[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

[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.]

[advanced]

[His hair is yanked hard as his opponent goes down, and he hisses in pain. He almost follows it up with a punch to the face, but...]

John?!

[His eyes widen in surprise, and he's immediately stepping back and away.]

Shit-- shit, are you okay?

[jumpthegun]

[John manages to stabilize himself on the wall as Bucky lets him go and steps back. He's clutches his wrist close and just catches his breath for a moment.]

We really need to stop fighting, mate. Always ends terrible for the pair of us.

[advanced]

[He's not nearly relaxed enough to laugh this off, or even smile, expression remaining a tense blank slate.]

I didn't know it was you.

[He actually looks clean, compared to all the other times they've met, but his hand is an absolute mess of bruises and cuts.]

You hurt?

[jumpthegun]

[John shrugs.]

A bit. Came down wrong on my hand, but that's all. It'll be fine. England helped me with it. How are you doing? Meet up with anyone who gave you a bit more fight?

[advanced]

[The tightness to his face suggests that he has met someone like that, but he doesn't actually answer.]

Let me see.

[He'll focus on helping John, it might stop him jumping at shadows.]

[jumpthegun]

All right, Nurse Barnes.

[There isn't actually much to be done in the absence of supplies. John holds his right hand out, though. His wrist is swollen, and it might be clear why he went for kicking rather than punching.]

[advanced]

[He still doesn't take the bait of a lighter hearted moment, stony faced as he takes John's wrist in his hand and gently feels along to see if the bone is broken.]

You should have it in a sling. Stop it getting hurt any more.

[jumpthegun]

It'll be fine, Buck. Stop fussing. I'm not ripping up clothes for that. We need to get to the center. Have you been able to reach there, yet?

[advanced]

Yeah. Been there, left again.

[He peels off his scarf and begins to make it into a sling.]

There are a lot of people between here and there.

[Assuming he even remembers the way correctly, which is doubtful.]

[jumpthegun]

Bucky... [John gives the other man a look. He should probably expect the mothering instinct when Bucky grew up with sickly Steve Rogers, but it's still strange when it comes out. Especially at John.] If you give me that scarf, and I have it once we get out of here, I'm going to ask where you are so I can give it back.

What's in the core, then?

[advanced]

[It's awkward trying to tie a sling with just one hand, especially when that hand is wrecked from almost twenty four solid hours of punching walls. But he'll persevere!]

Not much. More walls, feels like the air pressure there is different.

[He shrugs.]

Have you seen Sherlock? [Since he imagines that's who John is primarily looking for. A beat, and then perhaps slightly guiltily.] Or Solomons?

[jumpthegun]

Oh, just give it here. [He holds out his hand for the scarf.]

I haven't seen either of them. Have you? Sherlock's got his memory thing, which really isn't helping. I'm afraid he's gonna find something important and then forget about it.

[advanced]

[He frowns, but hands the scarf over all the same.]

I've seen Solomons.

[Guilty look intensifies, but lets gloss over that.]

What memory thing?

[jumpthegun]

[John knots the scarf and puts it on. This makes him think of Fiona, and that's really not helping anything. The guilty look is noted.]

He died in the morgue. Melted my tablet while I was watching. Now he can't remember anything past half a minute.

What happened with Alfie? Did you hurt him?

[Slamming people into walls and everything.]

[advanced]

[That frown gets deeper and more concerned.]

Sorry. I hope you punched him for doing something so stupid.

[He knows how much Sherlock means to John, to watch him die in the morgue must have been horrible.]

I didn't hurt him. [He sighs, but he may have messed things up, so he'll come clean.] I talked to him about you, I don't think it helped.

[jumpthegun]

I'm planning on it.

[John's just adjusting how his arm sits in the sling, but stops and looks up at Bucky slowly. He looks surprised, but not displeased. He's more confused than anything. The doctor had vented to Bucky about Alfie, to be sure, but he hadn't expected the man to actually do anything.]

You didn't have to do that, Bucky. But you, uh... probably haven't made anything worse, really. I was stuck in a house with him and the others last night. The night before? Just before we got here. We haven't really talked about any of it. He... still cares, though. About me. Tried to cheer me up about Sherlock instead of yelling at me.

[So, there's that. It makes it even harder to let go if that's what Alfie wants to do, of course.]

[advanced]

[That brings Solomons even further down in his estimation. To be kind to someone without having any respect for them, stringing them along, it was cruel. But he doesn't say as much, he just looks disbelieving.

He definitely made things worse.

John probably doesn't want to know what was said, it might upset him. So Bucky just awkwardly shrugs and takes a step back.]

Not my business, I shouldn't have interfered.

[If John wants to pursue a friendship with a man who thinks others should crumble to his version of morality, that's his business. He's an idiot, but it's his choice to make.]

[jumpthegun]

[John's brow furrow.]

No. I appreciate what you were trying to do, really. I just don't have many people step up for me. [Not so much outside of Sherlock.] I'm not really sure what to say.

[It's a moment before he steps forward and claps Bucky on the back with his good hand.]

Thank you. I didn't get to tell Alfie, but Duster... I told him I'm not bending on this. If that means it's the end for what we had before, that's all right. [John pulls a face because it's not really all right at all.] I'll still help him if he needs me, and I want all of us to get out. We'll just... walk our own paths, y'know?

[advanced]

[He's tense under that clap on his back. Unfortunately, the paranoia whisper in the back of his head suggests it could be a grab, the start of an attack, so he jerks forwards in a sudden motion.

There's a moment of awkward silence.]

Transfusion's worn off.

[That's enough of an explanation before he moves back to the important topic at hand.]

Good. That's what I told him, it takes more of a man to stand for what they believe in, than to crumble for another. If he won't respect that, you're doing the right thing by walking your own way.

[jumpthegun]

Oh. Oh, bloody hell! I'm sorry. [He steps back again, giving Bucky more space. Then takes another step just to be sure.] Sorry.

[He frets, looking over his friend as he listens.]

Yeah, I'll... I dunno. I can bend most ways, but I'm not doing that. Ran into the Joker earlier. [John sighs.] He wouldn't fight me. Think he's figured out I've got that limit, too. I tried to stick with him, but this place... it's easy to get twisted 'round, lose someone you're with.

[advanced]

[He nods in understanding. It makes sense the Joker would have figured it out; he might be insane, but he's smart too. It sort of has him feeling a little less like he's failed to know that he's not the only one to lose a criminal after catching them in here.]

I know. I had Pierce.

[Obviously he doesn't any more.]

Had Sylar too, but I dealt with him.

[jumpthegun]

Dealt with him? [John raises a brow.] Bucky, when you phrase things like that, it makes you sound like you're in the mob.

[advanced]

Knocked him out so he couldn't hurt anyone.

[He raises an eyebrow, and shifts very slightly from foot to foot as if impatient but hiding it well.]

What did you think I meant?