[EVENT] Lavender's Blue [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: anyone and everyone
Location all around town
Date: Night 180
Summary: Kill the sinners or run for your lives.
Warnings: Horror, potential gore and death. Please note more specific warnings in subject lines!

close we will live, dilly dilly
and when we die
both in one grave, dilly dilly
close we will lie

Comments

[redrooms]

[Calming Davesprite down is something, at least. Something small, even if she can't do much else at this point.]

"Prophet" implies a connection to a god or some other entity. Unless it was a witch hunt, we don't know if she was being influenced by something or not, and the consensus the dreamers got was that whatever is under the town is dangerous. I don't trust it, either.

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite nods.]

The public data videos don't really say much. She played soccer, she got taken by people, she got blinded when she saw the bombs fall. But eyes on the walls, the rag dolls... We really don't have enough clues yet.

[He taps a hand to his face.]

And I'm wondering about these. Why glowing?

[redrooms]

[Another shake of the head.]

I don't know. The only connection I can think of is to Andromeda. Winter said she had glowing green eyes, and Clint saw a pair of glowing eyes in her house. It could be a coincidence, or it could mean something.

[mrcreamsicles]

[Andromeda—]

[Clint told him about that. He saw where Winter said it; he's seen the pictures of her and Andromeda both. He remembers other things too, things he's read, and now recently between his post and House's with details of the dreams.]

Maybe it is related. Kunsel found some SD card from her ages ago suggesting she might still be around, and Winter said if she has a backup it's likely at town hall, and we know that's at the center. And in the dreams, people saw her too. Alfie, Ecks—she was trying to help them, saying we can get out of here the same way we came. And Ecks saw stars, right? These green lights, like her eyes, and the thing about keeping the stars inside her—

[He bites his lip, then says,]

Maybe she's part of how we can talk to people still. How the "ghosts" are clinging on. If she said Ecks could be a star, and now we have eyes lit up like hers... I don't know what else it could be.

[redrooms]

Maybe they were more than just AIs, or maybe they were meant to be more. There's something about this town—you don't defend a place like this in the middle of nowhere for no reason, and why would they choose a little place in Alaska to test the Admin system?

[She shrugs, considering it.]

The references to "stars" are a metaphor for something, I'm just not sure what. If the prophet, or whatever the prophet was connected to, considered it a threat...

[mrcreamsicles]

There were other places with the admin system, too, but this place is already weird besides. Andromeda being here, the force field, the defense system with the walls. And it wasn't always a spiral, so what's up with that?

[Weird doesn't even cover it, but there's only so many ways he can repeat the same sentiment.]

Does your guide have her house marked down? Maybe if I find it I can talk at her about this. Maybe she'll give me something.

[redrooms]

Yes, it's fifty-six on House's map, between the school and the pond. It's worth a shot. Clint tried to talk to her and he did get a response, although all she said was "go east".

[mrcreamsicles]

I'll try. I already know to go east, so maybe if I ask something specific enough I'll get something more useful.

[He holds up a fist. Give him a bump, Nat.]

Looks like I've got my plan, if we make it through this.

[redrooms]

[Natasha gives him a fistbump, then steps forward to hug him, squeezing tight.]

We'll be alright, Davesprite, I promise.

[mrcreamsicles]

[Natasha gets a startled caw for her effort, and a stiff-postured teenager in her arms.]

[Can he wiggle away? He's going to try to. He is not good at receiving hugs.]

[redrooms]

[Natasha lets him wiggle away, smiling as she lets go.]

Would you like me to come with you?

[mrcreamsicles]

[His feathers ruffle and resettle. Look what you did, Nat. They were in disarray already, but now they're indistinguishably worse.]

[He clears his voice.]

No. I'm a big enough target as it is, like this.

[Just look at him. He's fucking orange.]

I don't need to paint a bigger target on your back. Just go and keep safe, alright?

[redrooms]

Davesprite, I'm wearing all black and I have red hair.

[She doesn't exactly blend into the snow.]

You don't need to worry about me. If you want me with you, I'll come.

[mrcreamsicles]

One conspicuous target plus another doesn't help, genius. Besides, I've been jumpy enough that trying to worry over you is going to mess me up, even if I know you're way more capable than I am with this stuff.

[It's really not personal.]

I'm going to go out on my own. But I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay? If we're both alive, if we still can.

[redrooms]

[Natasha laughs softly, rolling her eyes.]

Of course, Mr. Bond. I defer to your judgment.

[Her tone is light for the first time in their conversation, at least.]

Do you have anything to protect yourself with?

[mrcreamsicles]

[He spreads his hands.]

Nope. Not more than a wooden spoon and my nails. [He flexes his fingers.] But the key is trying to avoid fights in the first place. Even if I had a sword with me like I'm used to, I wouldn't want to use it against a person.

My best bet's to keep my eyes peeled and my ears open.

[redrooms]

You're right, but it doesn't hurt to have a back up plan. I can give you something just in case.

[mrcreamsicles]

[He's quiet a moment. He doesn't like the idea, but he can't deny the risk, either.]

What do you have?

[redrooms]

Just scissors. They're useful even if you don't use them as a weapon.

[mrcreamsicles]

In that case I'll take them.

[She is right about them being useful, and he doesn't have anything good for cutting things just yet. He holds out his hand.]

[redrooms]

[Natasha leans over to pull them out of her boot, then hands them over.]

Stay safe, Davesprite. If anything happens, contact me, alright?

[mrcreamsicles]

Thanks.

[He loads them into a loop on the utility belt he wears, the one he keeps the wooden spoon in. Loading them together should make it less likely for the scissors to fall out, he figures, and it's where he would reach to begin with if he wanted to grab something to defend himself with.]

You too, Nat, for both parts. I'll talk to you tomorrow if I can, too, even if nothing else happens tonight.