[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

[thewarningafter]

That does make more sense.

[He says it like he's being sarcastic, but it does actually explain things more or less satisfactorily so long as he accepts the basic premise. Given Davesprite's general existence, he's not going to argue with the core concepts much.]

Just to clarify, the paradox slime was from trying to...transportalize...within your own group? Was it your guardians the machine was trying to take? Or did you outsource that to someone else from history?

[definingfuture]

[Tony keeps hold of his captured arm, keeping his weight down on Lutha despite the amputated arm continuing to hit him for his effort. He actually can hold his own despite how much he complains, and it doesn't take that much to move so he doesn't get hurt when Lutha jabs at him. He gets hit, of course, because he's wrestling a flailing, panicking fighter, but as Lutha struggles Tony grabs at the other arm, pushing Lutha down so he can't hurt either of them in his desperation to escape. He waits before speaking, holding on until he can feel the struggles slowing.]

It's okay. It's going to be okay. I know it's hard, but I need you to try to trust me.

[toushiro]

Not unless I need to.

[headjacked]

[ He's almost kind of sort of a little bit offended.

Slightly. ]

And I'm not here to rob you either, just -- we probably got the same supplies, right?? So. Hold onto yours.

[ Rhys wiggles his backpack in front of Kid's face before awkwardly shrugging it onto his non-lopsided shoulder. ]

You sounded like you were about to cough up a lung.

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite sits up straighter as he takes in the span of what Strange's questions imply about how much he understood. He doesn't say it, but this, he feels, is why he was the time player.]

No, man. Didn't you hear me say stable time loop just now? The ectobiology is how we got made. We went back to the past, our guardians and us, to be the people who eventually grew up into whoever we were at the moment John hit all the buttons to make us. So no, you're not talking to John Keats' distant grandson or something like that. The machine tried to summon the past versions of our guardians, which it then created with the slime it got from failing.

[mrcreamsicles]

You think you've got a monopoly on the pessimism button? Scoot over, little man, because I've been pounding that sucker for years. We are downright goddamn intimate, me and that button. But it's cool, the relationship's open, because I know it needs more than what I can dish out.

[Dumbass metaphors are a perfect way to distract from how shitty and depressing his life is, right?]

You want to get walking or just stand here shooting the shit, then?

[lacecase]

[Ginger gives her savior an awkward smile as she takes his hand.]

Okay, on the count of three, then! One, two...

[Taking a deep breath, she lets her farther foot slip off of its hold so she can let him pull her over to his edge. Still, she squeals as she loses her balance, and when she's brought over to his side she falls to her knees immediately.]

Owie...I'm totally not flexible enough to have held that for so long. Has that ever happened to you?

[lacecase]

[Ginger looks up at Francel, dizzy from her fall, and manages a smile that looks far too much like a wince.]

I'll be okay! I just, like...do you think you could pull me up? Or I guess it doesn't matter...this place is so confusing! Someone should really leave signs...

[You know, for the drops.]

[peacemongering]

[This just might be the person in the worst physical shape that he had so far experienced. The bones of the boy's hand just seemed too close to the surface and that faint tremble. He felt sorry of the boy.]

It seems to me that most people are in the North whereas I'm Downtown. I'm still learning my way around navigating and making certain I have enough time to getting inside each day. [He smiled at the offer.] A kind offer, but I can get by on my own for now.

[His hand shot out to grasp the back of Alphonse's clothing to balance the young man and help prevent a deadly dive into the drop.] All this white, I swear, is the real test here.

[thewarningafter]

Right, I got that.

[And he's a little annoyed at the implication that he didn't, regardless of whether it's justified owing to the fact that what he's about to describe to justify himself would be much less likely to be stable.]

But it's still a time loop if you use resources from within the history of your own world that would have impacted your own timeline.

[mrcreamsicles]

But it wasn't outsourced, whatever you meant by that. Are you thinking of this as some separate timeline thing? Like the machines targeted a different one? Because that's not it. None of us would have existed in the first place if not for John doing that, because then we wouldn't have been made at all. Break that and you've got a doomed timeline full of paradoxes.

[He would know better than anyone.]

lost this notif, like a jackass, fine with speedy thread wrapup, or whatever works!

[renkinjutsu]

Yeah fine. Okay. Look, this isn't really any of my business but I can't help but think that we'd be better of not... you know fighting each other for whatever stupid reason. No one here's gonna hurt anyone else.

[it's not said as an assumption but more of a "don't fucking do it" sort of tone.] You're both hurt, and if you're serious about whatever decided to use your hands as pincushions you might wanna make sure you're not seriously injured. Wounds like that are SUPPOSED to bleed, last I checked.

[thewarningafter]

It wouldn't be a loop if it was targeting a separate timeline. You wouldn't get paradox slime, either, because by definition it wouldn't be a paradox. I was trying to clarify whether you meant you came from genetic material that previously existed on the earth or if you're an entirely self-creating Heinlein kind of thing.

[Which had never done it for him, really. Genetic material has to come from somewhere, except when it apparently doesn't.]

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite cocks his head to the side in a distinctly birdlike fashion.]

First, it's called paradox slime not because the slime is a paradox, but because it's what you get instead of the paradox that would result if you jerked the actual person out of that point on the timeline. And you don't need to explain to me how time loops work, dude, I've been through more of them than you can dream.

But the Heinlein ref goes beyond me, so how 'bout you start over from the beginning? Walk me through it. What do you think is going on here?

[empireofrats]

Oh. [She seems terribly relieved. Not that he's injured, but that the blood belongs to him from an injury. Totally.] I don't have any bandages. But I have a blanket you can use. We should see if we can find Mister Watson. He's a doctor.

He'll know how to make you better.

[empireofrats]

Okay. [Man, none of the adults here ever want to fight. Like most of the adults she knew at Dunwall, except for, say, Havelock and the others that wanted the throne. Corvo, too, didn't want to fight.

She just wanted adventure.] I'll tell you if I see a monster, and then we can run. [And hopefully dodge the monsters.] Are you looking for your friends?

[empireofrats]

[Emily nods.] He did all of it without complaining, yes. Kind of. He didn't look too happy when he saw himself in the mirror--at first. He said all of the things on his face felt funny, but then he smiled and said thank you anyway.