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[b][u]Los Paraísos: Pellagio Hotel - Moira and Syed's Room[/b][/u]

It was dark. Very dark. And the warm, stale air she breathed was thick from the smell of spilled alcohol.

She tried to turn over, her back was getting super incredibly sore and achey, but she couldn't for some reason. The weight of fatigue, perhaps?

No, she literally [i]could not move[/i].

Not to mention her head was pounding worse than it had ever been in her entire life, and she couldn't figure out why. 

She didn't remember going to sleep with a headache... Or the last thing she did before she went to bed last night...

Speaking of, she wasn't even [i]in[/i] a bed. She was pinned flat on her stomach, at eye-level with a pile of discarded, familiar-looking clothes and shoes on the floor.

Lisette hadn't yet realized that she was stuck underneath Moira's side of the bed, the mattress springs on the verge of collapsing.

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"Mmnh..."

Selan was sleeping [i]hard[/i], curled up into a cramped fetal position in a cold, uncomfortable place. Her shoes were missing, and her dress was scrunched up and damp.

Someone was making entirely too much noise though, and it only exacerbated the [i]godsforsaken[/i] splitting pain in her head.

Something wet landed on her forehead, causing her to flinch. But something else jolted her awake enough to cause her to sit up and bang the top of her head on the shower faucet.

"Nnngh...! Ow... What in Ddaear is [i]wrong[/i] with you..." Selan groaned, pressing her hand against her throbbing head. She turned towards Don Capuello, but her puffy eyes were squeezed tightly shut.