[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

[mrcreamsicles]

Oh, jesus. No, dude, I'm not murdering anybody. Put your hands down.

[They weren't starting from zero, but it still jumped to 360 pretty quick. Andersen, at least, isn't threatening him, and there's no question that none of the taunting confidence from that night is present now. So—]

You want to prove to me you won't kill me, then come over here and let me noogie you.

[mrcreamsicles]

It's called a trust exercise. You let me noogie you and there is basically no way I can believe you'll kill me.

[It's just ridiculous enough to work.]

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite mirrors his posture.]

It being stupid is the whole point, Andersen.

[mrcreamsicles]

I thought I was the only bird in this situation, but it looks we got ourselves a chicken. How long have you been hiding those feathers?

[He spreads his arms as he speaks, like it's self-evident that that's the case, and not him just being a stubborn dick.]

[mrcreamsicles]

Better arms like this than looking like a ten-year-old.

[Fuck you too, dude, though he says it smooth and even.]

There's this thing called a joke, but evidently you can't take one.

[mrcreamsicles]

What, not taking the chance to call me the joke?

[He spreads the arms in grand indication of his state. You already insulted him once, Andersen.]

[mrcreamsicles]

[And just like that, Davesprite's irritation fizzles. It's hard to be too offended when the perpetrator is just as self-loathing as you are.]

You want to talk about anything else? I've got no idea what I'm doing in here yet, and if you were going to kill me you probably would have done it by now.

[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?

[mrcreamsicles]

I dunno, are you going to keep being the pot to my kettle?

[mrcreamsicles]

Then let's drag our asses to the cookware convention. There's gotta be a potluck somewhere down these bland ass hallways.

[So long as Andersen doesn't freak him out someway, he's content to walk along with him. Or, you know, float. This maze is fucking boring without someone to chat to.]