[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

[heroproceeding]

[ Zack holds up a hand shortly after Jim trails off, palm up and flat. Then, with a sigh and a shake of his head, he lowers it as he raises his head. ]

...I didn't mean for you to hear that.

[ There. He finally admitted that at least. Maybe not what Jim wants to hear. Maybe it'll even make him upset for Zack to say that. But... he's wanted the truth from him. Ever since that fight, he's made it a point. So, here it is. ]

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite gives him a thumbs up. The eyes don't bother him as much as they could have, considering his death last time, but things like arguing with Andersen over whether he can give him a noogie or playing backup to Bohemian Rhapsody do wonders to shove off the paranoia. He's not going to fuss if Strange wants to chill a while longer, though.]

Talk to you later, man.

[He turns and heads off down the hall.]

[thewarningafter]

Later.

[Stephen lifts a hand in a general sort of wave of farewell. He'll miss the company but, well. Better to be alone than to hurt anyone. He'll stick around here a while longer before going back on his own way.]

OKAY Now I know more about the state he's in

[swatsflies]

[ He doesn't make a move to eat yet. Crossing his arms against his chest as he cants his head. ]

Yeah, I know. [ He admits quietly, but it's not clear if he means his appearance or the part about ghosts being normal. Zell is aware of his state, but hasn't muster the energy to really care about it. It's hard when things tasted of copper, made you dizzy, or gave you a rock to go kill happy with. ]

Jim cleaned it up for me, but I lost him. [ He's not sure if it's for the best or not. Zell doesn't like being alone, but the other was safe. Others were safe with him being away from it, right? ]

Did you run into anyone? Seen Kunsel?

[definingfuture]

I was writing. I wanted to see if the walls would respond to symbols we knew. And maybe make a way out.

[definingfuture]

You saw your missing items?

[Oh, now that gets his attention. It's the kind of detail he needs to hear in person. And one he doesn't think he'd appreciate as much without getting to talk to Zack first.]

Can you tell me about that? You were taken underground. What was it like?

[heroproceeding]

I wasn't taken down there, myself, but... jeez. Who was down there now... [ It's been a while, honestly. And he wouldn't be surprised if a lot of them are gone now. ] Rhys and Enoch were down there. I think Angel, too. And Haurchefant. He was definitely down there. If it weren't for him, I don't think the rest of 'em would'a got out that easily.

[ The heroic, crazy Elezen. That's one hell of a story there. ] I was pretty sick by the end of it, so I don't remember too much at the end, but what I do know is that there was a lot more like some messed up game than anything. They had to complete all kinds of weird tasks and answer riddles and that somehow helped fix things. If you ask me, Miller was bored and seeing what we were made of more than anything, but it's not like we had much of a choice in the matter.

( ooc: To give you an idea. )

[phaseshifter]

Virtual overlay altering our perception of something physical. Our location and situation wasn't truly how we perceived it to be, but there were definitely physical realities to it. Haurchefant died and several of us - myself included - lost fingers.

 

 

Um, mine are back now, but that didn't happen until after an anomaly got me, so. Standard revival procedure.

[rattlingthestars]

I took the rock that they gave him to kill with and ran in the other direction. He was okay, physically, other than a cut on his head.

[ Anyone else he might run into... well, knowing what Jim knows about Zell, he wouldn't give them good chances on survival unless Zell can keep himself restrained. ]

How were you going to make a door?

[0thingsonmymind]

*He considers for a few moments then points back the way they came. Might be a good idea to see if that remains the same.*

[jumpthegun]

Yeah, I'd like that. Haven't seen much but the white s'far, so I can't offer too much help. I did taste... did you taste it? Like there was blood in the corridor when the door for my room opened.

[warriorscribe]

...No, I'm afraid it might not. [It pains him to say it, and he does nothing to hide this fact.]

I'm unharmed, though, as I hope we all remain, and you're the first person I've seen since leaving the room I was trapped in. We seem to be spread out over a great distance.

[deus_ex_phs]

[Yeah, best thing they can do is keep an eye out for both of the boys. Kunsel's worried about them, too, but what else can he do?

Besides, here and now, at least he's got Zack to worry about. He's just going to walk close enough to be there in case Zack's limp turns into a stumble. Hush, he's not hovering at all. Just being a supportive friend.]

Oh, you think you have style now?

[Let's keep using some humor to keep their spirits up.]

[empireofrats]

Okay. That's what I'll do. Because I can be strong and brave like Corvo, so I can keep going, too.

[equal_shots]

[Has Watson told everybody? Good grief. Give a teenager some privacy to recover from his traumatic eye extraction and the several broken bones in his chest, please.

He leans slightly more on the wall, wiping his mouth with his sleeve and breathing hard. He's not contagious, England--don't worry!

Kid very quickly looks both ways down the hall, shaking his head.]

Heard you singing all the way down the hall...it doesn't seem to change much. [He exhales, wheezing, before shaking his head.] Don't know about you, but I'm still very lost.

omg I think I remember this a bit now

[equal_shots]

[Kid shakes his head vehemently. Of course he remembers very little of early parts of the dreams, or of his own role in other's dreams--but he sees the way she's looking at him. He sees the way her eyes look him up and down, searching for the slight bulge of a pistol hidden beneath his jacket. Kid shakes his head again, this time sending the world spinning; he has to reach out to lean agains the wall slightly to keep from keeling over sideways.]

--I don't have any weapons. I don't--I haven't--my weapon partners are human. Have human forms. You would see them. I do not travel with them in their weapon form; it's considered incredibly disrespectful if it's unnecessary and even more so it's quite uncomfortable for them.

[hangfire]

[His look of disgust flickers with momentary surprise at the use of his name, but it only drives him to square his shoulders, hooking his one gloved hand against his scarf and pulling it down fully. He extended the courtesy of showing his face to Estinien before engaging in threats, and he's not against doing it for this meek, mocking idiot.

Take a good, long look, Francel. This is as close to a "yes" as you're going to get for a long while.]

Stay out of my way.

[And just like that, he turns on his heel and keeps marching, completely content with limping away. Let the Elezen run into some abomination and die. It wasn't his goddamn problem.]

[hangfire]

[The blow connects without much resistance. Lutha recoils with a harsh wince, not bothering to look back up at Charles as he croaks out a remark towards the floor instead.]

I don't need your goddamn help, Yvry. [Out of pained reflex, one arm slowly comes up to shield his face, gloved fingers digging into his hair. Don't hit him again. Please.] Just fucking move on already.

[hangfire]

That's because it isn't. Home or otherwise doesn't matter. Take away the snow and the damned overdone machines and this place isn't any different, anyway.

[He will leave that up to your imagination, Andersen. And completely avoid the second question in the process.]