[img]http://i.imgur.com/t9SKBzc.png[/img] [b][u]Los Paraisos: Beach[/b][/u] "Gods damn it, Moira!" Dust kicked up as the berserker yanked Amy from her seat. The shock was enough for the latter to drop her finished glass, which safely landed in a blanket of sand behind them. The minute she stepped into the ring - accompanied with more howls and whistles from the obnoxious [i]pigs[/i] on the other side of the net - Amy knew it was far too late to back down. Ugh. She could only hope they knew what they were getting themselves into by dragging the cleric into a game with strangers like this. Sand drifted along the breezy air as both teams began to warm up. Amy however took this time to casually step out of her dress; she would not have minded keeping it on if it weren't for the risk of sand destroying it. She then chucked her dress back by the seat she had been sitting on earlier, keeping it out of harm's way. Hopefully. As the game began, Amy remained in her comfortable corner, arms crossed as she spectated the show with dull eyes. She cracked a wry smile as Moira pummeled the ball into one of the doofus' heads. Without a break in flow the ball soared back over to the guilders before being flawlessly pumped back by Selan. The pigs bickered over who got to bump the ball next - and once again the ball charged back their way. Amy's slight grin wore away into her usual scowl as the ball dove in straight towards her. Aria and Lucien, as well as the other three guilders turned as it whirred over their heads towards the back corner. Yet Amy remained unmoved, her narrowed eyes and crossed arms not budging an inch. Just as the ball dropped down on her... she merely stepped aside, eying the ball with disgust as it buried itself in the sand. Just barely within the boundary lines. She looked back to the other guilders looking her way, her expression unchanging. "What the fuck did you guys expect?" But then - oh great. Here come the guilt-tripping party-pooper looks. While initially she cared not at all about the outcome of this stupid game on this stupid beach... she thought it over. Bar-hopping would not be fun later if everyone else frowned upon and ragged at her poor sportsmanship. If she had been pinned to this situation in the past, she still wouldn't care either way; something about hanging out with this group... The longer she stood around leaving the ball untouched, the more tense she could feel her body becoming with everyone totally judging her. Totally. Stop - please - don't - "Ugh. Whatever." Amy knelt down and plucked the ball out from its sandy nest. "This is still theirs, right?" With someone's confirmation, she mimicked the hand movements the opposite side's server made when he started the game - bouncing the ball just a tad higher than her with one hand, then smacking the ball overhead with the palm of her other. It wasn't meant to be a strong serve, just enough to lob the ball back over the net so the opposing team could serve again. Her shot, however, crashed right into the net and rebounded back into the team's side, landing by Moira's feet. Amy's face glowed a brilliant red. So so red. She brought a hand to cover half her face as she turned away, preferring to face the seawater than any looks of ridicule or disappointment that would come her way from the slip up. "Gods. Strike me where I stand. Please." --- [img]http://i.imgur.com/dO6vRyy.png[/img] [b][u]Los Paraisos: Water Park[/b][/u] Completely ignoring Don's shrills, Trixie watched with sparkling eyes as Estelle valiantly escaped the slide's perils and re-emerged from her pool with all due enthusiasm and valor. She was victorious as always. Though the prankster quickly popped her hands over her smile, suppressing a gasp, as Dylan emerged like a giant ball and created a splash large enough to re-submerge Estelle again. Oh man, what if [i]he's[/i] the one behind all this? Man oh man he really [i]is[/i] Doctor Evil... No wait, no he's innocent. True evil villains don't wave like that to their enemies. After reporting to her his lack of findings, he ever so [i]roodly[/i] called her out on skipping the investigation process herself, pushed her towards an obviously evil slide, then commanded that she be on a ride before his return from the drink shop. He, Superbro, and Lisette all took off for refreshments immediately after the order was given. Hmph! She doesn't even remember becoming his sidekick... wasn't it the other way around before...? Blah whatever. Orders are [i]or-derhz,[/i] and a sidekick must always follow what the main superhero commands of him or her! It's in the book. Stupid book. Trixie never even read it but she knows it's in there somewhere. But - she really, really did not want to go down a slide. That's why she as supreme high upper super sidekick told the lower minions to do it! But the Doctor saw through her plot like it was nothing. Maybe that's why he wasn't the sidekick. "Aw, man!" Trixie said with a snap. Then it came to her. Right then and there, her eyes widened with a sudden realization, a brain blast. She had found a way to abide by the Doctor's request and still not drown in evil stinky pools in the process! But she wasn't going to do it alone, of course not. Standing there idly, watching the trio take off, stood a sweet girl in a sweet dress... Xandra. Trixie rubbed her palms together before stepping into the metallurgist's vision. "Hey. Hey I forget your name, but do you and - hey, Supersis! You too! [i]Hey!![/i]" she waved emphatically at her redhaired idol before looking back to Xandra. The girl spoke loudly enough for both of them to hear. "Do you guys wanna... do you wanna..." Having both of their attention now, Trixie smiled, wide, widely enough to form deep lines. With her chin pushed back and digging a bit into her throat, she spoke through her incredibly big toothy smile. This was not a question. [img=http://i.imgur.com/XzTpzDj.gif] [i]"Do you guys wanna get floatie doughnuts with me"[/i]