[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

[advanced]

[He grunts, can't really argue with that.]

I'm getting out of here, I don't have time to watch you as well.

[advanced]

[He looks slightly irritated, but he can't argue with that.]

Then you need to stick close, I'm moving fast.

[0thingsonmymind]

*He shakes his head, then pauses for a moment before shaking it again. He's not sure there is a way out.*

Glowing Eyes

[whatjupitercouldnt]

Inner Hallways

[There's all kinds of stories, on how to solve a maze. Famous myths, more practical anecdotes. Phi doesn't exactly have any yarn, but even if she did she wouldn't want to waste it without knowing how big this place was. Instead, she takes a fingerful of one of the messier bits of food and draws a Φ on the wall, to mark her starting point.

Then from there, she places her right hand on the wall and keeps moving, never moving her hand away. Even if it means going into some of the rooms. Who knows, maybe she'll find something there.

And all the while, she's keeping all of her senses on alert, searching for anyone - or anything, for that matter - else.]

Core

[Of course she makes her way here. The change in air pressure, the contrast with everything else in the maze thus far, the feeling of being in the center of something. This place is definitely important, but there's nothing but white still, as far as the eye can see. White, and whatever marks the others have left here already.

Her feet aren't moving, but her eyes are more than making up for it. Trying to find something, anything that might clue into what this place is and its significance in what's happening.]

This can't be all... unless... It has to be beyond what we can currently perceive. The question is how do we change that.

[There has to be something here. Something that doesn't leave this whole thing as pointless as rats wandering a maze.]

[redrooms]

[Natasha rolls her eyes as she follows, stifling a cough as she does.]

Have you seen anything strange? Anything that isn't a white hallway?

[bloodbiter]

I will have you know that I am not a liar. I was—

[She's looking him with a Very Serious expression as she starts to walk, and forgets that the hallways can intersect. One foot moves into open air and she reacts quickly, reaching back to grab onto him to keep herself stable as she moves away from the edge.]

Be careful. I almost didn't see it.

[advanced]

[He deliberately didn't say John in the hopes that Sylar might not know who's been telling his secrets.]

You expect me to believe that? All murderers are dangerous, it doesn't matter the circumstance.

[Trust him. As a fellow murderer, he knows this all too well.]

[0thingsonmymind]

*He points to the hall before them and nods, then points to Anderson and shakes his head.*

[renkinjutsu]

[The sounds of nails against metal makes Ed wince. Al has a point, it could be trapped like them but...He's not comfortable with this. Maybe in a different situation he might feel more comfortable attempting to "help". But the better part of him doesn't want to leave someone behind, either despite his apprehension.]

I don't think they're going to do anything more than repeat what we've said. [he reaches up to settle a gloved hand on the wall anyway, a frown on his face.] If they can do anything else at all.

[theurgy]

[Cassel has his eyes trained on her face, so he doesn't see the hallway, either, only the movement and pale, bare fingers reaching for him. It's a wonder he simply scrambles back instead of shoving her away, but luckily she's already grabbed hold of his arm and righted herself. He pulls away like he's been burned, anyway, picturing her hand going for his wrist, the bare skin of his throat, like Barron or Gage or his mother, and his shoulders slam into the wall behind him, heart hammering in his chest.

It's only then that he realizes what she was actually doing, that the words register, and he tries to relax with no real success. Con artist or not, his mind utterly fails to supply an explanation or an excuse.]

[advanced]

No.

[He comes to a dead end and just slams his fist into it in frustration. By the state of his knuckles, this isn't the first time.]

Prophet Eyes (cw: blood + tb-like illness)

[despiteeverything]

Outer Hallways

[At the very least, Frisk has their own means of marking where they've been. For once, they're willing to deal with the coughing, and instead leave little bloody thumbprints on the wall as they go. They weren't as used to mazes, though. There weren't really any in the Underground, besides puzzle ones that gave clues.

There weren't exactly any clues to be found, here.

They hear things sometimes. Things that can't or shouldn't be there. Not enough to visibly spook them, but enough that they'll startle, maybe even squeak, if they turn a corner and find someone there. They don't make much noise otherwise, besides the coughing.]

Inner Hallways

[Here things are trickier. It's harder to keep up, and the bloody thumbprints graduate to hands as they use the wall to steady themselves. But they push on. After all, that's what they do best.

Still, the first time they fall, they decide that maybe they should stop, for a bit. They set themselves down against a wall, pulling their backpack out and getting out some of the food and water. They aren't exactly hungry, but they force themselves to swallow what they can. And maybe even try to doze a bit. They're still so tired.

Maybe you should tell the small child that dozing against a wall in this place isn't the best of ideas. Or maybe you come across them while they're awake, and instead they stare up at you (they'd be startled if those eyes could convey such an emotion), hesitate, and then, without anything better to say or do, offer the food in their hand.]

[snowblindmods]

Ed. Al. Al. [Long white arms that have been dripping down from the ceiling like long threads of saliva grip Al's face, pads of its fingers resting on Al's cheek bones.]

[advanced]

[He shrugs slightly, but sets off all the same.]

I'll find the exit, just have to keep looking.

[redrooms]

Barnes.

[She understands his frustration, really, she does, but it isn't going to help.]

Come on, let's try the other branch. We're going to be fine.

[devoutish]

You've never heard it said that two heads are better than one?

[titanette]

[Her eyes glaze. Something smells wonderful; more wonderful than anything she's ever smelled before in her life. And it's-- it's him, she's sure of it, even though she's not sure what it means. There's an aching deep in her, a drive, and she's not sure what that means either.

She opens her mouth to say yes, but what ends up happening is that she snaps at his hand.]

cw reference to suicide | Prophet eyes

[ecks]

Inner Hallways | early 193 | open to the first person to claim this option

[The tablet dies after the sounds stop, and so Ecks misses that loss and the appearance of the door entirely. Exhausted by a day and night on edge, waiting to be killed or to see Doctor House killing himself on the network, she sleeps through the opening of the hallways. She's still asleep, actually, a figure in drab leather armor sprawled face down on the floor in an open cell, face pillowed on her wadded up coat.]


Outer Hallways | open to all

[She wants a weapon. She wants, very very much, to have her shovel back. Instead she wanders long hallways empty-handed, eyes slitted against the endless white, one hand trailing along the wall in defense against sudden drops like the one that had nearly taken her earlier. Less turns here -- she has gone somewhere, maybe, but maybe also nowhere.

The sound of footsteps makes her pause again, head cocked -- outside the walls? Always outside the walls, except now they echo differently, and she turns just in time to see someone emerge from around the gentle curve behind her. Dazzled by the light, she shies away and barks out a lie in monotone.]

I am dangerous and I can hit you very hard.

[termineur]

[ Al wouldn't spread it around, not after that talk they had. And Sherlock had agreed not to, however far that might go. Besides, Sherlock said it himself- he had no friends. He'd only notify people if they were traveling with the group. John had made no such agreement, and had a lot more friends. It made sense that John was the culprit. ]

I've been stripped of my means and my motivation. And probably the compulsion that pushed me into it. I'm useless here, I'm not going to start murdering people when it gets me worse than nowhere.

[ It's not fun, arguing a point while feeling like you'll shortly be struggling to breathe. His brow furrows. ]

So what are you gonna do, here? Kill me?

[bloodbiter]

[She takes her eyes off the drop immediately once he reacts so strongly. She's convinced for a moment that something is hurting him, and she reaches for a weapon that she keeps forgetting isn't there.

After a moment, though, it's clear that he isn't being injured by anything, visible or otherwise, and her look of determination shifts to something softer, concerned.]

...Cassel?

[armoured]

Whoa--!!

[He freezes in place as he's touched by something, eyes tilting upward towards the ceiling to try and find the owner of those arms. His own arm comes up to try and keep Ed from intervening rashly. The hands aren't hurting him, nor do they seem aggressive.]

R-Right, that's me. Are you going to come all the way down where we can see you?

[advanced]

[He turns on his heel to start stalking past her, back towards the other branch.

His conversational skills have ground to a halt again. He's too frightened, too tense.]

[theurgy]

[He's not so much upset as embarrassed, and the concern in her voice only makes it worse. Cassel pushes himself away from the wall slowly, clearing his throat.]

Sorry.

[If he wasn't already so freaked out and out of his comfort zone, he'd be able to defuse this, make a stupid joke about how she shouldn't sneak up on him like that or something. As it is, that's all she gets.]