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The Trapped Meme

You are now trapped somewhere and there's no immediate escape occurring. What now? I'd add more loving flavor text, but I figure we've all been there. We've all sat around wishing that we could just...leave, but we couldn't for some reason or another. So let's just cut to the chase.

Comment with your character!

Reply to other characters. You are now stuck somewhere. Where are you stuck? I don't know! Maybe it's some intangibl- I guess I'll just list out some possibilities.

1. In an elevator!

2. In an airport because your plane got delayed for three hours!

3. In traffic!

4. In a boat or some similar vehicle - a plane, an airship, a living island, a spaceship - in which getting out means that you'll probably die.

5. In some obligation like a boring party, a class, or a meeting, and your only hope for some scant entertainment is some clandestine texting or someone being cooler than they first appear.

6. Or something else.

And have fun.

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[Well. Fuck. Either he'd figured her out before heading into the hotel, or he still has no idea, and she's leaning towards the latter considering the look on his face, but either way she's screwed. Because chances are she doesn't even have the money for half the room, and now she's been backed into a corner, so she'll probably have to admit it.

She grabs the bag she'd been shoving things into hastily, trying not to move too much so she can keep the blanket out of view.]

I- uh. [Oh god, she's panicking. She can feel her heart about to burst out of her chest.]

[Stiles is taking her sweet time and her heart is racing like she's just run a goddamn marathon.]

Stilinski. What the hell is your problem? Let's go. I'm tired.

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[And that's pressing just enough, and she shoves the bag a little rougher than intended into the back of the Jeep. She can't quite meet his eyes when she finally blurts out--]

I don't have enough, okay. To split a room, or for my own.

[Maybe it's because Derek does have enough that he doesn't actually see the problem here. It shows on his face and the shrug that goes from his shoulders all the way down to his hands.]

So pay me back when you do, Stiles, Jesus. It's not a big deal. Let's go.

[She grabs the blanket from where it's falling just under the drivers seat, shoving it into the back as quickly as she's can, hoping he isn't paying that much attention. It- feels more important to her than it probably should. Not having the money for a Super 8. Her cheeks are flushed red from a low grade embarrassment.]

I- fine. Okay.

[He waits probably a little more impatiently than he ought to for Stiles to finish whatever she's doing and he catches a flash of fabric, knitting his brow.]

...Stiles?

[He takes a few steps closer, raising his eyebrows.]

What are you doing?

Nothing.

[She turns around a little quicker than she intends, knocking into him with an 'oof' sound, before trying to push him back -- her hands splayed against his chest. The blush is spreading to the tips of her ears now, and she should have just left the damn blanket where it was.]

Let's go...

[She's not fooling him, because the lie is accompanied with the tell in her heartbeat. Derek lifts an eyebrow and looks over her shoulder into the car, fingers curling around her wrists when she puts her hands on his chest to try to push him back. He remains unmoving.]

You weren't going to sleep in the Jeep. Please tell me you don't think I'm a big enough shitbag to let you do that.

[His eyes return to her face, then.]

[She can't look at him, as soon as he connects the dots together, the embarrassment washing over her in thick waves.]

That's not- I wasn't going to say anything.

[Rolling his eyes a little, Derek lets go of her wrists and puts an arm around her to drag her forward with him before he drops it away when he figures she's got the hint.]

Number six. Go on.

[There's only one thing for it now, and that's to head to the room with Derek. The last one in this place, apparently, because it'd appear more than one person had had the same idea as they had -- they'd just given in long before them.

She walks in silence, stopping outside the door as soon as they reach it, keeping herself to one side so he can open it.]

[Derek comes up behind Stiles and he's praying to himself that the damn room has two doubles when he pushes the key into the slot, turning the knob and pushing the door open.

...and of course it doesn't. Because that's Derek's life today.

Heaving a sigh, he notes the less-than-comfortable looking chair off to the side and figures he'll just sleep in that. She can have the bed; she needs the sleep more than he does since she's the one who'll be driving in the morning.

The room smells like a gym locker to him as he ushers her forward with a hand on the small of her back before starting forward himself.]

Super...

[She can't say that she's all that surprised either, when Derek pushes the door open to reveal just the one bed. Not that she has any reservations with sharing a bed-- she's shared one countless times with Scott before, and it's not like she's old fashioned about that sort of thing. But apparently Derek does, because she notices him eying up the uncomfortable chair off to one side, and she swats him.]

If you think you're not taking the bed, after you've paid for the room...

[Her voice is firm, insistent.]

Let me run back to the Jeep and grab that blanket. I can sleep on the floor.

[Derek shuts the door behind them and blocks the path, looking back at Stiles with half-lidded eyes, dragged down with annoyance. Unless she plans on letting him drive the Jeep — which he neither wants to nor thinks she'll be interested in offering — she's taking the bed.]

Or, you can take the bed, be well-rested, and then we can get back to Beacon Hills in one piece tomorrow.

[He drops onto the chair and looks over at her.]

Go to bed. I wanna get out of here early, so we're not on the road all day.

[She stubbornly doesn't move an inch, crossing her arms over her chest, and staring him down. She absolutely won't have him paying for a room that he isn't going to sleep in the bed of. He's being ridiculously precious over nothing, and there is no reason that they both can't take the bed. There's enough space for them both.]

Or, we can both take the bed.

[The idea of sharing a bed with Stiles crossed Derek's mind for about a quarter of a second when he'd first seen the singular bed in the room. But that's all he gave it time to fester before shaking it off because, well, he didn't want to, mostly, but also because it's inappropriate and he knows it. She's a girl, and a teenage one at that; he shouldn't be sharing a bed with her. He wouldn't want Scott sharing a bed with Cora, for example, so he shakes his head.]

...no, we can't. Just go to bed, Stiles, come on. I'm tired and I don't feel like arguing.

[She still doesn't move, hating the thought of him in that cramped little chair. She doesn't care that anyone else would think it inappropriate -- they may not be the best of friends, but she trusts Derek enough to know that he would've do anything... She looks pointedly at the bed, and back at him.]

This isn't an argument. You either take the bed, or share with me. Those are the options.

Stiles, there are so many reasons why we shouldn't share that bed, and I think you know that. Unless you want me to drive tomorrow, you're the one that needs the rest. I'm not budging, you need to take the bed.

[He's not trying to be stubborn, by any stretch; he just kind of...is stubborn, and the way he sees it, he's the one who's right, here. He's being stubborn for a good reason, he thinks; she's being stubborn because she's Stiles and she can be.]

Oh, come on. You've got to be fucking kidding me? It's not like you're going to do anything.

[She moves over to the bed then, grabbing one of the pillows and the top sheet. Because if he's going to be ridiculous about this, when he's already paid for the room, she's going to force his hand. She drops them both to the floor, before kicking her shoes off, and settling down.]

It's the principal of the matter, because no. No, I'm not.

[Derek gets off the chair when she's moved herself to the floor and rolls his eyes. If she's going to be a shit, then he can be, too.

Crouching down in front of her, he lifts his eyebrows.]

I hope you don't think it's going to be that easy.

[And at that, he scoops her up and deposits her back on the bed before bending to retrieve the sheet and the pillow, throwing a hasty stay there, over his shoulder as he does.]

Such a gentlema-

[He cuts her off when he crosses the room to where she's settled on the floor and scoops her up. She braces her hand against his chest, and is about to say something strongly worded about it, when he deposits her down on the bed.

She sits up quickly, narrowing her eyes at him.]

Look. It's not like it means anything. It's just a bed, Derek.

It's not big enough for two people.

[...that's a lie. It's definitely big enough for two people, if those two people don't mind being fairly close in the night. Derek minds it, though. He minds it a lot, because she's Stiles and that's weird. Derek doesn't do bed-sharing when he's not getting laid; he just doesn't. That would cross into some unknown territory for him and he's not sure he feels comfortable doing that. It's not like they're friends, for Christ's sake. He isn't Scott.]

It's plenty big enough for two people. I don't take up that much space.

[Stiles clearly doesn't have the same apprehension about sharing a bed, isn't thinking about it in any way other than somewhere for them to get some sleep. Derek is kicking up far too much of a fuss for something that amounts to some sheets and a couple of pillows. She's not budging on this, not even an inch. She's already feeling guilty enough that he's having to pay her share of a room she can't afford, that he won't take the bed is making her feel worse.]

[Derek heaves the actual heaviest sigh and scrubs his face with one hand. He's tired, she's tired, they're both irritable, and this is never going to end, Derek can already tell.]

Fine. Move over, then.

[He tosses the pillow and the sheet from the floor back onto the bed and crosses the room to shut off the main light, leaving them in the dimmer light of the lamp attached to the headboard off to the left.]

[She relaxes a little when Derek finally gives in, before moving the sheet and pillow back to the bed and shutting the light off. She shifts over to make space for him, flopping back against the pillow still on the bed.]

Wait. Do you have a side?

[She turns on her side, looking at him.]