Motel California

[Scott has kept to himself since he talked to Stiles last night. He's expertly avoided everyone today, eating meals later than usual and keeping to his room the rest of the time. He doesn't know how to process everything that he's had dumped on him in the last 24 hours.

Stiles was here. Properly aged and guarded. Which meant he'd been wrong about Thomas. Had been giving some brainwashed kid empty, useless hope, that wasn't his to give him in the first place. He felt bad for that, guilty in a way he'd never imagined possible.

He needed to talk to someone and...honestly? The best person for the job, the only one who knows exactly how he feels and what's going on in his head...is Lydia. So, he heads up to her floor and knocks on her door lightly.]

Good evening, Esteemed Guests!

[E. Poe shows up on the screen of everyone's black and white communicator screens.]

We're welcoming new arrivals today. Please do come by the lobby after dinner to meet them. Some of you might find familiar faces.

[With a wider smile, he disconnects the video.

Anyone who does come by the lobby today will find the keys and the names of the guests laid out on the counter as follows:


Jordan Parrish - room 241
Stiles Stilinski - room 712]

[Being inside the motel was starting to cause a bit of cabin fever. Even if she's been confined to a place before. This? This was a bit different than that though. It's why the video would see her up in the air, the maze down below her. Those blazing fire filled eyes watching as it moved and shifted. It almost seemed like a snake to her or something else entirely. There were a few things that she wanted to check out but she wanted to figure out the Maze first. Though she stayed above it for the time being, not wanting to go out into it. Not yet anyway.

So if others have questions, they can ask. She won't actually have answers but she doesn't, or maybe she does, know who has gone out to the Maze and who hasn't. She's been doing her best to stay out of everyone's head, no matter how loudly they were thinking.]

[Locked to Scott]
Scott don't be mad, I went into the maze, after breakfast, and no sign of anything larger than rabbits out there.  How far were you and Thomas in when you were attacked?  Don't worry I'm not looking for it to actually attack it or anything, I mean there are throwing knives here, but I'm really horrible with my aim.  They're weighted wrong for accuracy.  Though I'm probably going to go try hunting sometime with Katniss, maybe I'll get better at it.

[She's turned the device so the video's showing the bed and not her, though she does shift on the bed, showing her ankle's a little swollen, without realizing it.  There's also some quick sketches she did of the maze, trying to map it out, which is probably what she intended to show.] 

Though to be honest I think I only got a little way in.  It's tougher than it looks from the windows on the upper floors.  I've been up there trying to map it out from the windows, but, something's weird about it.  I don't think it's really changing, but my sketches never seem to match up. 

[Open to everyone]
[Rayan's left her com on after talking with Scott without meaning to.  It's facing the ceiling but in the background you can hear her singing softly to herself.  She's actually not that bad, not amazingly great.  She comes into view fully dressed but a towel's wrapped around her head like she just washed it.] 

Damn thought I turned that off.  Sorry!

Room Spam; for Thomas or whoever would like to knock.
Alex had stayed up late reading in the library, and now was laid shirtless face down on his bed. His boots and jeans still on like he had just passed out half undressing on the pillow bear his head was his cellphone which had somehow not died it started playing a midi version of his favorite Eagles song. It was pushing 11am when the song started.

His hand reaching up for the phone. "Yeah?" he spoke as he flipped it open realizing their was no voice just the silence he pulled it back seeing the alarm screen. He forced himself to sit up, his hair full of static all around as he looked half asleep for his cigarettes on the bed.

"Tommy? You around?" He asked in a sleep thick tone.

Outside

He didn't bother with food he just got a cup of coffee from the restaurant and made his way outside. His strange jacket whipping in the breeze as he sat down on one of the steps ignoring the cold as he drank the rapidly cooling black coffee looking out at the mountains.

"You'd kill for this view you bastard." He muttered to himself thinking of his cousin, how he left him there in LA while he ran with Soda's car, he had tried not to think about the terrible thing he had done before getting here, but as the days passed the more he worried about the book. It was gone with his suitcase, even though the clothes from the suitcase were there. He sighed some taking another drink.

The Bar
It was around 10 when Alex could be found sitting on one of the stools at the bar, packing a box of cigarettes against his palm. "Come on, one more." He spoke over to whoever kept the bar. He had only had two drinks but it seemed as good of an idea as any. Pulling one of the cigarettes out he flicked his zippo open on his jeans and lit up as the next mug of beer was placed before him.

"This was a lot more fun when I was sneaking in bars under aged." He spoke as if anyone cared.

Choose your own adventure!
[ Just put whena nd where on the comment header!]

[She's taken a couple of days to regroup. Between Allison that isn't Allison and Stiles that has no memory of them, or of home, she's had a lot to work through. Because the two of them are the two people she misses the most now that Dahlia has been around again. And she wishes they were there, whole. Because even though Stiles is-- everything feels so wrong with him.

So for the most part, she's been doing her best to avoid them. And pretty much everyone else. The only people she's been proactively seeking are Scott and her sister.

After two full days, however, she feels like she needs to do more. She needs to come up with a plan to help Stiles and-- she needs to make sure that Allison isn't just in the same situation as him. Because if she's somehow been kidnapped too and her memories were replaced, then she and Scott need to do something about it soon.

It's still early in the morning when Lydia makes her way over to the restaurant for breakfast. And about half an hour later, she heads for the library where she plans on spending the rest of the day with research.]

[The wounds he'd sustained the previous night were healed now, but he hadn't gotten around to taking off the bandages on his arm and around his ribs, and the one on his arm is visible.]

Consider this a public warning: Everyone should stay out of the maze behind the hotel. It's dangerous. Like....had a run-in with a dragon last night, stay the hell out of there,dangerous [He manages an incredulous scoff as he shakes his head.] I know how this might sound, but just remember we all woke up in a cable car with no memory of how we got there and we're stuck in a hotel we aren't even allowed to know the actual location of. [He pauses and presses his lips together for a moment.] I just thought everyone should know.

[Stiles (Thomas)]
Are you okay?

Spam for: Stiles Thomas, OTA, & Allison Argent Rappelevie( Read more... )

Good morning, Guests!

[E. Poe shows up on the screen of everyone's black and white communicator screens.]

We're welcoming new arrivals today. Please do come by the Lobby after lunch to meet them. Some of you might find familiar faces.

[With a wider smile, he disconnects the video.

Anyone who does come by the lobby today will find the keys and the names of the guests laid out on the counter as follows:

Jean Grey - room 531
Jordan Parrish - room 241
Daisy Johnson - room 730
Dahlia Martin - room 730
Lydia Martin - room 217]

Rayan hadn't been able to sleep, after a few hours she had given up. Too much had gone on and her mind was still mulling it over, not allowing her to actually calm down. Which was why she was currently in the ballroom, the only place she could find that was large enough to go through tumbling routines to try to focus.

On the table, where her boots and jacket were sitting, was a notepad she had gotten from the front desk and a pen.  Everything that she could think of about the current situation was written on it, along with the names she had managed to get from some of the others. The notes were scribbled down in disorganized thoughts, mostly to try to get them out of her head, something else that hadn't worked, not that she had hoped it would, Rayan had issues back at the Manor with sleeping, catching catnaps when she could, but always waking hearing her parent's screams.

Another run of tumbling moves had her cross the width of the room again, this time a few no handed flips were added. She was at least behaving and not bouncing off the wall. The teen was lost in her thoughts, trying to put together the last waking moments back in Gotham, hoping to figure out how she had woken on the cable car in the first place.

Ending the run in a low crouch, she sank the rest of the way to the floor, crossing her ankles in front of her. “It doesn't make sense!” Her words weren't that loud, but echoed in the empty ballroom.

[Spam for Alex Deveraux -- Roommate]

[Thomas still feels vaguely disoriented after talking to the strange clerk at the front desk. He doesn't have a good feeling about him in the same way he didn't have a good feeling about Janson when he'd pulled Thomas into that room to talk to him before the scorch. But like then, right now there isn't much choice for what he can do here. He's dirty, hungry, and tired. Those three things aren't a good combination for clear thinking, so instead of trying to escape, he heads to his assigned room. 211.

He makes his way up the stairs and down the hallway, pausing in front of the door labeled 211 and using the key to unlock it. He pauses just inside when he spots someone else already there, another boy. He recognizes him as the one who was freaking out on the cable car.]

I guess we're roommates.

[Spam -- OTA]

[After he's had a bite to eat and slept for a few hours, Thomas makes his way out of the room and down the hall, looking around curiously and making note of the others that he sees. Of the differences in each level of the motel -- there isn't much that distinguishes one from another save the numbers on the doors.

He wants to get the hell out of here and figure out how to find his friends and rescue Minho. He can be found at various times exploring the motel's various locations: the bar, the lobby, the various floors, the library, the ballroom, and finally, outside the front of the motel, and later outside in the back where he find himself standing in front of a giant maze.]

Welcome to Motel California.

Our anticipated guests arriving today are as follows:

Rayan Grayson
Katniss Everdeen
Alexander Deveraux
Dutch Velders
Rey
Allison Argent
Erica Reyes
Scott McCall
Thomas

Do enjoy your stay.