[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

[keepscalm]

[There's a dim spark of recognition in England's face as his gaze settles upon the boy's missing eye. The boy John mentioned, the one who Stein attacked; surely it has to be.

It's not his business to say anything about that, though. Especially when they've got more pressing concerns.] I know. I've been hearing it, as well.

I was hoping something would happen to give us a hint as to how to get out of here.

[keepscalm]

[Well, that doesn't look like a good situation. He wonders how long she's been hanging on there.]

Of course. [He's a gentleman! And she's not Stein or the Joker.

So he gets down on one knee near the edge of the floor where she hangs and lowers his arms over the edge, wrapping his fingers and thumbs firmly around her forearms.]

[keepscalm]

[For just a flash, England can't help but feel a bit ungrateful for splitting from his earlier company. He's quick to give a sympathetic smile despite it, though.] Then I'm glad I found you. I'd be happy to keep you company, if you'd like.

[thewarningafter]

[You're going to regret this later, Sherlock.]

And others? Good old Greggie can't be your only data point.

[peacemongering]

[Where peace could be utilized, it would be. Where war was necessary, that too would be utilized. It was a matter of reading the situation and estimating the necessary risks, but it was just as much staying the chosen course. So many gave up too soon, and really, the individuals here did need help.]

I suppose that clashing personalities make that difficult, but I feel that a common goal would help with that. Delegating tasks to suit the skills we have. It seems wasteful to let everyone wander about without putting their best foot forward. Has there ever been a gathering of every single person for a meeting?

[He would be told that the anomalies, but if they had a meeting, and all separated back to smaller groups, it would hopefully limit that possibility. He doubted it was a novel concept.

Instead he concentrated on lowering Alphonse as far as his arms could reach, even if it meant half hanging off of the ledge himself.]

Do you need a little more?

[jumpthegun]

Mr. Pierce, if you say another word on this subject, I'll put you in a headlock, myself, and you'll be having another nice little lie down.

[peacemongering]

[Pierce smiled at Watson and shrugged his shoulders. It was no skin off of his nose not divulging any more information on the subject.]

He asked, and I answered. Keep your threats to yourself, Doctor.

[advanced]

[He shifts uncomfortably, trying to dredge up any memory of that name and coming up blank.]

He's right, keep quiet from now on.

[That was his mistake.]

[jumpthegun]

[John bristles visibly at the smile. He's reminded so intensely of Moriarty by this man, of the faux affable manner the consulting criminal had put on, even when he was threatening Sherlock and had John in a vest full of explosives.]

Maybe lie down for your own sake once you're done eating and go to sleep if you don't want it being forced on you again, Mr. Pierce. We'll wake you up when there's news on a way out, I'm sure.

[peacemongering]

I'm quite content to observe.

[There was the point of fact that even while both men were standing perfectly still, they were somehow giving themselves away all the same. He would speak no more on the subject of sister or the Soldier, nor would he speak again. He simply watched and ate.]

[blueteamproblems]

His name's Caboose, you know. And he's still the dumbest person alive.

[awwnoun]

[ He's not looking to argue. He just shrugs. ] It doesn't, but I'm not going to fight you on it.

[0thingsonmymind]

*He nods and coughs a bit. He supposes if he coughs up blood again that'd work as well...*

Doyou think thereis any thing?

[fifty]

I'm fine, I just tripped a little! [He doesn't complain about England adjusting his jacket, at least.] And I found you, right?

[termineur]

[ Sylar sighs and purses his lips. He takes a moment to rub his hands together, pressing on individual joints as if testing a machine. ]

Yeah. We had thought him being there would be enough to keep Stein behaving himself. Apparently not. And considering how bad Kid looked when I saw him, I don't know how much medical help he's gotten since then.

Okay, so priority one- see if we can find him and any other people? Priority two- find a way out, probably through the center?

And I don't want to lose you. Let me carry you, please?

[ C'mon, Al, don't make him ask to hold hands. He'll do it. ]

[hangfire]

...Lutha.

[That name gets an instant flicker of recognition, though.]

Elric? As in, "L Elric"?

[termineur]

[ Sylar raises an eyebrow at Brian, imagining him saying something far more cutting than 'now what?' ]

Let's go again, and we'll take the next branch off we see.

[ Except there's not a food mark at the next set of branching pathways. Instead, there's a small, deliberate-looking smudge of blood. Sylar stares at it as if it's offended his mother. ]

All right, you choose the direction now. This isn't working out for me.

[ He won't waste time with the food marks in the future. ]

[definingfuture]

It's mine. It's my blood.

[He should sound more concerned about this, but he doesn't.]

I got hurt.

[definingfuture]

No, not nice. But I'm glad that it's there.

[Tony's eyes are closed, taking the moment of relief to actually relax. Whatever Alfie thinks of him, he's apparently not interested in a fight.]

[rubikscomplex]

[House rests his head on her hair, knowing that's going to leave blood, but not caring all that much. There's too much. When he closes his eyes he sees the creature, he sees everything he regrets, but the feeling of it isn't nearly so intense as when that thing had been staring into their souls.

No. Not their souls.]

Memories.

[It's more muttered, then louder as he pulls back from Steph and stares down at her.]

It was assaulting us with our own memories, someone else's memories, everything combined. It's a trick.

[He looks back and sees gray metal beneath the white wall and some sort of substance for them to scoop up.]

Everything's a trick.

cw for self-harm

[definingfuture]

Is he okay? Do you know where he is?

[Because clearly that is the important part of this talk. He's not worried about his minor injury. Zell being hurt means both he and Jim must be strained.]

I cut myself. I wanted to see if I could make a door.

[mightyratslayer]

[Charlie breathes out a sigh of relief as Bucky drops him. Phew. He stays backed up against the wall for the moment, just in case.] Hey. No worries, man. I'm fine. Uh...

[He notes Bucky's still-missing arm. Huh, Charlie thought he woulda put that bad boy back on by now. Or, wait, can he do that? It's metal, right? He should just be able to reattach it...

But better not ask.]

You okay? Look, dude, so far it's just been regular people in these hallways. I haven't run into like monsters or shit like that. I think it's just us all stuck in here.

[spoileralert]

[ She can only nod. Memories. It was definitely memories. And if it's all been memories, then... ]

Not real. It's not-- not real.

[ She forces herself to take a deep breath, then another. She can't breathe through her nose, but it still helps. ]

Okay. Okay. It's not real.

[ Which means this, at least, will end. ]

[thewarningafter]

Think I'll stay here. The floor and I are really hitting it off.

[Best not to stay together when their eyes are mismatched. He hasn't wanted to kill anyone yet, but he'd rather not be around a kid whenever it inevitably happens.]

[majorlazer]

Yeah, I know. But it's more fun to see you get annoyed about it.