile. She moves along humming a soft tune to herself as she picks out a spot and goes about looking through it, dirt? Who is worried about it? She sure isn't. hearing Finn she peeks over curiously to see where abouts they have started it seems.

Sawyer has been summoned by K'vvan via the RP Invite command!
Who comes in at the tail end of everything, looking like this dark place is a whole new exciting world? It's dark-haired and mischievous - it's Mayte! She sneaks in at the trail end, looking like she's totally supposed to be here, all innocent eyes and everything. "Psst. What's happening?" she asks a few nearby Candidates. She can't really hide the knot but this is the end of a fifteen minute break and darnit, Mayte needs some adventurizng.

Sorvani's mantra pauses for a moment. Then she utters a couple of new words, with a completely different rythym and emotional context. Afterwards her lips stay still, although she does snort at Safid, and his dust. Then sneezes. Dammit. For all of the practise she's been getting lately, she's still awkward with a shovel, the blade scraping ineffectually against stone more often than not. She is trying however, that's bonus points right? "No idea!" Sorvani answers Mayte brightly.

"Put your back into it girl! This is why females sho… Mayte." K'vvan pauses RIGHT in the middle of a start of a rant about why girls shouldn't be allowed to stand. Sorvani, saved by the KNOT. "What are you doing here?" He shoves his hands in his pockets and scowls a bit, as that roll of dust hits him after rolling around Sorvani. "F*ck it man, keep that s*it in YOUR AREA." This gets shouted at Safid.

Finn's eyes bug a bit at that clever bit of mosaic work. How did you do that with just chunky pieces? It's a mystery to be sure. He flashes a grin at Threvobek and snorts at Safid, giving a crafter's reply, "Folk want what they want, aye?" Not that he's an appreciator, per se. At K'vvan's "Yeah, stop being skittish Sorvani! We're perfectly safe!" He bumps her shoulder and murmurs, "Don't mind … he's … … … close … … happens, …" PAH. Dust. Dirt. Debris. "Safid. Watch it." He spots the leg of something, "Hey, gimme a hand," he pulls at the leg and finds NO resistance. Staggering back right towards Jaelynn.

Threvobek claimed one of the glow lanterns and though more awkard to wield, really illuminates their…plight. "Were only we this rich…" Reacting to Safid in an equally low voice that barely parts the air's dust motes. Wuzzat? Catching and throwing the light is something on the ground— not glass. Gemstones? A boot's quick to cover them up, toe not pressed all the way down to damage them, protecting their worth until he can process what he thought he just saw. Eyes catch a few gestures made by other candidates reacting to Mayte's entrance. Following suit, he salutes but lets others answer he immediate question. Why, the 13th Labor of Hercules that didn't make the cut of course.

Always the best timing, this one. Mayte grins gleefully at K'vvan, "Just getting some air, y'know. Cooling down." One hand flaps before she turns to look around: "What's happening 'round here?" Since the resemblance to 'cleaning' is rough. Not that Mayte looks terribly concerned. Each Candidate is eyed in turn, inquisitively. She's just curious for now.
*the* immediate question

Jaelynn glances over to Sorvani as she hears the others, she wasn't paying attention lost in her own little world it would seem. She does hear K'vvan though and casts him a curious look before blinking. Though she won't be commenting on any of it! Anywho. "It's alright Sorvani, we're all here. No worries." She says to the other with a smile trying to help once the others have brought to her attention what is up. She goes about working on digging a bit of a hole and there is a slight *dinkdink* of her shovel hitting something. With that found she works on brushing at it with her hands to see if she can uncover what could be below. There is another voice and she peeks up only to suddenly get staggered into by Finn which makes her meep softly and stumble forward into the dirt as a result.

Surely Sawyer must be in the throng of candidates tasked with digging? And that is a shovel in one hand. In the other is… don't ask where she was hiding that roll, munching away as she watches the others toil away. Shoving the rest in with a thumb, she hefts up her shovel and mimics those closest to her, enough force used even if she's not quite applying it correctly. Safid's dust clouds cause her wide nose to twitch, ignored until several high-pitched sneezes rip from the girl in rapid succession. SNIFF. With a wipe to her shoulder, she huffs at him, "Safid bad." Still more of a greeting than anything, she goes back to moving dirt around.

Hey, Safid got a snoot full of dust too! He's actually called out while coughing, and waving his hand before his face- a gesture that shifts to a wave towards K'vvan to mark t hat he heard the bellow. Sure, sure. He bundles up the length of ruined sisal and sidearms it towards the pile of "to be saved", though how salvagable that scrap will be remains to be seen. Then it's the shovel again, and a low, low snort for Threvobek's remarks. "Guess they gotta spend it somewhere," he mutters. Mayte's arrival draws a glance of particularly narrowed eyes- who let the goldrider in here?!- before he looks back to his work. Not his place, not his place, not his- oh shells. "…" Yes. Somehow he actually articulates that, at Sawyer.

This is why females should be pampered and treated like princesses is what K'vvan was going to say right? As it is Sorvani treats him to a suspicious mini-glower, scrape scrape scraping away at her pile, giving Finn a wicked little grin for his 'encouragement', extending it to Jaelynn as well. However something captures her attention. Another exploritory scrape is executed. Yes, the noise has changed! Squatting Sorvani brushes away the sand and 'things' that are covering her discovery, revealing an awful lot of red. Stubbornly she tries to tug it from its silty bed. And promptly lands on her arse. "I think I need help." No d'uh!

K'vvan STARES at Mayte for another few long long seconds. There's more than a hint of CONFLICTED in that gaze of his, before he turns resolutely away. "Digging. Zeyta lost a sh*t ton of crap in this place during the earthquake." With that he TURNS AWAY from the goldrider to see who best to put his attentions on. Like a magnet surliness to match his own draws his gaze and he marches towards Safid. "So you're the group's pissant, who always manages to throw sh*t on everything." A GUESS.

There are only three Threvobek can see, a red and two blue stones once making something gaudy. One, two, three, fingers pluck the gems out of the common rubble. The executive (smart) decision is to not toss them into the growing heap of items but they're placed in a chipped container that once held face powder. Only residue remains but the gems, minus one, are placed inside for safe-ish keeping. The other is stashed elsewhere. "You girls want this?" The glow lantern is offered to the fairer sex group of Jaelynn and Sorvani (& Sawyer??). "Here," the lantern is hung in front of Sorvani to take while he tries to haul on the red item compacted in the ruins.

Goldriders be chillin' where they want. And in particular, Mayte. She espies Safid's eyes and grins at him, a little more tooth than the usual smile. For Sorvani, Mayte blinks, though there's no actual move to be of assistance. That this is Zeyta's stuff has Mayte's eyebrows rising, "All of this? Seriously?" No wonder she hasn't seen the Wingleader since. "That sucks for her." K'vv's own words for Safid have her pursing lips at him: "Don't break the Candidates, K'vvan." It's quiet and in passing so she can go wander around and poke at things.

Shiny. That's all Sawyer needs to lure her in closer, furthering her investigation of the rubble with a more hands-on approach. There's a yelp, one that's stifled as quickly as she can, the heel of her palm shoved into her mouth as she glares at the rubble. There's a malicious gleam, a shard of mirror that how has a taste for human blood. There's a quick glance around the room, K'vvan passed over with a narrowing of her eyes for his tone, until she spots Mayte. Abandoning her shovel, she's not kind in the way she shoulders others out of her way, pulling her hand out to show the goldrider her cut. "Ouch."

Finn lands well on his ass cradling the chair leg in his arms. "Sorry there, Jae." His brows go up at that gilt all along the leg's length, ornament on ornament. Zeyta did have fanc-i-fied taste. "Zeyta's gonna be pissed. He gets to his feet and, well, there's nothing for it… chucks the chair leg onto the growing pile. Finn barks a good-natured laugh at Safid's aside. Safid would know better than any of them what folks did with the elusive 'spare mark.' And somehow that's articulated too. "Sawyer good," he tosses the greeting with a chin at feral woman-girl. "HEY. Did you take my lighter?" Finn makes a sparky-sparky gesture at Sawyer as if working the mechanism of said lighter. Having just landed on his ass himself, Finn is sympathetic. Busy with work, Finn hasn't noticed the goldrider, or, if he has keeps at his appointed tasks. Others can deal with courtesies. Not that 'courtesy' is a K'vvan specialty. But whatevs… things to dig up! He moves over to Sorvani. "Whatcha got there?" Prod, prod with the shovel.
"Zeyta's gonna be pissed." <—- missing quote

Sorvani crawls along the collapsed column of crimson, brushing away the clinging sand with both hands. Whatever it is, it is long! And soft. "OH!" Sorvani exclaims with surprise. "It's a bloody rug!" Her excitment over working out the mystery is cut by the disappointment of finding something so mundane. Why can't she find the jewels? Fingering one of the many holes that the rocks had lovelingly bestowed upon the weft she sighs. "I guess it would have been lovely once." And then she's back to sweeping the sand off and trying to make it easier to add to the pile.

Jaelynn works at brushing herself off a bit. "Sok Finn." She offers back and is looking over to the others, well this time Sorvani pondering what she could have found. As for herself, well she isn't sure and she is back to digging only to find… a rock! Well that's nothing unnormal. She eyes the rock and huffs a touch before tossing it to the side. "Hey Swayer." Is sent towards the little wild one.

"Haven't flung shit in twenty turns or more, sir." To his credit, Safid is decent at making with the low, respectful tone of voice- it helps that Sawyer has gone elsewhere. It also helps the effect of "respectful" that he isn't looking at K'vvan as he answers the greenrider. Those focused, intense eyes are aimed down at the rubble he continues to pick through with the shovel's tip. More care is taken now that it's proven this heap does indeed have treasures. More nudging, and rolling aside, than stabbing and lifting. All that work, though, and he still can't keep himself from a glance gone sidelong at Threvobek making with the courtesies at the ladies. That calls for a skewed twist of lips that doesn't quite qualify as smile.

"Right, because that wasn't as full of brown s*it as anything." K'vvan doesn't make much of respectful voices, the overly sugary ones that are oh so false. Or he knows that no one in the weyr respects him, and so any attempt at respect is seen as a lie. EITHER WAY. "You got a problem with the rest of them? F*king just say it." K'vvan's eyes shift back to Mayte, watching the ranker in the room move, and looks upwards. Well. Hopefully that ceiling won't fall in.

Awww. Mayte loks at Sawyer's cut seriously and nods: "That's an ouch alright," she'll agree, then waves at K'vvan: "Got any bandages or strips of cloth?" An eye to the surroundings, "Clean cloth? She's," Sawyer, that is, "Cut her hand." Hopefully right in the middle of the greenrider's little chat with Safid. Also, why is Mayte getting rocks tossed in her direction? A blink at Jaelynn, "Uhhhh, wut?"

Sugary isn't quite the description for Safid's voice, nor the tone he adopts. Gravelly, yes, gruff, yes, low, certainly. But never sugary. Case in point, the grunt that K'vvan earns for his next foul-tempered jab. That would be the broad-shouldered candidate refusing to take the bait. "Just working, sir," he rumbles as the shovel is stabbed to the side again to secure it in the ground. Then he's taking a knee to reach with surprisingly delicate touch to lift the remnants of a doll from its nest of rocky debris. Dust is cleared from its face with tender sweeps of fingertips, its dirt-clogged hair tidied- and that touch leading him to turn it over to inspect the damage to the back of the toy's head.

Threvobek departs from the girls to go back to the dim area rife with equal parts shadow and fragments. He's manhandling assorted chunks of stones into the pile of such designation, eyeing Safid's progress as K'vvan's isolating him out. "Seen any tunnel snakes yet? I've heard 'em." He doesn't move, tossing what he can from a stationary position.

Shrugging, Sorvani stands up and brushes her hands together. "That's as good as it's going to get." She announces before lifting her end, possibly she just assumes there is someone else there, or possibly she's just going to drag the thing to the pile, it's uncertain, but she does strain against the weight of the rug as she struggles for forward momentum.

K'vvan is just about to let loose some more vitriol in Safid's general direction- it's been far too long since he was able to just yell at someone. But Mayte's voice is one that is going to cut through any more and so K'vvan spins on his foot and stalks back to the bleeding candidate. Roughly he'll take her hand and turn it over, seeing how deep it is. "Stupid," is his remark for her cut, "Don't you idiots actually look before you reach in random places? YO!" His voice rings out, "You, girl," this to Jaelynn, "weren't you a healer? Get your butt over here and take care of this."

Jaelynn hears the talk of someone bleeding and then hears Mayte after that rock and her eyes widen a bit. "Oh shards.. I'm sorry I was.. just.." Pause, now she is a touch worried. "I'm sorry ma'am.." A glance is sent to K'vvan but she is up and moving over to the two, no three. "Yes sir I am.." A soft smile is sent to Swayer, and a nervous one to Mayte before she is looking at the other girl's hand to see how bad said cut is. "It'll be alright Swayer."

It'd be uncharitable for Finn to wish harm on tunnelsnakes, given that they'd saved him from death once before, but that doesn't stop him from offering, "Hopefully," he grunts lifting the end of Sorvani's find, she's gonna get the other end, right? Right Sorvani? "They all got crushed." He's about to call Jaelynn over when she's called over to the rankers. "What happened to Sawyer?" A questioning look to Safid, did Safid know? Safid bad, but he might have seen.

Saved by the ouch! When K'vvan goes off, Safid rises and tosses the doll- suddenly uninterested, imagine that- into the save pile. Then he's striding over to hunker down beside Threvobek, opting to use hands to shift debris now. "Heard they get big, this deep," is his idle comment. "Poisonous too, they get old enough."

When K'vvan announces that Rock-thrower is also the local healer, Mayte shrugs at Jaelynn, "You learn better aim with firestone anyway," and a ghost of a cheeky grin passes for the girl. And now that Sawyer's in Jaelynn's hands, Mayte sort of pats the awkward girl on the shoulder a little, even more awkwardly before looking up at K'vvan with a little smile. Her mouth opens to say something, but instead Mayte's head whips around to the doorway, and she stares at it: "We have guests," she announces, and a salute to everyone as she has to trot out. From where and what for go unexplained, but in such a puff of dust, Mayte has vanished from whence she came.

Despite her plight, Sawyer pauses in her path to acknowledge Finn in his greeting, "Finn good," and look perplexed after his question. With a head tilt, her attention shifts back to Mayte— which doesn't mean she didn't take his lighter. Mayte's confirmation is doubled by a few nods from Sawyer. Yes, it's an ouch. When her hand is roughly turned over, K'vvan is welcome to a grimace of warning, baring her teeth at the surly greenrider. There's a low grind of something that sounds like 'stupid' before Jaelynn is summoned. To her credit, Sawyer isn't crying or making a fuss, just shoving the wound at the healer candidate expectantly. "Jaelynn."

"Is she stupid or something?" K'vvan eyes the girl with the cut with a raised eyebrow. "I didn't think they let the broken ones stand but what the f*ck do I know." With that unflattering comment K'vvan moves himself away from the healer and the candidate, to chide another kid who seems to be trying to move a rock way too big for him.

Sorvani shoots a grateful smile to Finn. "Thanks!" Whats going to work? TEAMWORK!. But still she's clearly struggling, she was not built for gross manual labour (Unlike Safid). Eventually she and the carpet reach 'the pile' and she removes her arms to let her end down with a THUD! There! The epic saga of the red rug is over! Brushing dust from her clothes she returns to her shovel and the pile. Perhaps under the rug there are jewels. She certainly seems more eager with the scraping of her shovel.

"Faranth's tits!" Threvobek launches a popular curse by Safid, attention snapping to his hand with a spinner attached to it. After enough times it detaches and he's back to slinging rock like it's firestone. There's something he's torqued to say but doesn't given the immediate company. "What happened?" Poor Sawyer could have bled to death and he's now just noting the distress. K'vvan's comment hits a chord but the smart don't say anything in support of it. Right, Safid?

Hey! No spinners! Safid sees it coming but his efforts at jerking clear of the threatening insect- death to the face, aaaaugh!- pulls free a rock that appears to have been supporting the greater pile. There's a hiss, and a rumble, and then there's a cascade of stones fist-sized and smaller, carried on slippery pebbles, rolling down towards the nearest candidates. That leads to the ex-prostitute throwing himself backwards, hand slashing out for Rev's arm in a bid to get him out of the way too. "…shit." That pretty much sums it up, and could even serve as answer to the question he's been asked.

Jaelynn is checking her pockets while glancing at Swayer's hand. "Your alright, it's not that bad." She glances to the others. "Does anyone have some water with them? Would be nice to wash her hand off before I put something on it." A glance is sent to K'vvan and she frowns a moment. That doesn't set well with her at all. A soft sigh escapes her and she soon looks back to Sawyer and smiles at her name, a nod is seen. "Yeah.. Finn's good and you got my name right."

Finn says, "Hnnghh!" A mighty coiling of belly muscles, legs, torso, arms working in concert, "On three.. one, two…" is released! Aaaaaaand Sorvani's just letting go. More dropping, really. Finn hastily turns his backswing into a shove and the carpet, THUD! It teeters up and then tips over down onto the pile. He heads back to his shovel, dusting hands fruitlessly on his trousers. Digging, digging, digging and then there's a rumbling clatter of debris. Grabbing whoever's nearby Finn scrambles out of the way. His jaw muscles bunch and he glares the surly stalking greenrider. Lips licked, he does a nose-count of Candidates himself. Is everyone accounted for?

Sorvani whistles and drops her shovel to the side, as something glints in the sand. JEWELS FINALLY! Dropping to her knees she carefully excavates the shiny pretty thing from the dross that surrounds it. As the grains of sand are removed revealing not jewels, the anticipation in her expression fades to slight disappointment. But she continues to work, finally revealing an exceptionally fine example of a ships compass, still in working order, if one ignores the crack in the glass cover. "Look!" She exclaims excitedly, twisting the instrument to show the movement of the needle. "Everyone knows it's Faranth's pointy tits." D'uh Rev. And then Safid causes the roof to collapse! With clumsy kitten-like reflexes she's up on her feet and moving away from the rocks that a moving with a terrified shriek. "F*CK!" Is exclaimed once she's reached 'safety', one hand clutching her chest, the other deathgripping the compass.

It could be K'vvan's comments, if Sawyer understands, or it could be the constant reassurance from Jaelynn that has her brows lowering. "Is fine." Just an ouch, that needs to be fixed. So fix it, already. When the rocks are displaced and the rubble starts to fall toward them, Sawyer grabs Jaelynn and shove-pulls her away from the rolling stones. Her hold on the girl is protective and perhaps too tight, hugging her with eyes narrowed until things begin to settle once more. "SAFID." Yes, because yelling won't make things worse. "BAD." The healer will eventually be released.

"F*king candidates like f*kin … …" K'vvan's voice trails off into an inaudible mutter when the glowery candidate causes that cascade of rocks. "No one's f*king hurt, stand up you idiots and keep working." He is careful as he steps to avoid any of that debris as he picks his way back towards Safid, reaching downwards to yank the young man upwards by brute force if necessary. "Sharding watch what rocks you're moving."

Finn counts noses and, satisfied everyone's all right (though maybe he counted a couple of them twice), gets back to digging. He unearths a… book. Woo. He flips it open, maybe something cool would be inside, like, a treasure map or clues to navigate Zeyta's booby traps. But, nope. The … writing looks familiar. "No way." Finn's just staring at the book. Clearly not working as he squints at the pages. "Somebody bring a glow over here." He shakes his head, "This is too fucking precious for words."

Jaelynn blinks as she is grabbed and is about to say something but doesn't seeing how Swayer just saved her little healer's booty here. She glances behind her where a pile of rubble rests and is then looking to Swayer once more. She smiles and nods to her. "Thank you Swayer." This said softly whiel she goes about wrapping a bit of cloth around the other's hand. "It'll be alright, just clean it up good when get done here, ok?" She hears Finn and casts a glance towards him wondering what was found now.

"Dick!" Is directed at Safid now that the panic is over. But Sorvani isn't using it as a term of endearment, but more as an agreement/addendum to K'vvan's sage advice. Relaxing her grip on the compass, she drops it into the pile. The glass is cracked anyway, so she probably hasn't damaged it too much. With a weary much-abused sigh she returns once more to the labour she's been assigned. The forgotten shovel is retrieved, and shes carefully scraping drek once more. Third time is the charm right?

Threvobek wasn't worked to a lather over the spinner though he isn't an ardant fan of them. Rockslides, however, qualify. "HRNhhh!" Is all he can do, tripping over an ottoman though Safid warned him in advance. He scrambles, heels dug into the ground to have him righted and avoiding the brunt, but a quantity does dirty his boots. Legendary boots under a veneer of flaking manure. "We're alright!" In case anyone was planning eulogies. "What'd you find, smith?" Brushing himself off and continuing the HARD LABOR. "Here, take these!" Antique underwear detangled from the ground is flung at Sorvani, frills flying.

There is a limit to what Safid can take, and being manhandled crosses that line. He's halfway up already by the time K'vvan reaches him, and feeling a hand closing on his nape leads to a sweep of his arm, a twist that brings him to his full height. For a moment, there's just snapping emerald fire in the eyes that flash at the greenrider, and the restless side to side working of his jaw. Then good sense prevails to save him from a choice that might well have risked his knot. "I'll be more careful, sir," he rumbles, though the words might well be too low to hear in all of this din. Sorvani is accorded no such courtesies, the glance he flicks in her direction being of the narrow variety.

Sawyer grunts, "Welcome." because someone has to have taught her manners, even if she might not mean it half the time. She watches as Jaelynn wraps her hand, flexing her fingers after and giving a curt nod. That'll do. Finn's exclamation also catches her attention, and she walks over to inspect what's in his hand sans glow. Nobody said she was helpful! She'll try and snatch it, if he's not careful.

"Another journal or book or something. Get this," he spreads the pages and shoves the book open-faced Threvobek- and Jaeylnn-ward, "Same handwriting." Like they can see it in the dim light and across the distances separating them. Sensitive to temper and temperature, Finn catches the physical exchange between K'vaan and Safid. Or… rather, the one-sided-ness of it. "Safid, grab a glow, would you?" He doesn't seem to need any help getting out of K'vvan's rage-radius, but… can't hurt to give him a reason, eh? Since Sawyer's as helpful as tits on a tunnelsnake. His eyes dip to that bandage, "You okay?" He peers around, looking left, right, center. "Where'd Sorvani get to?"

Sorvani has found something! Something interesting and intriguing, and quickly obscured by the fusty knicker-bockers that land on her head. "HEY!" She doth protest, pulling them from the top of her head and searching for their point of origin. Catching Safid's deathglare (pewpewpew) she returns it, adding a sardonically quirked brow for good measure. But back to her treasure, checking to make sure K'vvan is suitably occupied with the boys, she draws a battered looking box to her lap. Taking a rock in her hand, she fake-coughs. LOUDLY. Timing her spasms to the beating of the lock by the rock.

K'vvan snorts when the man breathes out against him, his green eyes meeting that dangerous fire head on. "Careful who you piss off kid," despite the fact that Safid's only two months or so younger than him, "not everyone is going to put up with s*i… is that f*king UNDERWEAR. That's it. EVERYONE OUT." K'vvan's voice rises as he swings around to point at the exit. "Leave the shovels RIGHT THERE, and GET THE F*CK OUT."

Jaelynn smiles and nods to Sawyer before she is looking around to see what she might be able to find once more. Something catches her attention, a bit of a glint of metal that was unearthed thanks to some rocks falling near it. Thugh just as she is about to pick it up there is the lovely singsong voice of K'vvan that is telling them to flee, flee for there lives. She glances over to the greenie and is about to say something before just figuring it is best to let it go. She peeks over at the others before she is heading towards the exit empty handed it seems!

"M'okay." Sawyer confirms, still trying to get at the journal without Finn being aware of it. Just like his lighter. When the call comes for Sorvani, she abandons her thievery and straightens up to cast her focus into the dark. Luckily for the younger candidate, it takes a few moments for Sawyer to point her out with a, "Sorvani". And then there's yelling. Why is there always yelling!? With another curl of her lips for K'vvan, she's quick to abandon the abandoned caverns and their treasures. Maybe her hand will scar, as a souvenir.

Saved again! Safid owes Rev a drink when this is all over. Weeks and…weeks from now. One can almost hear the way he's grinding his teeth as he pushes past K'vvan to stalk for the exit, sparing no backwards looks for the others. Empty-handed as well but at least he kept his knot?

Surprised that her tatic actually worked, Sorvani opens the battered hard-wood box carefully. A breathy exclaimation escapes her lips as she inspects the contents. K'vvan's sudden expulsion of the group causing her to jump, scattering the game pieces in the sand. Working quickly she picks them up, and puts them back on there pristine satin pillow. There are so many, surely one won't be missed? "Sawyer." Oh wait she yelled. Sawyer is long gone. And so should she be, as she follows behing the rest. "Oh sir! I forgot!" She says as she hands the box to K'vvan. "Sorry." And then she's gone.

So K'vvan is bellowing but it's okay because he's blustering for them to get out. Prehistoric panties in a wad? "Yessir!" Threvobek jettisons a salute for the greenrider, peeling his eyes away from Finn's find. He can't read that! By glancing. In dim light. "Let's go make sure we're all okay…in the barracks." Where they can share contraband.

Wow. "He must really not like underwear," Finn is blinking at K'vvan tracking the rider's look to Sorvani who's just exclaimed and is tossing said underwear aside. Sawyer's surreptitious grabby-hands are avoided like only someone who's grown up with canines and little sisters and cousins can. Jaelynn is scapering out. Safid glowering - the man's made that a mode of ambulation. Finn nods at Rev's direction and then, it's just him. He looks around and then tucks the book into his waistband and shuffles out, saluting the ornery greenrider on his way. Treasures! Poor, poor Zeyta.

"… I hope they didn't steal anything." K'vvan has that moment of thought AFTER Sorvani stuffs that box into his hands. The other candidates are scampering out and K'vvan is the last on out… though he totally kicks that glow closed before he does, muttering as he apparently steals that box of figurings. At least, it doesn't get left behind with the rest of the junk.

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