Just Looking For A Room

Who: Arafel, Pandect (and anyone else who might be at the Lamplighter and want to wander through)
Where: The Lamplighter Motel
When: Early afternoon

The sky was turning grey again as Arafel pulled into the lot. It was still early, and for whatever reason this seemed like a good place to stop for a while (maybe because I don't intend to drive straight into the lake, he thought acidly: he'd been driving east). He might as well get himself a room now so he could crash for a few hours before whatever the meal customarily called dinner ended up being for him.

He got out of the car, glancing around as he did so. An inherent hyper-vigilance had become second nature to him in the last year. Nothing really seemed out of the ordinary, aside from a sort of simultaneous calm and eerie feeling about this place...something that made him want to figure it out.

He shrugged off the weirdness. The Lamplighter itself was unassuming, like so many other motels he'd seen before. Pretentions of being cute but really a little rundown; still, he just needs a place to stay. Besides, you have to respect anyone who puts in the hours to fix a place up.

Keeping his head down, he walks in, glancing at the front counter obliquely. No one's sitting there at first glance - maybe in the back, or answering a telephone? He leans lightly against one of the chairs for a moment, stretching out from hours in the car and taking in the surroundings.