[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

[coyoteking]

[He's already pissed, but the spitting just makes it worse. Charles retracts his hand and then brings it back- to smack Lutha upside the head.]

What the fuck is your problem? Somebody tries to help you and you're gonna be a shit about it?

[hangfire]

[The blow connects without much resistance. Lutha recoils with a harsh wince, not bothering to look back up at Charles as he croaks out a remark towards the floor instead.]

I don't need your goddamn help, Yvry. [Out of pained reflex, one arm slowly comes up to shield his face, gloved fingers digging into his hair. Don't hit him again. Please.] Just fucking move on already.

[coyoteking]

Yeah, okay, you don't need my help. That's why you're in a fucking ball on the floor.

[He doesn't hit him again, but it's a close thing.]

Just get the hell over yourself already. This isn't about pity or what the fuck ever. This is about being a goddamn decent person, and you not being too far up your own ass to accept it.

[hangfire]

[Instead of responding, Lutha braces his other arm against the floor and shoves himself to his feet with a pained grunt. It's slow, not to mention exceedingly obvious that he's in a good deal of pain. But he doesn't stop until he's mostly straightened up, one shoulder leaning against the wall to hold his weight.]

I'm not fucking hurt. [He's just hurting. There's an enormous difference.] T... take your decency to someone who actually needs it.

[coyoteking]

I'm fucking looking at him. Jesus Christ, dude. You're a mess.

[He shakes his head, but what he doesn't do is offer his hand again. It's clearly been rejected, even if it seems unlikely Lutha will stay upright for an extended period of time.]

You know, I don't do nice shit for free all that often. You could at least not shove it back in my face when I do.