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[b][u]Los Paraísos[/b][/u]

Like Lucien, Amy too watched in silence, both on and off the bus, allowing herself to become almost hypnotized with the attractions. With a scrunch of her eyes she soon returned her attention to the pathway before them - one that was unmarked, but trod upon nonetheless. Their designation must have been somewhere in this general location, if the porter really did mention it earlier... since she had failed to pay much attention to him at all. Their sightseeing would come in time, although by this point the woman was unsure what to make of it all. The familiarity of booming colors... but the complete lapse of any recollection or knowledge of the place, other than stories she's heard from others about how good its bars and booze were. How mind-boggling.

Whatever. "Let's just get on with it already." Grab some wine, grab some steak, meet some people, grab some more wine, then the hotel... and some more wine... What exactly were they looking for again? An... Albatross? Was there something about this place that stood out from the others? Any of these ostentatious buildings could be the restaurant. Did it... did it have an albatross on it? Whatever the hell that was?

"Hey. Hey Amy. Hey. What's an altraboss."

Oh great. Trixie. The prankster had crept up behind her, prodding her relentlessly on the back. Amy learned exactly how to ignore this over time though, and merely rolled her eyes in response, her walking pace with the others undisturbed. "You're asking me."

"Is it... is it... is it that thing?"

"What thing."

"That thing over there!"

Oh gods Amy was about to smack a bitch. "There's lots of [i]things[/i] over there, you dumb--"

"No the thing with the giant [i]bird[/i] on it! Is that the... altrossba."

"You're not even trying now!"

Within a walking distance away, if the Pride squinted passed the passersby and all the surrounding attractions, they'd see it - they'd see its monstrous logo erected from its rooftop first and foremost, but at least now their trek had a visible end.

There stood a rather modest building, topped with a blackened statue - [url=http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a320/Conker_the_Chao/albasyll.png]a silhouette of a long-winged bird flying skyward[/url], its wingspan sparking with alternating blues and oranges of the restaurant's name: The Flying Albatross. Aside from its distinguishing emblem, as the bird and its accompanying letters indeed expanded beyond both the height and width of its own restaurant, the building itself lacked the burst of energy many of the other attractions appealed with. Probably because no one would be able to eat if everyone and everything were screaming at them from the inside.

"Is that it?" Trixie cocked her head before jabbing the air with her finger between breaths. "Or is it that one over there, with the evil kitty cat. Or the one with a fiery flamey statuey thingy. Or the one over there with the giant bowl. Cuz bowls are restaurant stuff, right? Or is it the one with the......"