RP: Remus and OPEN Who: Remus Lupin and open When: 14 August - late afternoon Where: Arrival Room
Sixty Deutsche Marks wasn't much, certainly not enough for the danger he'd put himself into by allowing himself to be picked up and brought to a seedy motel on the outskirts of the city, no payment up front and no limits negotiation at all. But, it was enough to get Remus a bus ticket from Frankfurt to Stuttgart and, therefore, closer to the sanctuary of the Black Forest. The Full was only a day away and he needed to be in a less populated area soon. If he was lucky, he'd have enough left after the bus ticket to pay for a way out of Stuttgart.
Once he'd pulled on his jeans and t-shirt, he snatched the cash off the night stand and stuffed it in his pocket. He fingered the hidden (and charmed) compartment secreted along the hem of the trousers to ensure his wand was still there and grabbed his denim jacket off the back of the chair by the door. A pat of the front pocket ensured his glasses were still safely inside, as well. Loud snores from the bed suggested he would have little problem sneaking out, but Remus was quiet and cautious all the same. He delayed only just long enough to ensure there was no sign of his presence left in the room -- he'd cast a wordless cleansing charm upon himself and his clothes already -- before slipping silently through the door and out into the chill night.
Only, when he stepped through the doorway, it was daylight.
And he was definitely not standing in the dim hallway of a sketchy motel, either.
If the futuristic room he found himself in was an illusion, or glamour, someone had gone to a lot of trouble to make it so detailed that it even passed as real to his sense of smell. He supposed there could have been a hidden portkey, but he hadn't felt the tug in his guts that usually accompanied portkey travel. And, he knew he hadn't apparated. So, the logical conclusion was that, wherever this was, it was real. How he'd come to be there, he couldn't guess. But, as he wandered over to the nearest window and looked out upon a world with two suns in the sky, it was blatantly obvious he wasn't in Germany any longer.
The quiet sound of an unfamiliar gait and the growing scent of another person broke through his initial confusion and he turned from the window. Standing with his shoulders rounded in an instinctive bid to appear smaller and less threatening, he waited to see who or what would come through the doorway of the room he'd found himself in. "I apologise for trespassing," he said calmly, hoping to head off any trouble from the start. "I'm not entirely sure how I came to be here."