sit yourself down, and meet the best inn keeper in town ( O P E N )

[checkingin]

Who: Everyone!
Where: The initial arrival rooms, the main lobby, all over the place.
When: February 3rd
What: Welcome, newbies.

ARRIVAL.

you wake up when you hit the floor in a dark room, and the air is knocked out of your lungs. the carpet is threadbare, worn with use, kind of dusty. and you're not the first person to endure this crash landing. nor will you be the last.

once your vision rights itself, you can see the well-lit hallway through the doorjam straight ahead of you. not to say there’s monsters in the shadows, but something propels you towards that door and out into the bright hallway beyond.

and once outside your room, you can hear it: the steady thrum of rain outside.

MAIN LOBBY.

there's a staircase at the end of the lengthy hallway you tumble out of. grab your suitcase and follow the dull green exit signs on the ceiling until you reach the disappointingly bland stairs that lead you down to the ornate old fashion hotel lobby.

to your left is a warmly crackling fireplace, to your right is a lobby desk. straight ahead are three large sets of doors, though only one of them is open to the public. and outside the few (curtained, permanently dark) windows is the continually steady hiss of rain.

welcome to the hotel.

FRONT DESK.

though there is a bell and a plaque designating the desk to be the main desk, the customer service desk, there are currently no staff members behind it. none shall answer your calls, either.

terribly sorry for the inconvenience.

SCREENING ROOM.

on a tall pull-down screen, a silent version of nosferatu will be playing on loop. at the back of the room, between the neat rows of fold out chairs, mounted on a wobbly table is the old timey projector, and mounted on the walls are some rather old speakers that warble out "terrifying" old timey music.

along the curtained windows is another long table, with a large bowl that looked like it once would have held popcorn. but is now unfortunately empty. same for the large hot drink dispensers labeled "hot chocolate" and "coffee".

OTHER.

the ballroom and breakfast hall are currently closed, grand doors locked.

there is no main door leading to the outside, good luck trying to find one.

the door to the courtyard is locked.

ROOMS.

you've a room key with your assigned room number on it. all the new guest residences will be located on floors one & two. while there is an open elevator in the main lobby, and the buttons light up inside, the doors will not close. all in all, you'd be better off taking the stairs.

while they're the same stairs you undoubtedly came down to get to the lobby, the door to the endless hall everyone woke up in will not reappear between the main floor and the subsequent residential halls.

there are twenty rooms per floor. feel free to get to know your surroundings; or your neighbors as they trickle in around you.

Comments

[driven]

[ she does almost leave.

most of that is due to her jumpiness, her unease. she doesn't like anything about this place, and even if derek had told her that scott was here, she wasn't sure. why would scott be in his room? why were any of them here? she trusted derek enough to believe him when he said this was scott's room, but what if it wasn't? what would she do then?

allison bounces up on the balls of her feet for a moment, turning back and frowning to the door. if scott was there then why wasn't he answering? she knocks again, a bit harder. ] Scott? Hello?

[ she takes a step back, breathes, thinks one more minutes. sixty seconds, and then- but at the thought is caught off when she hears the doorknob turn. it opens, and scott is standing in front of her, and while she should be noticing more the look in his eyes, relief floods through her instead. ]

Oh thank god. [ comes out in a breath as she steps by him into his room - uninvited - just needing to get out of the hallway. his room is just about the same as her's, but there's a different feel to it, if only because it's scott's. she walks in and looks around, like she's checking the room, until she turns on her heels to face him again.

her expression is still a bit serious, but she feels like it's the first time she's been able to take a breath since she got here. just knowing she's not alone (because derek doesn't really count, does he?) makes her feel better. ] Derek told me you were here- my room is three doors down. [ and then she notices the tension to his shoulders, how wide his eyes are, and she stops. ]

Scott?

[loyals]

[ There's an attempt at a smile, a twitch at the corners of his mouth that doesn't really reach his eyes. This is - impossible, but so are a lot of other things. The kidnapping itself, the mask, the fact they've been brought to a hotel with no staff and no doors, the lapse in his lycanthropy. Peter has come back to life. Kate came back to life. Derek came back to life.

Anything is possible. Allison walking and talking in front of him as if nothing is the matter is entirely within the realm of possibilities.

He needs Stiles. He needs his mom. True alpha or not, this is too much for him. They mourned and buried her, lived with her ghost every day. Scott has tried to turn to his right so that he could tell her something, the same he had tried to turn to his left when Stiles had been missing.

But this time, there was no coming back. There was only blood on his hands and the memory of her warmth and light fading away in his arms, nothing he could do because there wasn't any pain and she was gone so fast.

It happened so fast.

Closing the door as she stops, he brings a hand up to pinch at the ducts of his eyes, taking a deep breath. ]

What's the last thing you remember?

[driven]

[ it's off.

and allison doesn't think that much of herself to say she knows scott completely. there might have been a time, some months ago, that she would have - but not now. not since everything. they've grown apart and the fact in and of itself is enough to eat at her chest. but she does know him well enough to see the pain in his face, the forced smile. he's hiding something, or hasn't told her something, and she can see it written in his features as plain as day.

whatever it was she had thought was so important a moment before is gone. the whole issue with why are they here and how did they get here and where is lydia falling away like rain off her shoulders. scott looks older, too much older, and allison doesn't like the look on him. doesn't like the weight on his shoulders, the way it draws them down.

the panic and fight and urgency she'd been harboring when she stepped in is gone, now, replaced instead with a different kind of panic. cold and hard and deep-rooted somewhere in allison's chest that tells her something is wrong. scott is massaging the bridge of his nose and allison frowns. ]

The last...? [ her brows are still drawn together, but she lets out a breath instead of finishing the question. ] We were going to find Lydia and the Nogitsune. You, me, Isaac and Kira. We were standing out in front of the gate and then when we walked in I must have blacked out. I woke up here.

[ she waits, her breath caught in her chest, like the moment before you someone tells you they didn't make it. she stands strong, because she has to, because that's what argents do, and waits for scott. ]

Why?