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[b][u]Los Paraisos: Ddaear Café[/b][/u]

"Oh what now?"

Amy just wanted to sit. Just to sit down, out of the sun, away from beefy musclebags, and to enjoy the calm before the inevitable drunken storm from their future barhopping. But no. [i]Noooo.[/i] A parade had to literally march their way into the guilders' lives just to remind them that even they needed a pure break from their mission. A break that was much louder than she would ever have hoped.

Being in a group of social butterflies like the Pride, however, should have destroyed any hope of that from the start. Amy was quickly yanked from her seat by the much more powerful berserker and brought outside into the wild. Her protesting stopped immediately once the trio reached the parade itself, and she too was lost in amazement just as the other two were. As Moira turned with a spark in her eye to the cleric, the latter pressed her arm tightly against the side of her body, holding onto the strapped clutch even tighter. This was definitely not a place to leave behind any valuables.

But now she was conflicted. She [i]really[/i] just wanted to sit down by this point. Yet the time of their lives beckoned them at every turn.

Not that she had much time to think about it regardless, since suddenly her world went dark.

"What the--?"

"Live a little, blondie!" she felt a slap across her shoulder. "Quickly, you must join our dance~" Then with some inhuman laughter, the perpetrator spun and pirouetted off back into a group of similar freaks performing some improv choreography.

After scrunching and reopening her eyes, Amy allowed her vision to settle. Her head heavy and her vision limited, she had definitely been forced into some sort of mask - the head of a giant cartoony dragon, which went damn well with her green dress. Almost toppling over, the cleric turned towards Moira. Luckily her eyes and reddening face were shielded from view. "Moira. Moira what on Ddaear am I wearing. Moira, please help get out of this, I'm about to fall over."

In an instant the perpetrator returned, wearing a giant dragon head-mask as well along with a yellow floral dress that dragged along the pavement. In her hands this time was yet another mask, this time sporting color schemes of both Moira's hair and maxi dress, although meshed together in such a goofy fashion. She extended the mask towards the berserker, her feet and hips in constant movement all the while.

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[b][u]Los Paraisos: Casino[/b][/u]

As the others debated on their plan of action for locating Marcus, with Don already hitting one of the poker tables and Dylan quickly following suit, Trixie had indeed already taken off on her own as well. Finally, someone of her size easily managed to slip into a place she shouldn't even be allowed in! It's all thanks to its crowded city-like structure and the billions of people that could squish her at any second. Man, the longer they were at Los Paraisos, the more at home the prankster began to feel.

Trixie squeezed through the aisles, nudging against folks standing along some of those weird spinny tables or seated along giant gold slot machines. So many loud noises and dings and dongs and horrible music. But that didn't deter her from doing her mission!

Wait what was it again? Oh yeah. Finding Marcus. So she poked and prodded the backside of any visitors with messy silver hair. "Marcus? Is that you? Oh I'm sorry. Hey Marcus! Whoops, that's not you. Hey, hey, Marcus, it's me, Tri--never mind."

It felt a little too weird not to be booted out right away. She'd never been in a 'casino' before; Amy always talked about them but said there were never any around wherever they went together - and that she'd be kicked out of them anyway. Being in one now she couldn't understand at all why she'd be kicked out - it was loud and colorful just like her! And the palace was crowded enough that she could easily slip away from anyone who dared to intrude on her fun as well... hue hue hue.

"Merrr. Whatever!" she squeed, losing herself deeper and deeper into the golden abyss.