Re: A Mote in the Eye...
Onyx was tired from the travel, but still made it a point to familiarize himself with the base layout, the exit routes, and the places where metal might be manipulated for his advantage if trouble started.
Once he felt secure in that knowledge, he promptly went to his room, bent and fused the metal hinges of the door and door locks- so as not to be disturbed other than by knocking- and slept the sleep of the dead.
OOC: if you, GM, are fast forwarding the action past the point of sleep, feel free to assume Onyx gets up and in-fuzes everything to meet with everyone else at the appropriate time.