[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

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite jolts back a space. With as twisty as these hallways are and with the decor so blandly white, it's easy to almost run into people if he's not looking the right way. His paranoia isn't gone, but by now much of it has bled away into tired frustration with their surroundings.]

[So for the first second or two, Davesprite just stares from behind his shades. Does he know her? But that voice—]

Oh, hey, you're that chick from the network. Ex post facto? Don't think you gave me your name before. Or maybe I forgot; my memory's shit.

inner hallways

[passingmemories]

[Roxas had just been wandering around. He still can't find the person he's looking for. He stops when he sees the symbol and assumes that whoever made it was going in the direction opposite of the one he came from. He would have met them otherwise.

It's not a symbol Sora would use... still. He starts walking in the direction he assumes the person has gone. He's not exactly staying quiet about his presence. Roxas very softly starts humming 'Under the Sea' out of a new habit every time that song that woke him kicks back into his head. He'll take his hood off once he's confirmed if their eyes were glowing like his. Can't be too careful.]

[mrcreamsicles]

[As Jade comes into view it plays in his mind again. Dark hair, eyes of the prophet, the whiteness of snow. The taste of blood in his mouth has no native relation the memory, the injury being done to his gut rather than lungs, throat, or mouth, but it does no better to ease the sense of it in his mind. His wings spread before he can think in some instinct for flight made literal—]

[But they're entrapped by walls, and his feathers hit their limits just as Jade's words parse into his mind. They're inside, he can't fly anymore, and she's his friend who had no conscious desire to kill him. It was this place interfering; it was always this place.]

Jesus.

[The word comes out quiet, a mumble to himself. He folds his wings back pointedly and rubs his hand over his face.]

Okay, sorry, hi. It's just—the eyes. Not your fault.

[He's seen at least one other person with them by now, too, so he knows logically he's safe now.]

You doing alright, Jade? I haven't seen you in person since you-know-when, and now the both of us are stuck wandering around this twisty hell maze like any of us got any idea where we're going. What's it mean? Hell if I know. I gave up thinking about it sometime before the door opened.

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite holds his hand up expectantly, its twin still over his eyes, and takes the shades back when they're given. He keeps his head turned down and away as he slips them back on. Only then does he float back upright to face and look at him.]

Only because you're useless in this operation, Shaggy. Somebody's gotta be the brains, and me and the nerd fantasies I've inspired since the 70s are filling the gap. You want to see if we can track down Dug for our Scooby, or do you know the way to the Mystery Machine so we can drive our asses out of here?

[mrcreamsicles]

Oh, jesus. No, dude, I'm not murdering anybody. Put your hands down.

[They weren't starting from zero, but it still jumped to 360 pretty quick. Andersen, at least, isn't threatening him, and there's no question that none of the taunting confidence from that night is present now. So—]

You want to prove to me you won't kill me, then come over here and let me noogie you.

[mrcreamsicles]

[SQUAWK]

[Such is the terrible noise created (aside the general noises of physical impact) when Hange lands not on the floor, but upon the miserable heap of Davesprite who fell through the same gap just earlier and decided to fuckin' lay there for the time being. Not like he had anything better to do, tablet still busted, hallways a maze, no way out in sight. He's been wandering long enough that he has earned his rest, surely.]

[He is feathery and teenager-shaped. His tail swings up and swats ineptly at Hange's mass while a half-trapped wing tries to flap.]

Ow, fuck, get off me!

inner hallways

[mrcreamsicles]

[But for the fact that he heard the feet and mumbled song approaching, Davesprite might be startled the moment someone comes and stumbles into the intersection. He's just to the side, sat on a curl of his tail on the higher-level hallway that cuts across Strange's path, and he looks over with no fanfare or even sympathy to break his neutral expression.]

Well, don't just stop there. Where's the rest of my song?

[Despite his sunglasses, two points of orange light show from the glow of his eyes.]

[0thingsonmymind]

He jumps when bumped into, spinning around to face his attacker. Only its not an attacker, just someone else lost there.

The anonymizing cloak actually helps relax him...though it does remind him of someone (thing?) he met in a not-quite-dream. The voice is different, though. Familiar, but not enough to place the speaker.

He cants his head and points at the hood. Do you have a real face under there?

[0thingsonmymind]

*Under the hood he rolls his eyes. He's not so sure its a blessing...but he nods anyway. He's listening, even if he doesn't quite care to.*

[hangfire]

You think that fucking matters? I dont care how you look, you're not a damn child. You don't need a weapon.

[The guy who killed him last time had nothing but a yardstick and motivation. Simply being unarmed wasn't a comfort.

Instead, he latches onto the contrast between appearance and voice. A spirit would make the most sense, but he'd been told magic didn't work in this place. So he assumes, accuses, if only to get an answer.]

Who the hell summoned you?

[hangfire]

Figures. They didn't give anyone much of a chance for that.

[Shrugging his backpack off his shoulder, Lutha fumbles for his open water ration, tipping it over just enough onto the ends of his scarf to get it moist.]

Hold still. [He gives only that much warning before lifting the scarf and scrubbing at Frisk's mouth.] You're going to scare someone if you fucking wander around with blood all over your m--

[His voice trickles off, hand halting, when he finally spots Frisk's eyes.]

[devoutish]

Doesn't much matter if you're envious for a reason that isn't true. Eh?

[blueteamproblems]

Yeah, it's dead.

[Which would be annoying as fuck if he wasn't too distracted by how bad everything else is.]

But at least we won't starve right away.

[deus_ex_phs]

[Kunsel's nerves still aren't settled by any stretch of the imagination, but Zack's hand on his shoulder leeches out at least a little of his tension. Zack's real, and there. They can face this together.]

I suppose it could be.

[He lifts a hand, running it through the air around his head with intentness that Zack will probably understand - but of course, he doesn't feel anything.]

If it is, makes you wonder if there's a termination code that you can use while on the inside.

[He pauses here to start rattling off every variation of the overrides he knows they use back home. Including some he probably shouldn't know, but hey, it's not like Zack's about to rat him out, even if there was anyone to rat him out to.

Too bad none of them work.]

[exequies]

[What was it with this place and sickly children who refused to eat? Not that it bothered Undertaker more than a token amount; nothing prevented the suffering of the young any more than it did in the old.]

You might be hungry later, though.

[Raising his hand to his hat's brim, he ducks his head lightly in something resembling a little bow.]

Undertaker~ Don't believe we've met, before. Have you seen anyone else come by, Frisk?

[termineur]

[ Okay, so the song before definitely affected people in the same manner, then. Sylar shakes his head. ]

Just bits and pieces. There was static and whispering over it. I'm wondering why it was different this last time. It seemed to hit everyone the same way.

[ Hey, speaking of that fear response- how about getting out of here? He looks to the left, then the right, and they're both about the same. He chooses the right and sort of frowns as he looks to Andersen. ]

Help me find the way out of here? I don't want to be alone.

[ Okay, that last sentence was definitely not what he meant to say. That's probably clear in the way he winces and looks away. ]

WELP

[blueteamproblems]

[Church looks up from his coughing and blinks at Zach, not exactly surprised. Running into all his friends here? Sure, why not. Makes sense.]

You know, I've been better.

[What with the sickness and the being trapped in what is totally another fucking simulation and everything.]

But whatever, that's just how it goes.

[harlequinofhate]

I'm touched! You wanna spend the rest of eternity with moi?

[He giggles.]

Sorry, I just don't feel the same way about you. If I don't get outta here I'm at least gonna figure what this place is.

I think someone might be playing a joke on us.

[bywolves]

Exactly what I just told you. [ Royce reaches up, pressing at the walls with his gloved fingers. ] I've looked for traps. Tripwires. I've not seen any yet.

[thewarningafter]

[Stephen looks up sharply, but when he sees who it is he just turns himself over to sit up, wincing as the movement reminds him of a few aches. The bruise Watson left on his face (neatly placed to avoid damage to teeth or nose, he realized that afterward) is just starting to fade from purple to yellow. The eyes he turns on Davesprite are dull scribbles.]

Bohemian Rhapsody topped the UK Singles Chart for over a month when it was released, but it never hit number one in America. Snoop Dogg's Drop It Like It's Hot, though, that charted to number one just in time for Christmas.

[mrcreamsicles]

But you still whined when I rapped it back to you.

[No taste at all.]

[Davesprite duly notes the prophet's scribbles, but apart from that pays them little mind. He's met others with them; they've done him no harm, and the place seems more dangerous than the people just now. This does not meant that he thinks nothing will happen with them, only that it hasn't yet.]

[He turns himself, shuffling with some aid of his hands and lifting and recurling his tail, to better face the good doctor.]

Is this your way of saying you're never going to sing at all when I ask? You sung for House. I sung with you. Why you gotta do me wrong, Doctor? I'm bored, you're probably bored, and neither one of us knows where we're going. I sat my non-ass down 'cause I've got nothing better to do and the architecture is terrible.

[jumpthegun]

[John bristles further. He knows he's being toyed with now, not taken as a serious threat.]

Someone else will figure it out and good luck to them. This isn't a joke, either. Although, if it is one, s'pose it's right up your alley, not being the least bit funny.

[bloodbiter]

Shouldn't you save as much as you can for later? We don't know how long we'll be here, after all.

[She doesn't mean it to sound chiding, but she's concerned. She wouldn't want him to run out of food and have nothing to eat afterwards.]

[bywolves]

[ Oh good, a chatterbox. Royce watches Davesprite with an impassive expression, not jumping down quite yet. He's trying to figure out how dangerous Davesprite might be. ]

Good luck getting a response. [ Royce drawls. ] I may have forgotten the map but at least I didn't fall down a hole.