[network] Event: Lavender's Green, Part One; Morning 192 [open]

[snowblindmods]

[You are lost in white infinity, but at least the network is here for you. Make sure to note any warnings in your subject lines!]

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@totheark; text

[0thingsonmymind]

what

@featherydouche; text; I'm sorry for him, he's just mad about everything

[mrcreamsicles]

you tell me dude
arent you used to stuff the makes no sense
tell me what your whacked out brain makes of this pure white nowhere land

@Spoiler ; text

[spoileralert]

Everybody vote


Do you think this is real?

@totheark; text

[0thingsonmymind]

as
real
as any thing
h e r e
is

@hawkguy, audio

[awwnoun]

Oh, neat, the eyes are back. [ Clint sounds like he does not think this is very neat. ]

Is everybody okay? Is - everybody else in a white room? Or is that uh. Just me.

@featherydouche; text

[mrcreamsicles]

im in one too
im alive
or whatever this is

text; @dreamsnhonor

[heroproceeding]

[ What better way to mask his unease than to... just stick with text this once. At least until he can get a better control of his breathing. Take it down a few notches. It's not helping with his painful flare ups lately. ]

Kuns? Zell? Jim? you out there?

the town's being screwy again. I'm stuck in this room.

anyone else? can you read this?

@jphawkins, text

[rattlingthestars]

i'm here.


[ A long pause. ]

Wherever here is.

@determination, voice

[despiteeverything]

[Waking up alone is the scariest part. That and the noises, the banging and the pacing. They're scared, still sick. But it's not the only time they've been scared. They have to figure this out. Figure anything out. They pick up the tablet as soon as they find it.]

Where- what happened? Wh-where is everyone? Lutha? A-anyone else?

[They try to think of something else useful to add, coughing as they do.]

...I heard the song now. I think it's the song. I couldn't hear it before but I heard one. Before I woke up.

@totheark; text

[0thingsonmymind]

itwas the
same song

@cabose; audio;

[blueteamsproblem]

I spy, with my little eye, something beginning wiiiiiith... W.

[ Maybe this is a coping mechanism. Maybe Caboose is trying to help other people cope. Maybe it's a joke.

Or maybe he's really, really stupid. ]

@twilighttown; text

[passingmemories]

[..... Should he even...?]

White walls?

@ASolomons; audio/video

[devoutish]

Royce, Tifa, Emily--

[Alfie's tone is curt, and while it's not panicked, it's clear he's on edge.]

If any of you can hear this, or if any of the rest of you are near them, check in. Kesara, Claire, I also wanna hear from you - yeah, and Rhys, as well. If--

[There's a sudden pounding, very close, as something knocks hard against the wall that Alfie just happens to be leaning on. He swears loudly, and there's the sound of his communicator falling and skittering across the floor as he drops it in surprise. As he continues talking, his voice is distant at first, but gets louder as he approaches and retrieves the communicator.]

The rest of you, share where you are; what you're seeing and hearing. Record. Take photographs, if you can.

[He can't, but maybe that's not universal.]

Me, I'm in a small room. Square. Between eight and ten feet in all directions, I think. It's--

[He doesn't realize it until he's about to say it, but it's warm. Or, at least, it's warm compared to what he's gotten used to in Norfinbury.]

The temperature's not bad. There's some sort of working heating system. And there's someone outside. If it's one of you, speak up.

[He briefly turns on the video, panning around the room (not that there's much to see). After about twenty seconds of this, he turns it off entirely.]

@lockhart; audio

[powersouls]

I'm okay! I'm fine.

[She sounds a little breathless and anxious, but being teleported to random locations isn't entirely unique anymore.]

I hear something, too. Like someone's walking around outside, right?

@genresavvy; audio

[theurgy]

[Cassel is freaked the hell out, so of course he ends up sounding angry.]

What the fuck. Where the hell are we? Does anyone else hear... are those footsteps?

@determination, voice

[despiteeverything]

I hear 'em too. They're- [They cough] They're hitting on the walls too.

@adamantine; Text

[escutcheon]

the least they could do would be to leave at least a book to pass the time.





maker. this is worse than fort drakon, and that's saying something.

text; @dreamsnhonor

[heroproceeding]

you really think they'd be that thoughtful? come on.

[ At least she still seems to be in tact. ]

gonna guess you're alone out there too.

@twilighttown; text

[passingmemories]

[Oh no oh no oh no. This white room just brings back some underlying fear in the back of his mind till he realizes that it's not Castle Oblivion. But this is worse.]

How did they get us in here without us noticing?

[And where's Sora?]

@icedragon; text

[toushiro]

Same reason why most of the things happen around here.

[ aka nobody knows ]

Are you hearing and experiencing the same things as everyone else?

@lockhart; audio

[powersouls]

[Text seems the safest route to go here so that he doesn't hear her yelling over the tablet. Plus, she can sound less freaked out.]

Okay, hold on.

[There's a pause.]

Did you hear me yelling?

@totheark; text/video

[0thingsonmymind]

*There's video of his room, slowly panning around so the viewer can see all of it. The footsteps and pounding can be heard, too. Brian never shows up on screen, but he can be heard coughing a few times.*

thisis
mine

is your s
?

*He wants to know if the rooms look the same and if the pounding/footsteps are the same for everyone.*

@standardissue; video

[deus_ex_phs]

[Information. He can do information. Information is safe and calming and needed.

Brian gets a video showing the entire room Kunsel's in, floor and ceiling included. No sign of Kunsel, but then that's to be expected, since he's holding the tablet away from himself to record.

Footsteps and pounding and shallow, controlled breathing can be heard.]

@quark; audio

[averytinyparticle]

Anybody else wondering when Robert Miller's going to start talking?

[There are already plenty of "are you okay?" posts, and Quark's been responding to them here or there. But all he can think about right now is when they all woke up in a strange place and were told to repair the admin. How much like that time is this going to be? And how many limbs are they all going to lose?]

@guardian; audio;

[phaseshifter]

If there's a room that floods again, you have to carry me this time. It's only fair.

[ HAHAHA JOKES HAHAHAhaha ]

@majesty, voice

[empireofrats]

Someone's knocking. But there's no door.

@determination, voice

[despiteeverything]

There's no way in or out... how did we get here?

[It's more a rhetorical question than anything. But still.]

@makeme; audio

[coyoteking]

[Oh hey, this was enough to get Charles back to audio. Mostly because his hands are too unsteady to type. Why is this place so good at playing into his phobias???]

I need to get out of here. I need to get out. [His voice sounds muffled and he is definitely talking way too fast.] Has anybody found a door? A window? A secret fucking panel? All my shit's missing and I can't- fingernails don't work on the walls. I need something else.

@genresavvy; audio

[theurgy]

Nope. We're nice and trapped.

[In contrast to Charles' anxiety, Cassel just sounds pissed.]

The walls feel like plastic. Scratching at them isn't going to do anything.

@Iwillnot ; audio

[absentconstellation]

[ The Cat has poked around with his tablet, but at this point he's overlooked the functioning network and started simply broadcasting.

All there is to be heard is the telltale sounds of a cat yowling and intermittently racing around his room. ]

@fullmetal; audio

[renkinjutsu]

[and this right here is why he won't let Al get a cat.]

what the hell is this?

Voice | @Summoner

[ninjainviolet]

[ Exhausted-sounding here. And anyone who truly knows her would know that her sarcasm is a cover for her fear right now. ]

Seriously... Did it have to be a white room? Don't we see enough of that outside?

[ A brief pause. ]

Who's out there walking around? Can you find a door?

@jwatson; text

[jumpthegun]

[John's using text as a mask for his own fear.]

I don't know who's walking around, but I'm glad you're safe for the moment. Can't find a door, and I've felt around what seems like every piece of this room.

@gravedigger; voice

[harlequinofhate]

The walls aren't padded. Someone out there needs to get their facts straight if they wanna clown with me.

This ain't Arkham!

@haurchefant; voice

[silverfuller]

Hello? I can see many of you are talking, can you hear me aught?

@adamantine; text

[escutcheon]

i can, yes.

text is probably simpler to cut out background noise though. all that banging and ruckus makes it impossible to have a pleasant conversation.

@zd; text

[swatsflies]

Jim isn't here
No one is
Im alone
I cant find anyone
Not even mochi

It
Its familiar here

@jphawkins, audio; this is a tldr but we can slip into short/text pretty quickly if we want to

[rattlingthestars]

[ Jim woke up alone, in a place he's never seen before, and there's... something outside. Something trying to get in. He knows he can't let it, but he's also aware that there's not much he can do one way or the other. The old, helpless terror claws its way up his throat, threatens to choke him.

He can see, he tells himself, staring at his own hands. He can move around. He can call for help.

The network's already flooded and, among the names is on the that jumps out immediately. Jim starts to type up a response, first, but switches to audio without much thought. ]

Zell.

[ His voice comes out steadier than he expected, strong and clear. ]

I'm here. I need you to focus on my voice until you calm down.

@zachtastic; video

[majorlazer]

[The video starts broadcasting, showing Zach in a corner of the room, curled up in on himself, rocking a little. He flinches visibly at the knocking, eyes looking around wildly before thry focus on the tablet.]

That's it, right? That's us going fucking insane.

@expostfacto; voice

[whatjupitercouldnt]

I highly doubt that everyone has an exactly identical perception of insanity. More likely the town is messing with us again.

[Maybe calm, if a bit blunt, rationality will help a little?]

@fuckyou; text

[blueteamproblems]

[This is too familiar. It's the same feeling Church has gotten here sometimes, things tugging at the edges of his mind with familiarity that he can't quite grasp, but it's so much stronger this time. It's wrong, and it feels like it's going to tear him apart.

He turns to the network, hoping to find some help, but he can't focus on the other posts. The panic is too overwhelming.

no no no no no no no no no no no no

@guardian; text;

[phaseshifter]

Church? Breathe. Slowly. And try to stay away from the walls.

@harbinger;audio

[boneandclay]

What do you think that is on the outside?

[Clara's voice is missing its usual cheer, though she does not seem afraid as such. She just sounds quiet and thoughtful.]

@twilighttown, text

[passingmemories]

Maybe a type of anomaly?

@robertsmith; audio

[advanced]

[He's panicking.

The paranoia has been creeping back and is already pretty bad again, and he's terrified about letting people into his mind. Being trapped in a room by himself like this, it's too reminiscent of HYDRA, too familiar and strange all at the same time.

He's been using his tablet, the only weapon he has on him currently, to try and bash at the walls and find any sort of crack to exploit. It's turned the audio on, meaning everyone is treated to the sound of erratic and loud crashing from an unfamiliar username, and the sound of panicked, harsh, rapid breathing.]

@quark; audio

[averytinyparticle]

Hey! Hey! Cut it out!

[Quark has no idea if this person will listen. He's never seen a "robertsmith" around the Network before. The only Robert is, well, not a terribly nice person. But it's worth a shot, because the noises startle him so badly he initially drops his tablet.]

You're just gonna break it, and then you'll have nobody to talk to!

@hotstud_xxx; video; cw: self harm and blood

[rubikscomplex]

[House is panicking again, but there are things to do. There data to collect. House measures, he checks, he bangs, he screams.

And then, he bites his fingers until they bleed, and he starts to write. Everyone will get a view of a blood-smeared wall that reads as follows:

10 FT x 10 FT x 10 FT
COLOR: WHITE
TEXTURE: PLASTIC
TASTE: NONE
SMELL: NONE
TEMP: ROOM
SOUND: BANGING & FOOTSTEPS
RESPONSE: BANGING MOVES TO NOISE

I AM REAL.]

@totheark; video

[0thingsonmymind]

*...okay, sure.
Fortunately Brian's just coughed up his blood instead of injuring himself but house gets a message written on the walls in return.*

mineis the
same