[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

outer hallways!

[nursetemple]

[Claire has started to think she is not going to meet anyone. It was just like the cells they were in, only this time they didn't have their tablets to communicate, and they were all in some kind of maze, like a private Hell.

She spends quite some time just walking around, periodically stopping with a hand against the wall and her eyes closed, to say a prayer. And then she straightens up, and starts back.

She should make some markings, leave traces of where she's been. She's been contemplating - a part of her incredibly incredulous at it - biting at her hand to make herself bleed, since she won't even feel it, when she almost trips over Emily.]

Emily! [Claire immediately crouches, wishing she could use her hands and check her over, make sure she's okay.] I'm sorry, I was totally in my own head. Are you okay?

[empireofrats]

[It's fine... She's use to having adults run over her back in Dunwall...]

I'm okay. [Just a little bump, nothing bad. She at least is glad Claire isn't too lost to comprehend anything. Like who Emily is, her name.] Are you lost, too?

[nursetemple]

Yes.

[No point in lying.]

Shall we try and find our way together?

[empireofrats]

[It's more of a relief than anything. She's not the only one lost, thank God.]

Yes. Some of the floors are funny, so you might fall. So we should be careful.

[nursetemple]

Okay. [Claire straightens up, offering Emily her hand.]

Feel like telling me more stories about Dunwall?

[empireofrats]

Okay. What stories do you want to hear? [She has good ones... and bad ones.] I have a lot of stories.

[nursetemple]

Yeah? What about one that makes you happy? One that makes you smile?

[No reason to make themselves sad when everything is already scary enough right now.]

[empireofrats]

Okay. [She is quiet for a minute or two--a handful of seconds probably, but maybe a minute tops.] One time, I was watching Mother get ready in her room with the lady who helps her. She had a special meeting, so she had to wear nice things.

I wanted to see all of her things, so she let me sit in her lap at her mirror and look. She had some makeup, and she said ladies wore it sometimes like wearing a dress. So they "dress up" their faces. Some of it smelled funny and went on weird.

Corvo came in when Mother was almost done, and I made him let me "dress" him up, too. I brushed his hair and put a clip in it, and I gave him some makeup. Mother said he looked very nice, but he looked really silly.

[nursetemple]

Did he let you do all that without complaining?

[Claire chuckles at the thought. When they talked before, they drew parallels between Corvo and Matt. And thinking of Matt, wearing lipstick and a nice little bow in his hair, she can't imagine he wouldn't have whined about it, if only a little.]

[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.

[nursetemple]

He sounds like a very nice man. [Very patient.]

So, you spent most of your time with your mom and Corvo? What about your dad?

[empireofrats]

[YIKES.] I don't have one... Mother said Father died when I was a baby, so I wouldn't remember him. [But it's obvious to most who chose to speculate the exact relationship between Jessamine and Corvo.

Most of the people in Dunwall did, too.]

[nursetemple]

Oh, I'm so sorry.

[Claire frowns down at Emily, once again wishing her hands would work so she could give her some physical reassurance. A hug can go a long way.]

I was never very close to my father, myself. It's always been my mom and my sister. The three of us against the world kinda thing, you know?

[empireofrats]

I've... I had Mother, and I have Corvo, the Lord Protector. Everyone else didn't talk to me much, or they were mean. Like the Spymaster. He's the one who had Mother killed.

What's it like to have a sister?

[nursetemple]

[Claire takes a breath, looking ahead for a moment as she thinks about it.]

It's kinda great. We fought all the time, when we were kids, and even as teens. Over clothes, toys, who presented at the science fair best. But as we grew older, we grew closer. We share everything. She's my best friend.

[empireofrats]

[Emily isn't sure if she would want a sister or not. She hasn't had any siblings, being an only child. In fact, she hasn't had many friends her age at all, being surrounded by adults as an Empress heir.] That sounds nice. To always have a friend.

I don't have any brothers or sisters.

[nursetemple]

It's very nice. Sometimes, especially when you're growing up, it's difficult. But it's great to have someone your own age, or close, to talk to. Did you have that?