Motel California

Open; Nighttime

[ Alex was still making it a point to smoke outside. Even if there were no 'no smoking' signs around he was used to it being illegal so he didn't even try. Besides, Thomas didn't need the second hand smoke. It was on one of those late night nicotine sessions that he noticed something out in the snow. He flicked the ashes pushed his way up. Blood foot prints heading his way slowly without the snow packing down. his jaw dropped as he held the cigarette between his fingers.]

Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me. Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me. Let the Midnight Special shine a light on me [ He started to sing low as he closed his eyes the cigarette snapping between his fingers.] Let the Midnight Special shine a ever loving light on me.

[ After he sang the words he opened his eyes the bloody prints gone and the cigarette out on the snow below him as he just held the snapped filter. He stood up still staring out at the vast snow. Remembering Scott's message about monsters in the hedge. So he backed up towards the door. ] Fuck this shit!

[ He spoke as he tried to open the door finding it stuck he yanked two more times before it finally opened.] Just cold, cold doors stick all the time.

Closed to Thomas.
[ Alex made his way into the room, not caring that it was nearly 1 am. He flipped the lights on and made a b-line for the closet. His coat thrown off on the bed. Throwing open the door loud he stepped inside and yanked down the card board box he had not showed the first day, throwing it open he dumped it on the bed. The beautiful white handled pistol falling on the bed with the clip and bullets as Alex started to load the bullets. His eyes were wide and he was pale as could be even for him.

He had left around 9:30 saying he was going down to the bar. Now he looks like he's seen death itself. He hadn't loaded the clip in when he heard a scratching on the other side of the wall beside him. Wide eyed he looked at the wall. ]

Network; locked to Banshee sisters
You two okay? Something funky's going on with the wiring or something. Maybe rats who fucking knows with old buildings like this. Still, I wanted to make sure your both okay.

[He looks exhausted because he barely got any sleep last night for the noises he kept hearing. Some of them were definitely not even from his floor and he kind of hated that he couldn't be selective with his heightened hearing. He runs a hand down half his face.]

Did anyone else notice anything weird last night?

[Private Video » Hotel Staff]
Is there some kind of maintenance going on? I kept hearing weird banging noises last night and that sulfur smell in the restaurant is pretty overwhelming. [His voice is completely calm and neutral. He doesn't sound angry or upset at all, just a curious hotel occupant wanting some answers.]

[He's avoided doing this because...he didn't know how to do it, honestly. And he didn't want to. He didn't want to shatter some kid's world like this. But Stiles....the real Stiles had showed up nearly two weeks ago and-- okay, Scott's been avoiding him like the plague, honestly, but....he can't avoid this anymore.]

Hey... when you have a minute, I need to talk to you.

[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.