[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

[hangfire]

[The tension, at the very least, is completely expected, so he doesn't move to let go, releasing a breath he didn't know he'd been holding when Frisk finally starts to crumble. They're upset, they're scared, and while valid, it meant that they were unpredictable. Give them time to break down, just for a few minutes, and then they could focus on what the hell they planned to do with this new predicament on their shoulders.

So for now, he lets them cling, carefully scooting the two of them as close to the nearest wall as possible, trying not to bristle too much with how uncomfortable the situation makes him. It's not the first time Frisk has cried in his presence, but to comfort another person never came very easily to Lutha in the first place. Too often he has to focus on pushing away or refocusing, neither of which he can do in good conscience with a human child in this godforsaken place. Now that he's taken a step, he's a bit lost on what else to do. What the hell would the goblin-fer do? That's... a bad question to ask, considering the first answer involves more talking than he thinks Frisk is equipped for at the moment.

So then, what would Alfonso do?

...

He almost chucks the thought, because thinking of Alfonso means not only thinking of unbearable optimism to the point of stupidity, but of having to leave that damn point of glorious stupidity behind. What would he do? He'd try to give hope.

Could he even manage that without feeling like an absolute liar?

His tongue feels thick in his throat as he swallows, his fingers tight in Frisk's hair.]

You can still say no. You still want to say sorry. That's still you. That's... good enough for right now. Alright?

[despiteeverything]

[Those few minutes help. They really, really do. They're so upset and so scared. Scared of themselves, scared of... just so much. And to have the time to cry and breathe, as guilty as they feel for it, helps clear their head slowly.

And when he finally does speak, says those very words -

Despite everything, it's still you.

They breathe slowly, easing themselves backwards and wiping at their eyes.]

O-okay. [Another breath, in and out. Ending in a hiccup but still there.] Okay. We'll we'll do it. We'll figure stuff out.

[hangfire]

Almost. [And again, without much warning, his scarf is being lifted to Frisk's face, wiping off the trail of snot and tears... albeit a little more gently than he'd managed before.] We keep moving. Whether or not we figure anything out doesn't matter at the moment. But staying put and cowering isn't going to make anything change.

[He pauses, pulling his scarf back to tuck it in on itself and keep the dirtied ends away from his face.]

Have you eaten anything?