[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

[ecks]

I do not know where I am going. That is part of why I am lost.

[exequies]

Neither do I! [He shrugs, apparently unconcerned.] But I'm fairly certain I'm in a different place than I began, so I must be making progress.

[ecks]

That is not logical. If you do not know where you are or where you are going, relocating to another unknown location is not progress. It is a reiteration of the same status.

[exequies]

[Oh goody, a very literal mind. In response, Undertaker just cocks his head to the side in a vaguely bird-like way.]

Do you think there's a difference between wandering and being lost?

[ecks]

Yes. Wandering is aimless. Lost is without knowledge of location.

[That's very straightforward for her.]

[exequies]

I see~...

[This time, he doesn't counter it with anything else.] Well, in any case we should probably help each other move forward, shouldn't we?

[ecks]

Which direction is forward?

[It's a trick question. Forward is whatever direction you are facing. She wants to know what he will answer, though.]

[exequies]

The direction I haven't been in, yet.

[And with that, he continues on his way as if to pass her.]

[ecks]

Correct.

[He's technically correct since it was the direction in which he was facing. She shifts fluidly out of his path, instinctively avoiding a scenario in which he'd brush against her as he passes.]

You are not marking the walls. How do you know where you have been?

[exequies]

Intuition, mostly~

[He keeps going, not hurrying but not at a leisurely stroll either. The heels of his boots clack softly with each step, as he holds out a sleeved arm and waves it dismissively.]

I'm making a mental map.

[ecks]

[She turns to keep her eyes on him, then falls into step a stride or two behind. She moves quietly by past training, and she stays just out of easy reach.]

What else have you seen? What is on your mental map?