[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.


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[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.]

[empireofrats]

[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.

[advanced]

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

Maybe, but a hero goes back for their friends.

[empireofrats]

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.

[advanced]

[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.]

[empireofrats]

[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.

[advanced]

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.

[empireofrats]

[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.

[advanced]

[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.

[empireofrats]

[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?

[advanced]

Nothing.

[It's not hard to tell that he's getting increasingly tense underneath Emily's grip.]

She's a good person.

[empireofrats]

It's okay. [She at least isn't sure about making people angry, even if she has some sass in her like her mother.] I'm sorry Miss Tifa did something bad, if she did. Mister Alfie said that nice and bad things can fit inside of everyone without them blowing up.

So everyone has nice and bad things inside of them, and that's okay. Miss Tifa is nice, but maybe she has some bad things inside her. Like me, and Mister Alfie, and Royce. And you, too.

[advanced]

I said she didn't do anything wrong.

[It's a slightly more terse reply, but it gets under his skin to hear her talk like this. He knows she's trying to be nice to him, but that makes it somehow worse. She's just a kid, and she's acting so maturely, but so misguided. Tifa doesn't deserve to have a friend of hers think that she did something wrong, even for a moment.]

I did something to her.

[empireofrats]

Oh. [She's quiet for a little bit as Bucky continues on. But she's ten, and she's the curious type.] What did you do?

[advanced]

That's not something you need to know.

[He's not about to tell some little kid about his murders.]

[empireofrats]

[It's fine. She watched her mother get murdered in front of her, Bucky. :')]

Okay. [She's quiet for a while again, letting Bucky walk along the endless halls.] Even if you did something not nice to Miss Tifa, I don't think she would be mad at you if you didn't do it on purpose.

Miss Tifa and I... we did some not nice things to Mister Alfie and Royce. We didn't want to do them, but... the town made us. It told us to do them, and we couldn't stop.

We did something bad.

That's why I don't want to go back to the town. I want to stay here, unless it's the same. I don't want to do bad things to people who are nice to me.

[advanced]

[He wishes she would stop hitting on all his major buttons, because the discussion of being used as a weapon against her will is just one added piece of tension to this conversation.]

What you did wasn't your fault, you have to keep hold of that.

[It's not the biggest comfort, but it's true.]

I'll get you back to your friends, they'll take care of you.

[empireofrats]

I know. [She rests her head at the crook of her arm where it drops over Bucky's shoulder.] But who is going to take care of my friends if the town makes me try to hurt them?

[advanced]

You have to put the trust in them that they'll be able to take care of themselves.

[Why is he actually trying to give advice here?]

And you have to be ready to fight it if it does come again.

[empireofrats]

Okay. They are kind of strong.

Do you think we can fight it, and it will go away? What if I lose, and then something bad happens?

[advanced]

Then you have to pick yourself up again after and fight harder next time.

[There is no comforting solution there, trust him.]

[empireofrats]

Okay. That's what I'll do. Because I can be strong and brave like Corvo, so I can keep going, too.

[advanced]

[He's silent for a moment, but he does want to at least try and take her mind off it.]

Tell me about Corvo.

[empireofrats]

Okay. [Hilariously, this works. She enjoys telling stories as much as hearing them.] He was Lord Protector for my mother, and now he's Lord Protector for me. He was born in Serkonos, the southernmost Isle in the Empire. He has darker skin, brown eyes, and brown hair.

He's really strong, and he can fight really well. He knows how to use a sword and a gun. He said he use to work for a Duke in Serkonos, but then the Duke sent him to Emperor Euhorn, my grandfather to show they were friends. Mother made him Lord Protector.

[For a few moments, she's quiet. Then, near Bucky's ear, still quiet:] If I tell you a secret, will you keep it?

[advanced]

[Sometimes hearing about worlds like this is very surreal, like having a fantasy story come to life, but he can't deny that it's interesting.

The murmur next to his ear takes him by surprise.]

Yeah.

[Who is he going to tell a secret to anyway?]