[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

[ecks]

You had weapons like the weapon Bucky had in his dream. You said it was unforgivable.

[She doesn't remember talking to him about the ghost and the pie. She does remember seeing him, though, and what he said to her. It would be hard to forget. She looks him up and down again quickly, looking for a sign that he might be armed.]

omg I think I remember this a bit now

[equal_shots]

[Kid shakes his head vehemently. Of course he remembers very little of early parts of the dreams, or of his own role in other's dreams--but he sees the way she's looking at him. He sees the way her eyes look him up and down, searching for the slight bulge of a pistol hidden beneath his jacket. Kid shakes his head again, this time sending the world spinning; he has to reach out to lean agains the wall slightly to keep from keeling over sideways.]

--I don't have any weapons. I don't--I haven't--my weapon partners are human. Have human forms. You would see them. I do not travel with them in their weapon form; it's considered incredibly disrespectful if it's unnecessary and even more so it's quite uncomfortable for them.

:D

[ecks]

[She straightens when he physically falters, and when he starts saying things that do not make sense.]

I do not think anyone has weapons here, but your weapons were strange. You are injured.

I actually went back to read this thread!

[equal_shots]

Do not insult the Thompson sisters. They are hardly strange!

[Kid doesn't move from his position against the wall, granting himself the time to get his balance and allow the world to stop spinning again. His other hand, the one not pressed against the wall, rubs his eye.]

And I am not injured. I am sick, and it is from MN poisoning. They are two very different things.

\o/

[ecks]

They were strange. I have only seen weapons like those in your dream and one other dream, and when Doctor Watson drew a picture for me. They were guns. We do not have guns in my world.

[equal_shots]

[Ah--she meant that they were pistols, not that they were human Weapons. That is entirely different, and far more tolerable.

His anger dissipates.]

They are not strange, you are simply unfamiliar with the weapon type. Guns are a very common form of weapon in many worlds. A weapon which fires a projectile of some form. I am certain you have a weapon of some kind in your world that does the same, if not in a different manner.

[ecks]

We have bows and crossbows, but those do not use explosions in barrels.

[Like she said: strange.]

You do not have your guns and I do not have my shovel. I think we do not have to hurt one another.