snowblindrpg | [log] Event: Lavender's Green, Part Two [open]

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[log] Event: Lavender's Green, Part Two [open]

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!

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The Inner Hallways.

[ Keeping one hand placed against the walls as he wanders through the twists and turns. Desperately searching for any kind of company from anything without any concern for his own safety. ]

Hello? Anyone?! Jim? Brian? Zack? Kunsel?

[ Then without warning, he comes to one of the drops and falls down. The landing knocks the wind out of him, and he's coughing and gasping for air. Zell is the winner. It is him.

Help a teen out? ]

The Core.

[ He's sitting on the floor, rubbing his red forehead. He hasn't eaten anything just yet. It's hard to when everything is making him feel sick. Looking up at anyone who comes across him with a hesitant smile. ]

I think I'm going to wind up with the record for hitting my head against stuff. [ He says with a wince. ] Maaaaan, it sucks in here.

Outer Halls

[ He's following the sounds of foot steps. ]

Hello?! Winter? [ He doesn't know if she's even here, but it reminds him of what has been shared on the network.

When he doesn't get a response, he'll call out more quietly: ] Andromeda? Anyone in here?

Edited 2016-12-28 21:37 (UTC)

[Alfie is one of the ones who starts out in the inner hallways. He shoulders his pack immediately and sets out, taking his dead tablet (which he checks often, hoping it'll come back online) with him. Instinct tells him he should move quietly, not calling out for anyone or doing anything to draw attention to himself. Still, if he comes across anyone, it's extremely likely that he'll try to get them to travel with him - there's safety to be found in numbers, and there are very few people that he'd actively turn down as traveling partners right now, no matter how he might feel about them personally.

His eyes, as always, are glowing.]

Edited 2016-12-28 21:39 (UTC)

[He's out of the door literally as soon as it opens, ready to swing at whatever might be outside. Not that there is anything. The bag is inspected and then discarded, he's not stupid enough to take food left out for him when it's probably laced with drugs to keep him hallucinating or compliant.

He stalks down the hallways quickly and quietly, with the expert ease of someone used to infiltrating enemy bases. As soon as he sees anyone else, he surges forward to try and slam them against the white walls.]

Edited 2016-12-28 21:42 (UTC)

(reply from suspended user)

[Church is wandering the inner hallways aimlessly, not even trying to keep track of where he's going. What's the point? Whoever's running this little game is bound to make sure he'll end up wherever they want him to. He's got no choice in the matter.

He's pausing to cough every now and then, and that's how you're most likely to encounter him. He doesn't seem especially surprised to see someone else and offers only a weary glance of acknowledgement as greeting.]

Edited 2016-12-28 21:56 (UTC)

[A rock, heavy and sharp, strikes Zell's head while he coughs and gasps, accompanied by the sweet, cruel laughter of a child. When he looks up, no one is there, but the rock still is. It's left a gash in his forehead, which is going to bleed quite a bit but won't actually be anything more than an annoyance.

The rock is still very sharp. A thought in Zell's mind that feels so much like his own says that it would be good for killing someone here--like he'll have to. Like it's inevitable.

It's up to him, but the urge to take the rock with him is strong.]

[Even after the door appears, Melanie sits quietly for a few hours. Eventually, she'll try it and find that it opens for her (even now, she's still not used to that), but she won't stray far. She leaves the backpack where it is, going over to retrieve food and water every hour or so, but mostly she stays in the room, waiting. A part of her wants to explore, but she also worries that she won't be able to find her way back, and she doesn't like that idea. She always wants to be able to find her way back to where she started, when she can.

Still, she leaves the door open and will poke her head out often, occasionally taking a few steps down the hallway in any direction. Her eyes are prophet eyes, though she doesn't know it.]

OOC: Please note that encountering Melanie in person will be very dangerous for most characters! The scent of living flesh is extremely appetizing to her (human flesh especially, though anyone that smells alive would count), and getting too close to it will drive her into an uncontrollable feeding frenzy.]

Inner Hallways

[Charles starts here, bolting out the door the second it opens. He almost misses the backpack, but manages to trip over it. After snatching it up and regaining his balance, he's going to be moving as quickly as possible. Where? He doesn't fucking know. He'll be easy enough to spot against the white, but he's not going to be calling out for anyone. He's Wary, but he won't attack when approached.

If he hears someone around a bend, he'd rather not stumble into them on accident, so instead he'll yell.]

Who the hell is that?

The Core

[Later, when the hallways become nearly impossible to navigate by sight, Charles is going to close his eyes and use his hands. He'll be listening for others, but quiet people might be able to get the drop on him. Sneak up and give him a poke for what is sure to be a pleasant surprise! Or, you know, be nice and announce yourself. (But where's the fun in that?)]

[ The first thing he notes is the taste in his mouth as he steps out into the hall. SOLDIER senses have always been ridiculous and while they've been dulled by the nanites that run in him, it's still ingrained habit by this point. An unfortunate habit at this point.

But he takes the pack and he makes his way through as quickly but carefully as he can. He has some friends to find- and maybe some answers, too, along the way. He's not sure, but he's gotta find them. Gotta make sure they're okay. He's gotta- ]

Whoa!

[ Not... almost fall off the path where the two hallways blur together. All white walls? The worst idea. His echoing voice seems to be his own company as he takes a moment to gather himself before he... takes a moment to differentiate if there's even a path for him to take up there. ]

Edited 2016-12-28 21:53 (UTC)

[Al has prophet eyes, something he's deeply ashamed of, and so he's not pleased to round the corner and run into someone with glowing eyes. Even if he wants to not be alone, and even if he's hardly in a physical state to pose a threat to anyone right now, he still doesn't want to take that chance.]

...You should stay back, Mr. Solomons.

[He doesn't quite know how he managed to make it to the core, but he's glad to be sat down to take a brief rest. It's especially good not to be here alone.]

...yeah, I hear it. You think someone's watching us?

A - Inner Hallways

[Cassel sets out pretty immediately. He figures the doors have opened for a reason, and he doesn't want to stick around to find out what that reason might be. He takes his pack with him and, after circling what seems like the same hallway once or twice, finally rests a gloved hand against one wall, that old childhood trick to navigate. It's easy to feel antsy—he has no idea where he's going, no idea what he's doing, and no way to defend himself if something comes at him.

There's the sharp tang of copper in his mouth, and after wandering for who knows how long, it begins to freak him out enough that he spits on the floor in a desperate attempt to clear it, pausing for a moment as he tries to get his bearings.]

B - The Core

[After a while, Cassel finally makes it... somewhere. The hallways are twistier and it feels like his ears desperately need to pop. It's uncomfortable, and at first he barrels through, but that habit quickly dies after he runs into a wall once or twice. He's keeping an eye out for Adelina, moving at a much more careful pace now, but he knows he's not getting anywhere. The walls are narrow enough that he's starting to feel claustrophobic, his anxiety ramping up, and like always, that fear turns to frustration. He keeps checking his tablet impulsively, and finally, after about a half hour of wandering and checking and finding nothing, he stops, winds his arm back, and hurls his tablet at the wall, letting out a choked, angry sound. It doesn't help.]

Frickin' hell!

[ He's loud as he looks around for any sign of the culprit from his spot on the floor. Rubbing at the wound and smearing the blood across his forehead and a bit in his hair. ]

Yeah, thanks for that. [ Not an invitation for more rocks, please.

He does reach for the rock, hesitates and then picks it up to take with him. He has to kill someone. ]

[He's been looking for other people since the doors opened. They have to be around here somewhere, right? He's not alone. He catches the sound of the echoed cry of surprise and immediately turns towards it, moving as fast as he can in that direction.]

Hello? Is someone there?

1 - Outer Hallways;

[ If you're anywhere near where Angel starts out, she's pretty easy to find. Mostly because she's singing really cheesy pop songs to make her location more obvious to anyone who might be nearby. We're talking really cheesy. Her taste is terrible and she should feel ashamed. Feel free to tell her so or join in as you see fit. ]

2 - The Core;

[ Angel has stumbled on the round area that she assumes is the centre. Finally. Is this where everyone is supposed to end up? Assuming there is a place people are supposed to end up, even.

Either way, it seems like a suitable place to take a break. She can be found leaning against one of the walls, looking especially ruffled and wide-eyed. Whew. ]

Is - oof, is it kinda hard to catch your breath in here? Or is that just me.

No - no, we should stay together, at least for now. Come on.

[He gestures for Al to follow him.]

[Back when he first got here, he had almost made an alliance with this man, back when they first met the Prophet in dreams. It seems somehow fitting, but also incredibly suspicious, that now would be the time they ran into one another again.

His eyes are also glowing, but it doesn't make his stance any less wary as he comes to a stop.

Then slowly, carefully, he begins moving backwards as if about to make an escape.]

(reply from suspended user)

No.

[He gestures to his eyes, furrow of concern at his brow.]

You'd probably be safer without me, I don't know if something's going to happen to make me violent again.

(reply from suspended user)

They're probably waiting for us to turn on one another again.

[His shoulders are tense, clearly unhappy, and he keeps his prophet-eyes downturned.]

We have to make sure that doesn't happen.

[A] Outer Hallways
[Ed starts here, for whatever reason. Perhaps it's a blessing, seeing as he has a minute to himself to sort of formulate how he's going about this. Anyone who comes across him might find him feeling across the walls for any sort of seams, depressions or weak points. The sound of breathing coming from somewhere puts him more on edge than he has been during this whole ordeal.

When he hears footsteps coming to towards his direction he freezes, suddenly aware he's without much to defend himself outside of his own ability to fight. ...somehow in this place that's not all that comforting.]

Who's there? I'm not afraid to kick your ass if I have to! [real intimidating.]

[B] Inner Hallways
[Eventually, Ed's found himself in the inner hallways, and while he's still trying his best to search out any sort of seam or weak spot in the walls, he's mostly just trying to move through whatever kind of maze this is more quickly. Which is what gets him into trouble, sort of. It's hard to tell when these halls do the weird drops, and even though Ed's being as careful as one can expect him to be when the hallway he's in cuts through another, lower one he loses his footing to the fall.

With a yelp he didn't have that much control over leaving his mouth, Ed drops roughly into the lower hallway, his face abruptly meeting the new, lower floor. Luckily or unluckily someone may be near enough to see his graceful exit.]

Dammit! Who the hell would build something like this? [Ed's gloved hand lifts up to touch his poor nose which is doing a good job of bleeding, but at least it's probably not broken.]

[C] The Core
[The air pressure is almost uncomfortable, considering the pressure change from the earlier hallways makes his ears want to pop.]

After all of that, this is the middle of this rat maze? [It's frustrating. He's tired, cranky but at least by this point his nose has stopped bleeding from his fall earlier.]

[Upon finding an exit, she hurries out and grabs the backpack she finds, opening it quickly and looking through it when she sees she doesn't have any company. When she sees there's food inside, she pulls some of it out of eat as she starts to attempt to navigate through these halls.

She tries to keep herself as calm as she can despite the taste in her mouth, despite how tired she is. She doesn't run, wanting to save her energy in case something dangerous is in store. She does walk quickly, though, looking for a familiar face. Of course, given that she's focused on trying not to get lost in these halls, it's very possible that someone will notice her before she happens to see them. She's trailing a hand along one of the walls, trying to make sure she doesn't fall (again, it's happened at least once) as two halls blend together almost imperceptibly.]

[ There's footsteps. It's impossible to miss when the hallway's otherwise pretty quiet. And at first, a surge of panic wants to take hold of him- run, run, run- he's got those eyes, after all. If they're someone with glowing-

He's already on the move when he hears the voice though. It's a voice he's grown far familiar with in the past six months and the fact that it's not accompanied by the clank of armor is ultimately what gets him to stop before anything else. He turns back, starting toward the voice. ]

Al?

Inner Hallways

[Hange starts here, curiously peeking out of the room before grabbing the bag and setting out. They'll be treating this like any other exploratory mission: try to scout out the terrain. This means Hange is going to try and leave a trail, either of food bits or their own blood (possibly experimenting with both). You may come across them in the process of marking the path.

Or you may meet them in much more sudden circumstances, when Hange reaches a drop-off and decides to just jump off the edge. Maybe they land beside you for a nice jumpscare, or maybe they land, rather unfortunately, right on top of your head. Either way you'll hear:]

Coming down!

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