Tristan Joseph Moore (not_an_orphan) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-08-28 22:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 08, reid garwin, tristan moore |
RP: A Tris in Wolf's Clothing
Characters: Tristan, Reid
Time/Date: evening, August 28
Location: just outside the hotel
Warnings/Rating: naked Tristan? inappropriate laughter? TMI sharing?
Summary: Tris arrives. With bells on. But not literally
Status: complete
This was a first. This was really a first.
If he had to guess, he'd say that Landon spun a plan to the Potter Pair - James and LilyLu, of course - and they'd somehow managed to completely transfigure his entire room while he'd been sleeping. He would have bought that, too, save for the fact they really couldn't transfigure smells, and this place didn't smell at all like the Farnsworth residence.
They could possibly create smells though. There were plenty of potions that could do that, and Acevona wasn't above helping them. "Ha-ha you guys," Tristan called out. He inhaled deeply a few times as he tried to find the source of the new smells. But there were ... people smells. Distinct smells. Smells of chemical cleaners. Faintly under that, very faintly, he could smell blood and burned ... something.
He felt a slight twist of unease as he sat up slowly. He noticed the note, the key, and what looked like an older model Muggle iPhone sitting on the nightstand. He picked up the note, his brows arching.
"So I'm just that awesome, huh?" he muttered to himself. He swung out of bed, reaching down to where he usually kept his boxers and found ... nothing. Awesome. So he was kidnapped, and naked. So far, the day was two for two. Idly scratching at his hip, Tris wandered over to the closet and opened it up. Robes. Jeans. Shirts. Hoodies. Check. He moved to the dresser and peeked in. Boxers. Socks. Two pair of Lan's briefs. Huh. Well, the house elf was always mixing up their laundry, so no surprise there.
Pulling on a pair of his boxers, Tristan lifted a hand to pat his chest to make sure his necklace was still there. He checked the nightstand drawers and found his wand. He pulled out a pair of jeans and a snug tee-shirt, pulling them on. He stuck his wand into his back pocket, grabbed his key and the device, shoving those into pockets as well.
He let himself out into the hallway and glanced around. He listened, and he scented, and he headed toward the stairs. Passing through the lobby area in a quick walk, he let himself outside the hotel. Well, they weren't very good at kidnapping if they couldn't even keep him inside, were they? But once he was outside, he wasn't sure exactly what to do. The first thing he did though was look to the sky. He studied the moon, eyes narrowing slightly. That was wrong. Why was it half full? It had been a quarter last night. Had they managed to knock him out for ... for over a week?
He didn't think so, but all the same, it was kind of a little important he know where the moon was standing. All things considered. Tristan licked his lips and stood on the steps and stared at the sky and tried to figure out what to do next.