[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

glowing eyes; inner hallways

[advanced]

[He's out of the door literally as soon as it opens, ready to swing at whatever might be outside. Not that there is anything. The bag is inspected and then discarded, he's not stupid enough to take food left out for him when it's probably laced with drugs to keep him hallucinating or compliant.

He stalks down the hallways quickly and quietly, with the expert ease of someone used to infiltrating enemy bases. As soon as he sees anyone else, he surges forward to try and slam them against the white walls.]

[redrooms]

[Natasha takes the bag just in case, but doesn't touch anything inside. If anything, she can dump it out and find some other use for it. She moves quickly and quietly as well—her suit might stand out against the white of the walls, but her boots have soft, flexible soles, perfect for keeping her steps almost silent. There are so many blind corners, though, that she has no real way to ensure she doesn't get caught by surprise. That's why Bucky manages to grab her at all, and she almost tries to retaliate before she recognizes who he is, even as her back slams against the wall and the air is forced from her lungs.]

Bucky. Fancy meeting you here.

[It comes out breathless as she lifts one hand to touch his arm, gentle.]

It's me. No programming.

[advanced]

[For a moment he remains still, completely tense and ready to press his advantage, but then he's stepping back and letting her go. He's not so far gone as to attack just anyone, and she's one of the few people he's at least sort of glad to see.]

Have you seen anyone else?

[redrooms]

No, just you.

[She steps away from the wall when he lets her, readjusting the pack on her shoulders.]

Are you alright?

[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.

[advanced]

[Sylar is in a very bad position right now, because Bucky doesn't recognise him at all. That pushes his paranoia through the roof, immediately sure this must be a plant designed to lure him into a false sense of security.

His arm forces further against Sylar's throat, jaw grit.]

Prove it.

[termineur]

[ Crap, crap, crap. There's no way Sylar's going to be able to twist away from this guy, even armless. Note to self: take a self-defense class or two when you get home. Or find someone with a reflex ability. ]

Our eyes are the same. Mine have been like this since Day 180. My name is Gabriel Gray. I know Sherlock, and John, and Al. If you talk to them, they'll tell you. I've been traveling with one of them almost since I got to this damned town.

[mightyratslayer]

[Shockingly, Charlie is not as sneaky as Bucky. He's wandering down yet another featureless hallway, moving carefully but not worrying about stealth, when he hears Bucky charging toward him at the very last second. He turns, but not fast enough, and then the wind is knocked out of him as Bucky throws him into the wall. He freezes, pinned in place by his attacker.

Oh. He's been here before.]

Christ, man, it's me! It's me! Chill out!

[He's panicking--who wouldn't?--but he's pretty sure Bucky is too. Once he realizes who Charlie is, he'll let him go. Probably.]

[advanced]

[This is a familiar position, he's pinned this poor guy before and established that he's definitely not HYDRA. More than that, he's even quite a nice man, going out of his way to be kind and understanding even after Bucky hurt him.

So he does step back almost at once and drop his arm back down to his side.]

Sorry.

[He is immediately watching both directions in the corridor, making sure nobody's coming up to surprise them both.]

You hurt?

[mightyratslayer]

[Charlie breathes out a sigh of relief as Bucky drops him. Phew. He stays backed up against the wall for the moment, just in case.] Hey. No worries, man. I'm fine. Uh...

[He notes Bucky's still-missing arm. Huh, Charlie thought he woulda put that bad boy back on by now. Or, wait, can he do that? It's metal, right? He should just be able to reattach it...

But better not ask.]

You okay? Look, dude, so far it's just been regular people in these hallways. I haven't run into like monsters or shit like that. I think it's just us all stuck in here.

idk gives you a little girl

[empireofrats]

[Thankfully, Emily files into the inner hallways finally from the outer hallways behind Bucky a few yards. She can hear his intense ground covering, so her slide out is a bit apprehensive.]

Hello? [She doesn't know if Bucky is a part of the strange sounds she had heard in the outer hallways, the footsteps and the whispers.

She doesn't even know if he's real.]

yay!

[advanced]

[He whirls, instantly ready to fight whoever has come up behind him, but he manages not to actually fly at her. She's just a kid, younger than any of the ones he's seen here so far, except maybe that sick one a few weeks back.]

You alone?

[Hello to you too, small child.]

[empireofrats]

[Even though he speaks to her, she still doesn't move from where she's standing some distance back.] Yes. [Not knowing if that should be something she says.] I guess.

I was in a white room, and there was loud knocking, but Mister Alfie said not to go to the wall, so I didn't. And then I thought I would be stuck forever, but a door opened, so I went out after a while.

Is this place a hospital? Miss Natasha said places for sick people that are white and clean are hospitals.

[spoileralert]

[ Steph's instinct is to go for a knee to the crotch. She doesn't really reign it in when she realizes who it is. ]

What the fuck?

[advanced]

[He grunts when her knee hits him right in the crotch, but he responds with a fierce headbutt aimed to try and break her nose. He knows who it is too.

Whether he lands the headbutt or not, he'll stagger back a step to disengage after.]

[spoileralert]

[ She's too tired to be at the top of her game, and the headbutt hits. She manages to turn her head just enough that instead of breaking her nose entirely she can already feel the black eye coming.

She shoves him off, a hand to her bleeding nose. ]

Yes, this is exactly what I need, thank you, you jackass.

Prophet Eyes

[jumpthegun]

[It's easy to lose people in this place somehow. You'd think it would be more difficult. But England is gone from John's side, and the doctor is shuffling along alone until he's very suddenly grabbed. John twists reflexively, trying to get a knee up to kick at his assailant's side. Apart from a grunt and ragged breathing, he's silent as he fights whomever the hell slammed into him.]

[advanced]

[He catches a glimpse of prophet eyes, but not much else before he's being fought against right back. His opponent clearly has experience, but he's smaller and less overtly muscled as Bucky is, he's fairly confident he can win this even with only one arm.

He stumbles a step when he's kneed in the side, but he uses the stumble to try and hook under one of his opponent's legs to attempt to flip them up and over.]

[jumpthegun]

[Bucky snags his leg and John goes off balance, but he aims to get a hand into the other man's hair and-]

Bucky?! It's-

[The doctor goes over, his head and shoulders striking the side of the corridor. And he swears loudly.]

Prophet Eyes (cw: blood)

[definingfuture]

[Tony is moving through the inner hallways quicker now that he has his stride. He was wandering aimlessly at first, but the tight corners and claustrophobic air unnerves him. He just wants to be free. He isn't trying to track anyone else, but as he catches sight of the sudden movement, instinct kicks in. He's been jumped by Bucky before in another life, and men worse than him, and he dives aside, dropping into a defensive stance immediately with his eyes fixed on the threatening figure.]

Don't.

[advanced]

[It's the voice more than anything else that has him pulling up short rather than going for another attack. But he doesn't relax, far from it, the last conversation he had with Stark doesn't give him a lot of hope this might not end in a fight anyway.]

I didn't know it was you.

[definingfuture]

[Tony has his hands raised in defense, although admittedly it doesn't look that great with his palms open and blood smeared over his hands. he still braces himself, ready for an attack that just hasn't come yet.]

And now that you know? [What difference does it make?]