[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

[mrcreamsicles]

[Alternative to what? Is he still comparing their methods, or talking about something else? He holds off on the thought, though, because that weak ass bump has brought another thing back to the forefront.]

You want to tell me what's up with your hands, Strange?

[thewarningafter]

[He doesn't really want to, no.]

Peripheral nerve injury. Car wreck.

Everyone who goes to Kamar-Taj is looking for some kind of healing. Happy people don't decide out of the blue that they're going to devote their lives to the study of the mystic arts.

[mrcreamsicles]

[He winces in sympathy. He's never been in a car wreck, but it doesn't sound fun, and neither does 'nerve injury'.]

I'll take your word for it on that one.

[So, backtracking—]

What did you mean about 'the alternative'?

[thewarningafter]

Not time traveling. Letting things happen the way they were going to happen.

[mrcreamsicles]

[It's kind of obvious now that he says it. He thinks back. If he hadn't been the time player, if in that version of the world Rose hadn't been either, that would have been it. Both of them consigned to wait until paradox space took the toll inevitable for the doomed and killed them. For a second after, the idea of if he had ever given up. He thinks of three long years spent on the ship, of John's can I talk to the real Dave?, and says,]

Yeah. If I had to do it again, I still would.

[thewarningafter]

[For Stephen, it's remembering that infinite minute in the dark dimension, resigning himself to this is how things are now because letting himself rely on hope that the next loop would be the last would have broken his resolve faster than any new method of death Dormammu could have visited on him.

He smiles faintly.]

Same.

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite lets that sit for a moment of quiet understanding, then raises up from the hallway floor.]

I think I'm going to get moving again. No idea where I'm going, but I'm getting stiff from sitting. You want to come with, or are you going to make the floor your friend for a while longer?

[thewarningafter]

Think I'll stay here. The floor and I are really hitting it off.

[Best not to stay together when their eyes are mismatched. He hasn't wanted to kill anyone yet, but he'd rather not be around a kid whenever it inevitably happens.]

[mrcreamsicles]

[Davesprite gives him a thumbs up. The eyes don't bother him as much as they could have, considering his death last time, but things like arguing with Andersen over whether he can give him a noogie or playing backup to Bohemian Rhapsody do wonders to shove off the paranoia. He's not going to fuss if Strange wants to chill a while longer, though.]

Talk to you later, man.

[He turns and heads off down the hall.]

[thewarningafter]

Later.

[Stephen lifts a hand in a general sort of wave of farewell. He'll miss the company but, well. Better to be alone than to hurt anyone. He'll stick around here a while longer before going back on his own way.]