[ After the last time Scott wound up in a creepy motel, he's not exactly keen on sticking around the arrival hallway. So, he's abandoned his luggage for the meantime, heading downstairs to the main lobby to maybe see if he can't find his friends. If he can't find familiar faces. Maybe even some answers.
Considering the fact that there doesn't seem to be any hotel staff around, nevermind that there's no front door, he's not sure how many answers he's going to and up finding.
Still, he goes looking. He tries to track a scent - literally any one - but his senses seem duller. Everything does. Not gone, like during the eclipse, and not like he was before the bite, but still... dampened. It adds to the frustration, but doesn't get him to stop searching. Maybe there are others just as lost as him, even people who might need help.
Trying the bell at the front desk just for the sake of trying, he waits there. And waits. And then abandons it, in the end, to search the rest of the floor. ]
Stiles? Kira? Lydia? [ Scott calls out for his pack, as he goes walking around, testing the locked doors and pulling at curtains, basically cautiously poking around. ] Liam? Derek? Malia?
Anybody? [ This place puts him on edge, makes him nervous as hell. ] Is there anyone that needs help? Or maybe knows where we are?
FIRST FLOOR (ROOMS 101 - 120)
[ Eventually, Scott makes his way back up to the first floor of rooms - after trying the elevator, yielding no results - and gets his luggage. The key in his hand is ominous, but he thinks maybe there might be an answer in here, somewhere. Either in room 116 or in his suitcase.
If someone catches his attention or stops him in the hallway on the way to his assigned room, he'll be more than happy to oblige. Especially if the person in question needs help, even if he doesn't have any information to give right at this moment.
When he gets to room 116, he doesn't shut the door. Just in case something happens in the hallway, or even further into the hotel. In case one of his pack shows up. The open invitation doesn't stop him from opening a suitcase - and he pretends the numbers to unlock it aren't the anniversary of Allison's death, another offense of the hotel's - so that he can go through it.
Clothes, some of his old summer reading, candy. Something for treating red eyes - funny - and something that looks like an iPad.
He sets everything on the bed and goes to open the other suitcase.
And, with a wordless shout of alarm, of panic, he slams it shut again on the remnants of a mask. ]
( NOTE that I'm going to be kind of slow with my boys for a little bit due to being in post-op recovery right now. My pain meds have me out cold for a couple hours every three to four hours, but I'll be around for tags when I'm awake! Just slow on my tablet. )
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[ After the last time Scott wound up in a creepy motel, he's not exactly keen on sticking around the arrival hallway. So, he's abandoned his luggage for the meantime, heading downstairs to the main lobby to maybe see if he can't find his friends. If he can't find familiar faces. Maybe even some answers.
Considering the fact that there doesn't seem to be any hotel staff around, nevermind that there's no front door, he's not sure how many answers he's going to and up finding.
Still, he goes looking. He tries to track a scent - literally any one - but his senses seem duller. Everything does. Not gone, like during the eclipse, and not like he was before the bite, but still... dampened. It adds to the frustration, but doesn't get him to stop searching. Maybe there are others just as lost as him, even people who might need help.
Trying the bell at the front desk just for the sake of trying, he waits there. And waits. And then abandons it, in the end, to search the rest of the floor. ]
Stiles? Kira? Lydia? [ Scott calls out for his pack, as he goes walking around, testing the locked doors and pulling at curtains, basically cautiously poking around. ] Liam? Derek? Malia?
Anybody? [ This place puts him on edge, makes him nervous as hell. ] Is there anyone that needs help? Or maybe knows where we are?
FIRST FLOOR (ROOMS 101 - 120)
[ Eventually, Scott makes his way back up to the first floor of rooms - after trying the elevator, yielding no results - and gets his luggage. The key in his hand is ominous, but he thinks maybe there might be an answer in here, somewhere. Either in room 116 or in his suitcase.
If someone catches his attention or stops him in the hallway on the way to his assigned room, he'll be more than happy to oblige. Especially if the person in question needs help, even if he doesn't have any information to give right at this moment.
When he gets to room 116, he doesn't shut the door. Just in case something happens in the hallway, or even further into the hotel. In case one of his pack shows up. The open invitation doesn't stop him from opening a suitcase - and he pretends the numbers to unlock it aren't the anniversary of Allison's death, another offense of the hotel's - so that he can go through it.
Clothes, some of his old summer reading, candy. Something for treating red eyes - funny - and something that looks like an iPad.
He sets everything on the bed and goes to open the other suitcase.
And, with a wordless shout of alarm, of panic, he slams it shut again on the remnants of a mask. ]
( NOTE that I'm going to be kind of slow with my boys for a little bit due to being in post-op recovery right now. My pain meds have me out cold for a couple hours every three to four hours, but I'll be around for tags when I'm awake! Just slow on my tablet. )