snowblindrpg | [log] Event: Lavender's Green, Part Two [open]

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[log] Event: Lavender's Green, Part Two [open]

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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Oh. [She is quiet for a few minutes as she walks because she is thinking] Have you ever been to a bad hospital?

Is that what happened to your arm?

[He looks down at her in surprise, then shakes his head. He won't answer that first question.]

No. I had it removed here, frostbite.

[At least Emily won't pry. She accepts is like it's The Word.]

Oh. When your fingers and toes get all numb. I know. [What frostbite is, she means. She lifts one of her own hands up at him.] It's okay. I'll hold your other hand.

The floor is funny sometimes. I fell down once because the floor went down, but I couldn't tell because everything is all white.

[Wait.

Wait.

Hold up a minute, did this kid just say she was going to hold his hand?! He actually comes to a stop and stares down at her.]

...I'll warn you if there's a dip, you don't need to hold my hand.

I promise I won't hold it very hard. [Even stopped, her hand doesn't lower. She has a very nice set of puppy eyes because they are big, round, and dark.] What if I fall into a bigger hole? What if monsters come out of the hallways and try to eat me, like the ones in the town?

What if we need to run, and I get left behind?

Then holding my hand won't help with that. You'll just wrench your arm, or slow us both down.

[Too blunt, he knows it even as it comes out.]

You'd be safer if I carried you.

I can ride on your back?

[He really doesn't look keen, but what choice does he have?]

Yeah. Can you climb up?

Yes. [She thinks she's good at climbing!] I use to ride on Corvo's back sometimes. [When she moves toward him, she's careful.] I'm ready.

[He bends down to make it easier for her to get on, his whole body tense as she does.]

What's your name, kid?

[When Bucky bends down, Emily eases up onto his back without clambering. She weighs hardly anything to someone like Bucky, maybe more so being a thin as she is young. Her knees squeeze his ribs to hold herself in place, and her arms drape over his shoulders to loop around his collar, trying not to choke him.] Emily.

[She quite likes being up this high. It's thrilling.] If I see a monster, I'll tell you, and then you can beat it up. Have you beat up monsters before? Mister Alfie and Royce says you can't beat them up in the town, but maybe you can here.

[He can't hold her up particularly well because he only has one arm to support her, so he'll just have to trust that she can grip tightly enough with both her knees and arms that she won't fall off.

He sets off walking again pretty quickly, trying to go always left in the common way of solving a maze.]

If we see a monster, we run. We're looking for an exit, not a fight.

Okay. [Man, none of the adults here ever want to fight. Like most of the adults she knew at Dunwall, except for, say, Havelock and the others that wanted the throne. Corvo, too, didn't want to fight.

She just wanted adventure.] I'll tell you if I see a monster, and then we can run. [And hopefully dodge the monsters.] Are you looking for your friends?

[He almost says that he doesn't have friends, but the words dry on his tongue as a lie. He does. He has John, Clint, and Natasha. He even has people that he likes who aren't quite friends yet, but three-- three actual people he trusts, that's a lot more than no friends.]

No.

[He starts to move a bit faster, a loping jog.]

I told you, I'm looking for an exit. That's it.

Oh. [Hm. Bucky is a strange judge of character. Very serious, she thinks. Not like most people she knows or has met. A little like Royce, in a way, when she had first bumped into him. Very serious.] Are you going to leave your friends behind?

[Important question. He never said he didn't have friends, just that he wasn't looking for them.]

[A large part of him rebels against the very idea of leaving them behind. He never left Steve behind, he would never have dreamed of it back in the old days, so why would he leave the other people he cares about?

But he's scared, so very scared, and still half sure that this facility is a place designed to wipe the memories from people in order to make them easier to control. His voice gets rougher.]

I'm no hero.

[That's not what she asked, but it's answer enough.]

[Gently, her knees shift again, up, to clasp him higher on the ribs so she won't slide off.] That's okay. I'm not a hero either.

You don't have to be a hero to be a friend.

[He feels thin under his clothes, ribs just starting to be a little too prominent.]

Maybe, but a hero goes back for their friends.

Friends go back for their friends, too. [Her voice is right by his ear, where her head hovers since her arms are holding onto his collar.] You can go back for them if we find an exit, right? I'm looking for Miss Tifa, Mister Alfie, and Royce. I want to help them leave.

But--maybe we should find the exit first.

[He doesn't know if he's strong enough to find an exit and then turn his back on it to go back for his friends, he doesn't know if he's that good of a man any more. He would like to hope that he is, but he doesn't think so.

He's not about to say as much to some random kid, though.]

Then you don't want to be with me, we'll find you someone else to help you find your friends.

[He doesn't go near Tifa, it's a rule.]

[Well, that sounds incredibly WEIRD, Bucky.] How come? Is it because you don't want to help me? It's okay. I won't be angry.

If we find the exit, you can leave.

No, that's not it. I don't mind helping you, kid.

[He's not that heartless. But how to explain this?]

Some of your friends aren't my friends.

[Naturally, she thinks about Royce and Alfie first, having no idea Bucky's problem actually lies with Tifa. Not many people like Royce and Alfie. They have even told her they aren't very nice people.] Mister Alfie and Royce--

They said they do bad things, but they have been nice to me. They were nice to Miss Tifa, too. I haven't seen them-- [Wait.]

Well, I did see them be mean to Mister House. I thought the town was making them do bad things, like what happened with me and Miss Tifa, but... they were okay.

[She must be closest to Royce, he's the only one that she seems to be dropping the polite form of address for. Not that this is important, it's just a small fact to file away in case it's relevant in the future.

He sighs, hopping down a dip in the path to carry on at a jog.]

Not them. Tifa.

[It's not a bad assumption. Ironically, the formality is dropped only because Royce demanded she do so because he hated being called "Mister Duster," and then, like Bucky's actions, everyone found out Royce's actual name.] Oh.

You don't like Miss Tifa? [WOW, what the heck.] What did Miss Tifa do?

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