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[b]Los Paraísos[/b]

Dylan found himself totally lost in the glamour of it all as they made their way from the bus to the Flying Albatross. There was a screen of moving videos, the smells of wondrous foods, and some of the most gorgeous people he had ever seen - an a completely artificial and affected way. Most of them were carefully constructed - with delicate make-up and careful clothing choices - and though they would never reach the same transcendental beauty that came from authenticity he had to admire the sheer craftsmanship. 

[i]“Oh my gods it’s Thunderjerk!!!”[/i]

[b]Los Paraísos: The Flying Albatross[/b]

“Huh? We’re here already?” Dylan had been so lost in his musings that he hadn’t really noticed that they entered the restaurant. “What’s a Thunderjerk?” He assumed it was the man that Estelle was pointing at, but still, that was a rather strange reaction. Standing next to the “Thunderjerk” was a pair of ladies dressed in very different outfits. One was dressed to the nines in a shimmering red dress, the color of which Dylan found fascinating, and the other was in a simple white summer dress. He smiled at the sight, enjoying the contrast. 

Stepping forward he bowed to both of them in turn. “Hello. My name is Dylan, and guessing from our esteemed leader’s reaction, you two must be part of the group we are to meet.”