02 ▒ EVENT: STASIS SICKNESS ▒ MAZE

[ataraxites]

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: The mysterious maze.
WARNINGS: Sickness, body horror, encounters, etc.
SUMMARY: Dying slowly, getting into trouble, adventures in exploration.
NOTES: Open to all!

The corridor stretches on before you. THIS WAY ☺, the farthest wall says, before turning into a darkness you haven't explored before. Perhaps now's a good time to consult that map.

Comments

Edgeworth + Whoever Happens To Be With Him

[killarevolution]

[After sending Peeta to find someone to escort him to medical and sending Finnick off to deal with another group, Haymitch is on his own, reminded of his Games in the worst way. There's no muttations or any worry about other tributes- but they all could be tributes, every last one of them and it could just be a matter of time before they all turn and go feral.

And he can handle that. He might be armed with nothing more than his knife and his wits, but he'll keep wandering these damned halls until he finds what he's looking for- or anything, really. Answers, something that suggested this was all a sham, or maybe even just the cure.]

Forever alone ;~;

[jurisimpudent]

[He'd split off from the others to return to the medical bay so that he could have his symptoms suppressed before returning out there. He's feeling better now; he still has that tinge of blue around his fingertips and lips and eyes, but he's walking more steadily now, with a quicker gait.

He'd used his pen to leave light ink-marks on the bannisters of the corridors he'd already walked down, and he traces those now, winding through the maze to return to the spot where he'd turned back. Now he stands, looking around with his brows furrowed, trying to decide whether to take a left or a right.]

Poor lonely Edgeworth in snow.

[killarevolution]

[And then there was Haymitch. While not particularly versed in hiding in shadows- too obtrusive, lacking the subtlety, and it reminds him for too much of the Careers. The ones who only hunt at night.- he gives enough of a warning before his arrival not to frighten the stranger off, but, well, alone in a corridor, another man showing up, things being bad. That's bound to be a bit nerve-wracking. Especially if any of these people had any idea of the kinds of things that happened to stragglers in arenas. Luckily, Haymitch had no interest in making more of a Hunger Games out of this than it already was.]

Got turned around, didn't you?

/plays "Christmastime is Here"

[jurisimpudent]

[Miles does draw back slightly, his eyes narrowed, but his response is no more than that. He's no Tribute, to reach for a weapon the moment he's startled - or, for that matter, to run and hide. Rather, he just watches as Haymitch's form becomes clear, and then nods in greeting; the only wariness in his face comes from the suspicion he's going to be made fun of, not attacked.]

Hardly. This is the direction I was intending to go.

You are?

[killarevolution]

[That would relax Haymitch, except relaxing when you're as tightly wound as he is is all but impossible. All that changes is a sudden shift from one foot to another, switching back to his less dominant foot to show that if he was going to attack, it would take effort and thus he probably wasn't a threat.]

Haymitch Abernathy. And for it being the direction you meant to go, you seem a little distracted.

[jurisimpudent]

[Miles glances down at his shift in stance; the significance of it goes altogether over his head. He's used to searching for malicious in words, and he's used to searching for evidence of malice in what was left behind. The deeper nuances of body language have always been rather lost on him.]

Miles Edgeworth. And now it's merely a matter of deciding which direction to try first.

[killarevolution]

Ah. [Haymitch grins and it's nothing but smarm.] See, I used to think that meant someone was lost. My mistake.

[jurisimpudent]

[Edgeworth scowls.]

Not knowing where I am means I'm lost.

[killarevolution]

[You're too easy, Edgeworth. And maybe Haymitch is taking pity on you or maybe he just wants to see if you fail. WHO KNOWS.]

Looking to get back, myself. Care if I stick around?