[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

the core because of course

[hangfire]

[Blind man + deaf man = congratulations, Charles, you're blindly stepping right into where Lutha is currently huddled near the floor, trying to catch his breath. Except as soon as Charles steps on him, he yelps, scrambling backwards and spitting a long string of Orcish swears at him.]

[armoured]

I wonder where we are in relation to the rest of the town.

[He reaches out and touches one of the white walls speculatively.]

It's so warm in here, I was beginning to think that there wasn't any working heat in the town at all.

Prophet Eyes

[mightyratslayer]

Outer Hallways

[Charlie is doing the adult thing and trying to explore. This place is freaky, but at least he has more to do than he did in the room. He's puttering around in the Outer Hallways, which is maybe a mistake. How long has he been heading in the same direction? He's starting to get nervous.

And then he hears footsteps.

Charlie whips around, but there's no one. He frowns, glancing up and down the hallway warily. He can still hear the footsteps, but now it sounds more like they're coming from the other side of the wall. It's like the footsteps in the room... This time, it might be other people, though. Friends, or close enough to friends. Not monsters.

Cautiously, he knocks on the wall.]

Hey, uh... Hello? Anybody in there? It's Charlie.


Inner Hallways

[Charlie has tried this whole "wandering around thing" and has eaten shit like, god, at least three fucking times. Who builds hallways that just end suddenly? He's pretty sure he almost busted something on that last fall, and his nose is still bleeding from smacking into a surprise wall before that.

This is better than being stuck in the room, but not by much.

Charlie plants himself on the floor for a while, huddled up against the wall under the hallway he's just fallen out of. He should probably eat something, but he's not hungry, so he sips some water instead.

If anyone should approach (or similarly nosedive out of the hallway above), Charlie will have a frighten but will likely be glad for the company.]

[redrooms]

It would be safer to stay together. We don't know what we're going to run into.

[Plus, she doesn't want to leave him alone like this.]

Glowing eyes (and mask's eyes)

[0thingsonmymind]

The Outer Hallways/Inner Hallways

The only thing he finds odd about this area is how white everything is. He's pretty sure he's never seen somewhere this colorless. Its like snow, but not as cold. He really wishes he could record it...
The tablet may not be working, but he's got a death grip on it anyway. Every few moments he looks down at it, checking to see if its better yet.

That, and the dizzying hallways make it a lot easier to accidentally run into someone.


The Core

There's a splash of red against the endless white. And then another. And a few more leading up to Brian hunched over against a wall, coughing up a storm. His mask is pulled up enough to uncover his mouth and show off the scruffy beard that's starting to grow in.

[armoured]

Some of us have been underground before, it didn't look anything like this.

[Though perhaps this is a different part of the same facility.]

Maybe we should be looking for entrances in the ceiling?

[snowblindmods]

Buh--thur. [It sounds like a parrot, or something else mimicking human words without the understanding or the mouth structure for it, coming from the other side of the wall.]

[advanced]

[He teeters for a moment on refusing, but there's at least a small part of him that trusts her, so he eventually nods.]

If you come with me, you understand that I'm getting out of here no matter what it takes.

[redrooms]

[She raises her eyebrows.]

You have to be more specific than that.

prophet eyes

[keepscalm]

outer hallways ❧

[England doesn't wait to gather his bearings before setting off. At first, he travels at a quick clip, pursuing escape with until he notices the sounds that appear to come from outside the labyrinth. He slows, then, and begins to meander along with one hand on the outer(?) wall.

Occasionally, he stops to look around, trying to ascertain whether he is truly alone. He doesn't wish to endanger anyone else with his experiments. If he doesn't see any obvious sign of having company, he begins to sing quietly under his breath. It becomes easier to hear the closer one is.] Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, lavender's green...

inner hallways ❧

[England's experiments continue as he advances further into the maze. It becomes harder to sing through the thick, coppery taste of blood at the back of his throat, though his physical examinations show that his mouth certainly isn't bleeding. Sometimes he manages to sing: When you are king, dilly dilly, I shall be queen.

But sometimes all he can manage as he feels his way along the twisting walls is a soft hum to the tune.

And sometimes he's not singing at all, just making his way through the twisting halls with his hands raised and his feet cautious so that he doesn't misstep. Despite his care, he still occasionally curses when his feet come upon a sudden slope or he happens upon a dead end.] Fucking hell.

[armoured]

[NOPE! NO NO NO!

It reminds him so forcibly and suddenly of Nina that it nearly makes him sick, coming to a sudden halt to look towards the wall.]

...who's there?

[hangfire]

[Lutha could kick him. Hell, he wants to kick him. But he's too exhausted from having already circled hallway after hallway, hearing only scraps of sounds from nowhere. By the time he finally stumbles on Clint, his frustration with the man has whittled away against the sheer desire to stay alive.

There's a tired grunt as he crouches next to the blond, bopping his fist against the elbow of that outstretched arm.]

Oi. What the hell are you doing?

[advanced]

I will neutralise anyone who stands in my way.

[awwnoun]

[ Clint lets out a low oof when Tifa knocks into his shoulder. It hurts like a motherfucker, but. At least he sits up. Slowly. ]

Fine - I'm fine. [ Clint says. A beat. ] Wait, Tifa?

Glowing Eyes

[exequies]

Inner Hallways.

[For someone who might seem to be a decrepit old geezer at first glance, Undertaker could move very quickly when he wanted to. Not as quickly as he could with his full powers, but others might still see a flash of black above or below them, as he ran underneath and gracefully leapt over gaps in the hallway floors.

He'd taken the backpack he'd found and hauled off with it, one ration bar sticking half-way out of his mouth as he moved. Eating while moving might sound like a bad idea (and had the potential to be if he miscalculated his steps) but he wasn't bad at multi-tasking.

It doesn't take long for him to overtake someone else at the clip he's going, and they only get a muffled warning before he's right up on them.]

On 'er left!

The Core.

[He has to go much more slowly here. The hallways have tightened, the endless white making it more hazardous to move too quickly or without care. His ears pop as he comes further towards the open space at the centre, but holds off on entering it just yet.

This looks suspiciously like a corral.]

Maybe they are intending to get rid of us, after all~ [No, he isn't suffering from paranoia. At least, not any caused by the exposure effect. But he cocks his head back at whoever's with him, looking over his shoulder at them.]

What do you think?

[advanced]

[It's a kid. It's a kid.

That filters through too late to stop himself acting to begin with, but it does mean he steps back after a moment or two. Wait-- he knows this kid, it's the one who promised to work to kill the Soldier. But was that a ruse? Was it all a lie?]

Stop that.

[As if Anderson had been the one to start the fight.]

glowing eyes

[termineur]

[ Sylar was not expecting someone to just come barreling down the hallways, and he really doesn't expect this one-armed man to rush forward and slam him into the walls. He goes easily, his backpack going flying down the hallway. He's looking immediately for some method of escape and noticing the glowing eyes on the guy. ]

Hey, stop. Stop. Please. I'm in the same position you are.

[armoured]

Why not? This is as good a place to start as any.

[He pushes himself up to his feet, leaning against the wall for support.]

We might be able to see better if one stands on the other's shoulders.

inner hallways

[fifty]

[America is wandering aimlessly when he hears the singing. England's voice stands out to him like a lighthouse in the dark, and he takes off running, hand pressed against a wall to give him a sense of location, whipping around corners and circling through dead ends until, finally, there--]

Engla--! [America doesn't realize that there's a drop instead of a slope separating himself and England, and so he lands face-first on the ground.]

Inner Hallways

[0thingsonmymind]

*He thought he heard his name...he's not sure what's real and what's not here, but he's pretty sure. So when he hears the coughing he follows it instead of avoiding the source.*

[heroproceeding]

I wasn't sure if I would either. You know how these creep shows go.

[ He can't help but let the moment last a little bit longer, feeling the way Al clings to him like he does. It makes him want to give the little guy an outright bearhug but he settles for making use of his stature instead to envelop him in a gentler way. ]

You sure are a lot shorter than I last remember. Why, I'd even say Ed would give you a run for your money.

[ The comment's joined by a wet chuckle as Zack finally releases him. ]