[img=http://i.imgur.com/ydiqnn6.png] [b][u]Los Paraisos: The Pellagio - Casino[/b][/u] [i]"Um, yes Miss, I can't find my friends. Have you seen a really nice-looking man with hair the same color as yours and glasses? Or a little girl with brown hair? Or a girl my age, with really bright red hair? Or a blonde man, or..."[/i] The woman couldn't help but bring a soft finger to her lips as Lisette went on with the most vague of descriptions of her friends. Well, that wasn't surprising. The little girl she had seen running by her not too long ago was already out of sight, but she didn't want to dampen the girl's mood any further. "Oh, hang on a moment. A nice-lookin' young man, white hair n' glasses? Hah!" She lifted her kissed finger in the air, a eureka moment. "Don't find too many nice-lookin' folks around 'ere, everyone's out here to take advantage of somethin' or other. But white hair n' glasses too? Oh! There's been a game goin' on for quite a while, back by the poker table - 'ah think it's still runnin'. Someone there fits that description. To a tee, rather. 's got a pretty cute poker face too. Maybe he's one of your friends." The woman's words were rather questionable... Marcus? Gambling? Perhaps this was the wrong guy? She turned around, motioning with her arm for Lisette to follow her. "C'mon, ah'll take ya." The woman continued to waltz further down the aisle, not even bothering to check if Lisette tagged along. She assumed she was though, and continued rambling on jubilantly as she walked about some details of how the game was running. Who lost out, who won big, who tricked everyone. In only a matter of minutes, a table garnering a small crowd came into sight. The woman pushed straight on passed those standing in her way - "Pardon, gotta get through, hun." - and arrived at the confident, suited blonde man seated opposite from the white-haired man with glasses. "Kenny! Still at it, hun?" The woman pecked him on the cheek, then continued waltzing down the aisle - and sat herself right on the empty stool beside Marcus. "You cuties been at this for a while now. 'Ah leave half an hour for some fresh air, an' ya still here. Some dedication, hehe!" "Uhh... Excuse me, Miss," Clive the dealer spoke up, running a hand behind his head. "You can't really..." To which the woman winked back at him, bringing her finger back to her lips. "Shh, it's okay hun." Immediately she redirected her attention to Marcus. "Ya got some friends wanderin' 'round 'ere? 'Ah think this girlie's been lookin' for ya." --- [img]http://i.imgur.com/dO6vRyy.png[/img] Like a deer stuck in headlights, Trixie remained exactly where she called out Estelle from, now that the older's voice had completely drowned out beyond recognition. She stood there, blinking, watching as tall smelly people shuffled and bustled through the narrow aisles. Her attention turned next to the big sweaty guy sitting in front of this giant golden box with flashing pictures. He huffed and wheezed as he gathered his collection of chips from a tray hidden somewhere in front of his potbelly. Almost smacking right into Trixie, who backed away in time, the man squeaked as he swiveled in his stool and dropped onto his feet. A mountain of playing chips were lugged in his arms, and as he waddled off, a couple of them dropped to the floor. Trixie cocked her head at the man's departure, then strode forward to examine the coins he dropped herself. She sniffed at them, only to find they were made of plastic and sweat rather than anything edible. "Umm?" Once she plucked them off the ground however, the man was already out of sight. So she turned to the big golden box beside her instead - he had gotten these from that thing, right? On one side was a pully lever with a giant red ball at the tip, while towards the other edge was a thin hole just large enough to squeeze the coins in. She glanced around before plopping her butt onto the swivel chair and, with a giggle, swirled around to face the shining box of gold and magic. "Oooh, this looks like a vending machine," she cooed to herself, eyes reflecting the constant sparkles the giant gold box gave off. "Maybe it has orange juice!" She plopped in one of the coins and, seeing as there were no additional buttons to press, yanked the lever. The three vertical panels began to spin - "Huh? Is this some stupid chance thing? Maaaan I hope I don't get soda. But I can just give it to Lucy so it's cool." - and slowly clocked in on a single image each as the girl spoke to herself. A row of cherries. "Eh? Cherry juice?" A chunk of coins spilled into the tray below the panels. Trixie ducked down to watch them drop up close. "... Huh!?" --- [img]http://i.imgur.com/t9SKBzc.png[/img] [b][u]Los Paraisos: Parade[/b][/u] [i]"Amy, we've gotta run!"[/i] Syed turned to Amy, a wide smile creeping on his face. She gave him a [i]look[/i] back. Just when this parade couldn't get any worse. Running? Really? First that crazy witch tried to crash Amy to the ground with some dumbass mask, and now Syed thinks it's fun to run while being chased after cult-worshipers with paddles. Okay. Putting it that way though made the situation rather humorous - but fuck running. Except he caught onto her protest and quickly repelled it by saying they shouldn't separate any further. Oh, that's right, the other three are lost in this damned parade too. Though Amy did not express it, her subconscious brewed a rather interesting thought. "Yeah. Let's find the others." Hand them off the stupid demon hats so they themselves could break away free. Brilliant! The trio took back off into the crowds. Once Lucien and Selan came into sight however, handing off the hats would have been moot; the perpetrators were totally out of sight. That and the rest of the parade seemed to be calming down as well. It was... a very peculiar turn of events. Amy had no time to even ponder what the fuck kind of parade that was, and instead she found herself willingly participating in the child's game - after her initial near stumblings and silent threats. Come to think of it, Syed seemed to have enjoyed himself too, despite nearly being battered to death. With the way Moira held herself up, it seemed she quite enjoyed the terrifying mask she bore. Perhaps the others got themselves tied up in similar stupid scenarios too? First a bar with no seats, then a dumb volleyball game with a wild pack of musclebags, and now participating in a ritualistic game during some parade? While this wasn't her idea of a typical day to relax... Mulling it over with some panting in between, Amy shot a wry smile in Syed's direction. "Hah. Some fuckin' day." Aria soon returned afterwards with details on the time and perhaps checking out the casino; the parade had come to a stop close enough to the lobby they were to meet up at, anyway. The minute they stepped foot beside the casino's entry, however, Amy had already walked off inside (though not out of sight), seemingly dazed by the golden palace before them. Incredible. She had never been in a casino before, but for this castle to be her first? "Gods... this is massive." Her mouth still agape, she looked back to the others back by the entry. Thanks to the cool breeze inside the casino, shivers ran amok all along her spine; the running around from the parade had definitely led to a hefty amount of sweat all along her back. Usually she'd be disturbed by something as [i]gross[/i] as that and run straight for the showers, but... the casino's hypnosis immediately took it off her mind. Two and a half hours, right? Aaaand how much money did she have in her clutch again? "Uh... yeah. Let's... definitely search this place."