( Lydia is just minding her own business, the Argent bestiary in her lap, when a new flock of confused, lost, angry people start to flood into the hotel. She looks up occasionally, searching the crowd for familiar faces, especially since it's the dead of night. Weird. But... Anything is possible here, so it would seem. Allison's alive, somehow. The Nogitsune is free, somehow. One of these things is not like the other, but they are similar in that they're both completely reality-breaking. She's half expecting someone else she thinks is dead to show up, like her grandmother or something. She wouldn't complain about that, actually. There are a lot of things she still wants to know.
As for the new hostages... She'll answer questions, should she be approached, but mostly she keeps to herself and continues reading all there is to read. She's meant to be helping Deputy Parrish figure out what he is. She might as well do some research while she hasn't got anything but time. She tries not to waste too much of it away from her best friend, because every moment is precious... But, Allison's busy. Sleeping, probably. It's late. So she's not feeling too guilty about it.
Most of the new arrivals come and go without incident. But the relative peace and quiet pseudo-casual atmosphere of the lobby are interrupted rather violently by someone who looks to be about her age. She pauses her reading, tucking the cord of a necklace between pages to save her place, and watches. He seems angrier than most. Much, much angrier. She's seen rage like that before. Irrational, rash... Could he be a werewolf? Newly bitten, maybe...
Lydia rises to her feet as she watches him. She needs to approach with caution, because he's going completely fucking berserk. He's clearly got enough strength to be dangerous. But he can't continue to be allowed to rampage through the lobby, and it seems like there's not really anything anyone else is doing that makes him stop. She gathers her courage and takes a deep breath, then starts toward him. When she calls out, her voice is forceful enough to get someone's attention but gentle enough not to seem threatening. Or, at least, she hopes. If he listens closely enough he may be able to tell that her heart rate is increased. You scary, Stefan. )
Um -- Exc--you should probably -- ( she thinks better of just saying 'excuse me', or something else complacent and indifferent sounding. he's on a rampage. lame?? ) You're wasting your time. They're not going to break, no matter what you do.
lobby.
As for the new hostages... She'll answer questions, should she be approached, but mostly she keeps to herself and continues reading all there is to read. She's meant to be helping Deputy Parrish figure out what he is. She might as well do some research while she hasn't got anything but time. She tries not to waste too much of it away from her best friend, because every moment is precious... But, Allison's busy. Sleeping, probably. It's late. So she's not feeling too guilty about it.
Most of the new arrivals come and go without incident. But the relative peace and quiet pseudo-casual atmosphere of the lobby are interrupted rather violently by someone who looks to be about her age. She pauses her reading, tucking the cord of a necklace between pages to save her place, and watches. He seems angrier than most. Much, much angrier. She's seen rage like that before. Irrational, rash... Could he be a werewolf? Newly bitten, maybe...
Lydia rises to her feet as she watches him. She needs to approach with caution, because he's going completely fucking berserk. He's clearly got enough strength to be dangerous. But he can't continue to be allowed to rampage through the lobby, and it seems like there's not really anything anyone else is doing that makes him stop. She gathers her courage and takes a deep breath, then starts toward him. When she calls out, her voice is forceful enough to get someone's attention but gentle enough not to seem threatening. Or, at least, she hopes. If he listens closely enough he may be able to tell that her heart rate is increased. You scary, Stefan. )
Um -- Exc--you should probably -- ( she thinks better of just saying 'excuse me', or something else complacent and indifferent sounding. he's on a rampage. lame?? ) You're wasting your time. They're not going to break, no matter what you do.