[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

[howdull]

[He sighs, but he's not a complete asshole and certainly not someone who sits by and just watches people suffer physically for no reason. So without much preamble, he reaches out to try and take hold of Lutha's collar and drag him out of the core bodily.]

When you felt the pressure begin to increase, why did you then not retreat to a different location?

[Idiot.]

[hangfire]

[He yelps as his clothes are grabbed, his hand groping for Sherlock's wrist in a pathetic attempt to pull him off. Despite being a decent height, a life of malnutrition means the young man doesn't have much meat left on his bones. Yanking him along should be fairly easy if Sherlock can put up with the writhing that accompanies his attempts.]

Because you don't find answers by fucking retreating like that-- ghh, god dammit, let me go!!

[howdull]

[Sherlock is pretty good at holding on even when people are struggling, so it's relatively easy for him to pull Lutha out into one of the many corridors where the pressure is less.]

What answers were you finding on the floor incapable of moving?

[hangfire]

That doesn't fucking matter! [So: nothing.] Getting waylaid doesn't change the fact that I'm not taking an easier path just because it's going to be less fucking painful-- [He'll attempt to shove himself out of Sherlock's grip again, gloved fingers now digging in earnest at his wrist.]

[howdull]

[He doesn't bother to hold onto Lutha now that they're out of the main area of pressure, allowing him to break free easily enough.]

You weren't taking any path, you were stalled and achieving nothing.