[log] Event: Lavender's Green, Part Two [open]

[snowblindmods]

Characters: everyone
Location: mysterious, white hallways
Date: Day 193-194
Summary: Find friends. Get lost. Don't look.
Warnings: Potential for gore and psychological horror. Please note any specific warnings in your subject lines!

While confusingly similar, the area is split into a few different sections:

The Core
The hallways here are narrow and twist at a rapid rate. With how dazzlingly white everything is, it's easy to not realize you're coming on a turn and slam right into the walls. There are no rooms here--no one starts here, though they may find it while they wander. At the center is a large, round area, like the center of a spiral. There's a lot of air pressure here.

The Inner Hallways
The largest area, filled with dead ends, gentle slopes and twists, and, occasionally, difficult-to-see drops where a higher hallway intersects with a lower one without a wall to separate them. The whole place tastes vaguely like blood. Most rooms are here--most people start here.

The Outer Hallways
The outer ring of the ball of yarn. It's not as thick with halls and twists as the other two areas, leading to a lot more boring walking in one direction. It's totally possible to circle around the same path multiple times without realizing it, as everything is so similar here. Occasionally, footsteps can be heard just outside the farthest walls. Sometimes, something breathes. There are a few rooms here--some people will start here.


Remember to note what kind of eyes your character has in their top level!

Comments

[definingfuture]

[Aside from being a little unsteady, Tony manages to do well. He's tired and probably lightheaded, but it's not serious enough to keep him from being on his feet. The endless white maze is disorienting, that's all.]

What happened with Miller?

[Tony keeps glancing over at Zack once he sees the hint of a shuffle. At first he's just not sure what he sees. A flicker, a hallucination caused by his exhaustion? But it keeps happening, and Tony keeps looking back over at him.]

[rubikscomplex]

I'm not sure strangling constitutes smalltalk. It was more like notalk.

[hangfire]

Don't know what that is. [His voice is hoarse, but the response still comes out dry. "Seizure" sounds like some sort of slang, so he doesn't even know what to think about the assumption.

He lets out a long breath, some of the tension in his shoulders letting up when he feels Tony's grip loosen.]

...Takes a lot more than running over me to kill me. Don't fret about stupid things over a day stranger.

[phaseshifter]

I'm not being -- geez, you're rude. I was just stopping myself from overexplaining things, is all, so I could avoid patronising you. Since you seem pretty well-educated for a child?

Not that the other kids here aren't smart. And polite.

[heroproceeding]

Weird stuff. [ Zack, like that's very descriptive. In fact, it probably describes ninety-nine percent of all the stuff that happens around here. Still, he shrugs his shoulders before he continues. ]

The town went haywire at one point and people were taken to these different parts of town underground to fix it or who knows what else would'a happened. I don't know if it was real or a trick, but I do know that once it was all said and done, everyone up-ground stopped being sick. It got pretty bad though.

[ He frowns at the thought of it, at the way he had kept doing rounds over and over at least when he could stomach it, himself. At the way he'd felt near the end, helpless to reach the others... ]

If you're missing anything though, it sure explained where it turned up. My sword's down there... wherever there is.

[howdull]

[Separate rooms?

Of course not, he would recall-- but what had happened the day before? He can't bring it to his mind, and that leaves him desperately chasing the threads of memory that have already frayed and snapped. The smile gone, the levity drained away.]

No.

[It's a soft exhalation rather than a refusal, and it leads to Sherlock just turning on his heel and practically running from the problem. Unfortunately, tight white corridors make it all too easy to lose Gabriel.]

[howdull]

I thought there was no price.

[His voice is hushed and almost to himself, which it is because he's sort of forgotten Undertaker is even there in the middle of his distress.]

How can this be? My hypothesis was wrong?

[howdull]

Only that the rate of revival for those who actively seek out death, or accept that death is a probably consequence for their actions, is significantly higher than other revivals.

[Oh wait, he means here literally, these white corridors.]

Oh.

No, it's very dull.

[howdull]

Food won't be an issue.

[It's a little placating to still have faith from John, even without his memory, but that doesn't mean he's at all over it.]

We've been given a set amount, which means we will either be killed or released before it becomes a necessity to want more.

[howdull]

[He sighs, but he's not a complete asshole and certainly not someone who sits by and just watches people suffer physically for no reason. So without much preamble, he reaches out to try and take hold of Lutha's collar and drag him out of the core bodily.]

When you felt the pressure begin to increase, why did you then not retreat to a different location?

[Idiot.]

[heroproceeding]

[ Zack nods quickly. ] Yeah. I doubt he's coping too well in this place if he's by himself.

[ The whole real and not real thing... He gets the feeling it gets a lot worse when he's not around people. If there's anyone who needs someone right then, he imagines it would be him. Him or Jim- he's still cursing himself for losing sight of the latter. But all he can do now is have faith that he'll be alright and get through this, too.

For now, he keeps up his pace as best as he can. If there's an occasional hint of a limp here and there, as usual, he makes no acknowledgement of it. They have more important things to do, after all. ]

...Whoever came up with this place really has no sense of style, you know? Could at least've added a little color, you know?

[armoured]

You don't ever need to hurt yourself, not for any reason.

[He's so angry, but he does start walking.]

[armoured]

Right, that's me.

[There's a note of warm pride in his voice when he says it, always pleased to hear when one of the newer people has made use of the guide. It makes him feel as if he is doing at least something useful here, however small.]

I don't know all of them personally, but they've all done things to other residents against their will of a violent nature. I could tell you what I know, but it probably won't be a lot more than what's in the guide already.

[He leans over the side, but is still unable to see the bottom.]

I'm sorry to ask this, but do you think you could support my weight and lower me down? I might be able to feel the bottom with my feet, even if we can't see it.

[armoured]

What's happened to him?

[Al doesn't really know Kid that well, but he doesn't like to hear of anyone doing badly.]

Maybe we can look for him together, do you remember where you last saw him?

lol <3

[armoured]

[Al winces at the tight grip to his thighs, but he doesn't voice it because he knows that Zack isn't doing it on purpose and it's likely the only way to make sure that he stays securely in position.]

I don't know, I guess the only way to find out is to look.

[He does notice the way Zack seems to be in pain at random moments, but he won't bring it up yet. Instead, he just keeps a watch on the corridors as they explore.]

/dies ignored and alone

[armoured]

H-Hey!

[He winces when Lutha yanks back none too gently, that'll cause a bruise on his hand, but it's more annoyance than pain that colours his voice.]

I'm not the one that needs to watch where I'm going, you fell over me.

[hangfire]

[He yelps as his clothes are grabbed, his hand groping for Sherlock's wrist in a pathetic attempt to pull him off. Despite being a decent height, a life of malnutrition means the young man doesn't have much meat left on his bones. Yanking him along should be fairly easy if Sherlock can put up with the writhing that accompanies his attempts.]

Because you don't find answers by fucking retreating like that-- ghh, god dammit, let me go!!

[advanced]

[He wishes she would stop hitting on all his major buttons, because the discussion of being used as a weapon against her will is just one added piece of tension to this conversation.]

What you did wasn't your fault, you have to keep hold of that.

[It's not the biggest comfort, but it's true.]

I'll get you back to your friends, they'll take care of you.

[advanced]

[He scrubs his hand over his face, really struggling to hold it all down inside.]

I'm just going to have to stay with him, guard him.

[advanced]

[They didn't have those five basic rights for animals back in the thirties and forties, and it's certainly not something that he ever had to know as the Soldier or has looked into since. So it's completely lost on him as an insult.

All he does is stare as if Pierce has gone mad. He's never adhered to any of those freedoms, unless he believes the Soldier was somehow an exception.]

Then you've failed.

[definingfuture]

[He walks silently for a while, not looking Al's way. After some time, he speaks again.]

That's not true.

[awwnoun]

That's not a good plan for you. Like, at all. Not that I don't trust you, because I do, I just know you don't need that kind of stress weighing on you.

like the dog from futurama

[hangfire]

Wouldn't have fucking happened if you weren't sitting underfoot in the first place. [It's an empty argument, yes, but it's better than acknowledging just how utterly distracted his unease is making him.]

Who the hell are you, anyway?

[heroproceeding]

[ Totally not sorry. Not sorry at all.

But... right. A description. A description would probably be a good idea, huh. Zack thinks on that briefly before gesturing with a hand slightly below his neck. ] Well, he's about that tall. Blond hair that sticks out like this.

[ He takes another moment to fan his hands up at his own hair. ] And then he's got this squiggly looking black tattoo on his cheek right about here. [ He pokes his own in emphasis. ] Does that help?

[thewarningafter]

[Stephen blinks. Sherlock's first answer is a hell of a lot more interesting than his second. House already told him about coming back from the dead with his leg repaired and while Stephen doesn't want to die, he's not so unused to dying that it wouldn't cross his mind to try it if he were more sure he'd come back.]

Do you have numbers to back that up?