Motel California

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.

[After talking to Dahlia...and continuing to avoid Scott...Allison sits on what she knows for a few days.

When she feels like she's let her dose of revenge get nice and cold, she makes her way to Stiles' room, silently thanking Dahlia yet again for giving her the number--and, possibly, for talking Allison out of killing him.

She's not sure where it came from...but for a little bit there, the idea was seriously on the table.

She knocks at his door lightly, politely, and waits without saying a word.

When the door does open, she greets Stiles with a bright, friendly smile.

And seizes the moment to reach out quickly, with every intention of grabbing the front of his shirt so she can haul him in, nail him with a left cross, and if she's very lucky, break his nose with the surprise blow.]

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.

[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!...

[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.]

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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.

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.