[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

[keepscalm]

[There's a dim spark of recognition in England's face as his gaze settles upon the boy's missing eye. The boy John mentioned, the one who Stein attacked; surely it has to be.

It's not his business to say anything about that, though. Especially when they've got more pressing concerns.] I know. I've been hearing it, as well.

I was hoping something would happen to give us a hint as to how to get out of here.

[equal_shots]

[Has Watson told everybody? Good grief. Give a teenager some privacy to recover from his traumatic eye extraction and the several broken bones in his chest, please.

He leans slightly more on the wall, wiping his mouth with his sleeve and breathing hard. He's not contagious, England--don't worry!

Kid very quickly looks both ways down the hall, shaking his head.]

Heard you singing all the way down the hall...it doesn't seem to change much. [He exhales, wheezing, before shaking his head.] Don't know about you, but I'm still very lost.