Motel California

Alex had been pretty quiet since his adventures in the tunnels. SPending his days out dancing across the fence, or sleeping in late. He had seemed to give up on his search for answers to who he was and what happened to his family.

He was making his way across the large courtyard with of all things a trashcan lid. As he treked across making his way to one of the hills he was humming to himself again through a cigarette. His usual cloud of smoke. He planned to sled even if it meant improvising. With nothing better to do in his mind than be a big kid.

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.

Rayan had wanted to take the stairs up to her room, but wouldn't you know it for some reason the doors to the stairwell wasn't opening, which had forced her to look at the elevator a moment.  Being trapped alone in a creepy cage in an equally creepy hotel?  Not her idea of a good time even if it was for a few minutes at most. 

The lights behind her in the lobby flickered going off for a moment.  "Yeah, I think I've seen this in a movie.  I'm not going to get cut in half!"  She growled at the hotel it's self.  "Even if there are zombies!"

She felt a hand wrap around her ankle and tug, not enough to make her fall, but... She did scream, loudly, kicking her foot, which had nothing flying, though she did hear something hit the wall in front of her. 

[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!...

It could have been worse. Rey didn't like thinking that--it seemed like an open invitation, it felt like she was all but begging for things to get worse--but it really could have been much worse. Being stuck somewhere was nothing new to Rey, though in the past it had been mostly her own choice to stay in one place, waiting for something to happen that never would. She didn't like being trapped, of course, did anyone like being trapped?

Still, it could've been worse. She had a place to sleep (which usually meant the floor of her room; the bed was so just too soft, but it was a warm room and a sturdy roof over her head) and best of all, she was fed. Every day. Several times a day. And it was given to her without her having to spend hours risking life and limb for scraps of twisted metal to trade for it, and usually it was more than a few mouthfuls.

Yes, the restaurant was Rey's favorite place, without question, but often it presented a dilemma: she didn't know what a lot of things on the menu even were. Often, her method of choosing something to eat was to close her eyes and jab at an option with her finger. So far it yielded some interesting results. One day she was given a platter full of what had once been the spiny legs of a crab (whatever that was). It had taken her hours of fighting the carapaces open to crack through the shells and strip out the meat inside of them; by the time she was done she felt like she'd waged a very small war. Then, there was the bowl of some pearly white grains and vegetables in a wonderfully fragrant sauce--that hadn't been particularly strange as far as the food itself, but instead of a fork or spoon she was given two sticks and her requests for any sort of cutlery had been ignored (to be fair, that hadn't presented nearly as much of a problem as the crab's legs, since she'd just tipped the bowl up and used the sticks to shovel the grains into her mouth, and while that had earned her some odd looks from fellow diners at least that day Rey had left the restaurant happily full and without nicks and scratches on her fingertips and knuckles).

Today's experiment was burnt cream, and it was without question her most favorite yet. After her first bite she'd had to work hard to pace herself and not stab through the hard bit on the top to just scoop it all out in big spoonfuls. It might have been the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted, so she took her time with it, small bite after small bite.

[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.

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.