Motel California

Everyone has had the chance to notice the strange man sitting in the booth near the back of the restaurant by now. He's never loud or disruptive, only ever has his coffee, a meal if you catch him at the right time, and his newspaper. He keeps to himself, but despite the way he seems to go out of his way not to be noticed, there's something just so very noticeable about him. He draws people's attention, even if they only cast him a glance or two during their meal. Those that can feel things beyond the normal realm might be more easily drawn to him because they can feel he's not...exactly human, although exactly what he is, isn't clear, no matter how strong their abilities to sense these things may be. He's something, but he's ever a mystery.

Today is no different. He's in his booth, same as always. He's always there, even if you're sure you'll be the first there because you purposely waited outside the doors to catch him walking in. He's just...there. If you come early, you might catch him eating breakfast, mostly he'll just be there reading his newspaper like always. If one is so inclined to approach him, he won't mind.

Since her break down with Scott, Lydia has been managing to pull herself together a little more. She's around a lot less these days still, choosing to pick up books from the library and lock herself in her room with them so she isn't around people. So she's not risking running into him. But she's doing slightly better.

It doesn't mean she's doing well, however. Every now and then, her chest gets so completely tight, she feels like her heart is being squeezed and she needs to allow herself to just feel for a while. Other times, she's mostly numb. Not completely shut down, but just enough that she manages not to feel anything.

Still, there are three people that she makes an effort to check in with: Scott is the one she talks to the most often. Followed by her sister and... Allison. Who she hasn't heard from in a few days.

Lydia checks her messages on the communicator, sighing softly as she sends a simple Allison? as a follow up then makes her way into the restaurant. She eyes the man in the corner booth for a moment, ignoring the pull to go talk to him that she feels. It seems to be getting stronger every day. And makes her way to the buffet so she can pick up something to it.

She plans on taking the food up to her room, but she does take a second to look around the restaurant as she walks, both to make sure there are no familiar faces around. And to check if she finds her elusive best friend.

Its been a few weeks since he had talked to Lydia and they'd both had their own respective meltdowns at each other. Hers was worse. Hers hurt so much more, made him so much angrier at Stiles. He avoided him as much as possible and had refrained from talking to him at all when he'd see him.

But eventually, it all started eating at him, from the inside out. Stiles was deciding what they wanted, what was best for them without even talking to them. He was trading Allison's life for his own, in a terrible attempt to fix what he felt was his fault. That's enough to hurt. But what made him so angry about it was how Lydia was taking it. He's seen her like this once before, and he refuses to let it happen again. Not if he can fix it.

He waits in the lobby for him, knowing he'll come downstairs to something eventually. And when he, does, he's going to catch him and tell him exactly how he feels about it all.


[Spam » Allison]
He hasn't done much better about Allison. Between their last encounter and everything Lydia had told him, he was a mess. He literally took to ducking around corners if he saw her. Because he keeps thinking this is her, his Allison, the one from his world, the one he lost, and he has no idea what to do with that. It was hard enough knowing in some other world, they got her back...but to think it was at the price of someone he spent most of his life calling family losing his? He's not sure he can handle that.

So, after confronting Stiles, he heads outside and he's debating a run when he sees her heading right for the door, looking an awful lot like she might have just been on a run herself. There's nothing out front to hide behind and--as he thinks it, he realizes how stupid it is anyway. He shouldn't be hiding from her anyway.

He lifts a hand in a wave, silently hoping he eventually figures out what to say once she's closed the space between them.

Alex hadn't come back to his room since Sunday, he had left in the morning as usual for a day of lounging around the hotel, except, after night fall. Alex wasn't seen. Nor all day Monday. He wouldn't answer calls, of course that was because his communicator was under his pillow in his room. The gun was accounted for to. The only thing missing was him. His zippo he was always flipping open and closed was on the fence he could often be found bouncing across on Sunday but that was the only sign of the dark haired man.

On Tuesday afternoon he just walked through the doors like he had never left, well mostly. His face was covered in blackness like charcoal smeared all over him. His shirt was ripped at the side like it had been snagged on something. He was filthy. He walked past the info desk and went right to his favorite chair in the lobby and dropped down into it. He didn't care at all that he was filthy. He just sat there wide eyed.

I think the ghost is gone. It's quiet and everything feels...lighter.

[Spam » Allison]
After she's made her announcement and discussed it with people, she leaves her room and wanders the halls. She got used to not taking the elevator, so she takes the stairs and wanders down each level until she gets to the second floor.

She doesn't really know why she's here. She's just wandering. Or if there is a bigger purpose, she isn't aware of it yet. She's used to wandering. To following random urges like this. So, she just keeps going.

[Spam » OTA]
She still doesn't feel like being back in her room, so when she's done talking to Allison, she continues wandering around the hotel. She can be found in the lobby, by the ballroom, and outside on the front steps, staring up at the sky.

[Set later the same day after this and this.]

Much emotion, many feels: A Scydia spam.( Read more... )

[OPEN HOTEL SPAM - THURSDAY MORNING/EARLY AFTERNOON]

[Allison needed another tattoo.

It was starting not so differently from the others, only this time when the images and itches to sketch it out came to her, she knew there was something else going on. Now that she knew there were things she'd forgotten, a whole life she had no clue about, these impulses were no longer casual.

Thursday afternoon, it gets worse than its ever been, so she finally grabs the complimentary pad and pen on the desk in her room and spends hours in front of the fireplace, curled up in one of the chairs drawing. Her efforts are punctuated with gentle cursing and several wadded up sheets thrown in or at the fire, resulting in some trash scattered near her seat.

When she's done, she sits back and stares at the stylized arrowhead she's sketched out in painstaking detail: a tactical arrowhead, shaded in grey (silver, it's a silver arrowhead, she knows this somehow), and stamped with an engraving of a fleur de lis.

And she has no idea what it means.]

[ELEVATOR SPAM FOR PACKLESSALPHA (CW: possible NSFW content in comments)]

[After she's grabbed some food in the restaurant, Allison heads into the elevator to go back to her room. She feels weirdly exhausted, and she needs a nap.

She doesn't realize she's not alone until she punches the button, the doors slide shut...and she glances to her left to see an all too familiar face that's still haunting her sleep.]

Jesusfuck!...

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]

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.]

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

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.