Welcome to Gaia! ::

Dannie gulped, he hated heights, the idea of dangling over side by a rope was not an appealing one. He might not have to climb down if he was lucky so he put his pack down and began searching through it. After a minute of digging around for it he pulled it out of the bag, standing there not sure what to do now he spoke nervously to the others near him. "I don't think I can do it... who wants to climb down?"

He dropped the rope on the ground in front of him and began searching the faces with hopeful eyes. "Oh, I'm Dannie by the way."

Emory heard Jere behind him - he wasn't deaf - and he rather appreciated the sentiment. It was a nice change of pace from jealousy, but he had always expected more from Jere. He slowed down as much as he could to allow his shorter companion to catch up and keep pace easily with him, though it quickly stopped when the leader stopped moving and turned around...

And clearly gave him the jealous faces he was so used to. Emory's heart went out to him. He nodded. "Well, it shouldn't be me, I'm heavier than I look, but I'm stronger than I look, so I can hold the rope." He grabbed his own gloves and, reluctantly, put them on. So constraining. He frowned and looked at the others. Jere was.. an option, but he would rather not dangle Jere off a cliff if he could help it. He grabbed ahold of the rope and gripped it tightly, testing its weight in his hands.

"So who's it gonna be at the end of this? Somebody has to."

Chester watched as most of group seemed to decline being the one to go down to retrieve the sparkly samples, for one reason or another. Were they all afraid of heights or something? Or was it sparkles? Were they afraid of getting close to sparkles? "Suppose I should also be someone to hold the rope?" he asked disinterestedly while flexing his muscles in emphasis. He wondered if it'd be bad manners if he didn't hold the rope tightly... Suppose it would.

Ruben Dylan Mcfarland: Failed Inventor
Notes: G-G-G-Geronimo?

Ruben followed the expedition down the path that their obviously psychotic leader lead them down. None of the other people seemed like talking, but some of them looked rather… eccentric. The inventor had dropped back behind the majority of the group, wheezing slightly as his ever-touchy asthma flared up again. That was why he liked staying indoors – nobody was there to make you march towards some great hulking dangerous unknown.
The path they followed started to slope downward, then suddenly stopped as a massive chasm yawed before them. It took Ruben’s breath away - almost literally, as the man took off his pack and fumbled around for a few minutes for his inhaler.
Taking a couple of lengthy puffs from the blue, L shaped tube, the man used his free hand to push his large glasses back up his now lightly moist nose.
There were rocks down there, big and small, glittering the colours of the rainbow. The veins of stone crossed each other in sharp patterns, creating the most amazing scene he had ever seen. What would those rocks do?! Would they be worth something? Perhaps he would find something strong enough to live through the shattering force of his latest failed invention; the hydro-electric vacuum-mower with added razor blades so you could shave yourself and your lawn at the same time.
He could hear faintly as Hawk’s transmitter scratchily ordered the reluctant leader to get some samples.
He could practically hear the scowl from where he stood. "Much as I don't like listenin' to that ********' thing, if it's somethin' new, that's what we're here for. Group up. Each of ya oughta have ropes in yer packs. Get one, strap one person in, and the others hold the ******** onto it. Try to get a sample, or at least let yer scanners see what that sparkly s**t is. That's an order, got it?"
Ruben watched in horror as the others slowly started to open their packs and fished out ropes. He was going to have to go down there.
They all started to talk then, nobody seemed to want to go down and – wait a second, did that guy have a tassel on his butt?
Ruben sighed. He was small and light, and if he stayed here he was likely to be thrown off the cliff by the psycho.
“I-I-I’ll go.” He stammered weakly, taking another puff from his now shaking inhaler.