[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

[rubikscomplex]

I mean it literally... figuratively-speaking, of course. [It's an obvious deflection, but House knows well enough that Pierce probably had other things he was reading up on than Angel and Miranda's theories about his daddy issues.]

And the environment could be constructed for neural pathways. If you put us all in the same construct box, we'll see the same thing, even if it isn't what's real. The alternative in my mind is that we're all in Norfinbury and the nanites in our bodies are making us see and feel all of this while our bodies do something else. Wouldn't be the first time.

[peacemongering]

You're so smooth with your deflections. Also slipped right by me how you avoid any topic that might broach uncomfortable subjects. [It was amusing, and the more that House tried to deflect, the more interested he became to overturn that rock to discover all the details.]

But not everyone's neural pathways are hooked up the same way. There is always reasonable doubt that this is all an elaborate illusion in the first place. [And why wander about an illusion save to give one the impression that they were actually doing something productive.] So being cast from our bodies is a common practice? Seems like quite the drug trip.

[rubikscomplex]

I was mauled by a bear as a small child. [It's a blatant lie, but it's told absolutely straight-faced, confident. If it weren't in the current context, it might even be believable.] Aren't you supposed to be walking? Move, Old Man Winter.

There's reasonable doubt for everything here. It's why we've got a dozen different theories. They're piece-mealing us info, and even that's suspect, at best. Being pulled out of our bodies isn't common, but it's happened before. People have been possessed, and there was a night when no one remembered anything, but we call got shuffled around in the houses.

[peacemongering]

Is that why you continually rub your thigh when uncomfortable? Bear took a chunk out of you? I hope one of your parents was there to fight off the beast. [Pierce used the opportunity of childhood to poke around at the basis of House's personality quirks that he had seen.] So demanding. You should save that talk for the Winter Soldier.

[All theories and no proof. That was added complicated elements, not that he cared. He was dead after all.] Sounds like this place is here to push the mental and emotional boundaries of those trapped here. I can't wait for the end room in the game where we all have to murder each other like some blood sport.

[rubikscomplex]

[House consciously stops himself from reaching down this time, and just shoves his hands into his coat pockets for the time being.

He wants his Vicodin. He wants his Vicodin. He wants his goddamn Vicodin.]

You got it, pal. Had to fight it off myself. Bare-handed. [It's a terrible, terrible pun.] And I'm guessing the 'Winter Soldier' is code for tall, dark, and 99 torture-induced issues?

You missed out on the murder night. That already happened. At least the prelims.

[peacemongering]

[They were going to play that game now? Well, so be it. His grandchildren had gone through that phase.]

That hairy situation had to be almost unbearable for you. I hope the bear was embearassed that he couldn't even eat one small cub. [Was it that obvious who he was referring to?] He used to be so much better.

[Yes, he had heard about murder night. It was for the best that he had given that a miss.] When does the next round start?

[rubikscomplex]

[You are getting such a look, Pierce. What is this, one-up-manship on pure horrible?]

That was painful. Physically painful. Jesus Christ, you really are a grandpa. Did you raise your kids to be manipulative bastards, too?

[He doesn't actually know when the next 'round' starts or when this one ends, so he just doesn't reply to that. A part of him hopes the answer is 'never,' but he's realistic enough to know it's 'sooner rather than later.']