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[b][u]Los Paraisos: Pellagio Hotel - Moira and Syed's room[/u][/b]

By now Amy's breaths had quieted significantly, though she still trembled. Syed too was as shaky as she'd ever seen him, possibly even more so than her as it was obvious in his voice, despite how hard he tried to play it off as the calmer one. He made some joke to try and lighten the situation, though with twenty times less the comfort Lucien always exuded with his own - then he went back to questioning himself.

Amy merely stared back at him with her wet emerald eyes as he spoke on and on. With her total lack of acknowledgement to anything he said, it might as well have looked like she wasn't even really listening.

The mage sparked here and there. He'd never be able to hide his anxiety well. [i]"I'm sure Trixie's fine."[/i] Amy lowered her head slightly, still keeping silent. Syed spoke on. [i]"The door's probably locked, Moira's really d-defensive about her stuff. She never leaves doors unlocked ever. If... if you want, I could look for the key while you use the bathroom. Save you going out there like that..."[/i]

Though Amy lowered herself to retrieve her dress, her eyes never left Syed. Had she not blurred her own vision with tears, she would have noticed and probably scoffed at how Syed seemed to be crying more than she was.

"Hah..." What a fucking mess this was. Barely managing to keep on her own feet, she straightened her posture, with her dress and other clothing articles clenched in hand. Then she staggered over to the open bathroom. She didn't even freeze upon hearing some ungodly roaring noises coming from the side of the bed nearest her, though she did catch stuff moving around in her peripherals.

Was that... Moira? Puking off the side of the bed? Normally Amy would have grossed out and ditched the room upon seeing and [i]smelling[/i] that so up close, but her current tempo and the locked door prevented her from even reacting to it. Then again, she was in the [i]Pride.[/i] Meaning she's seen much worse things. Like giantass spiders.

As Moira began screaming at whatever was underneath the bed, Amy slowly and shakily closed the bathroom door behind her.

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[b][u]???[/b][/u]

[i]Flussshhhhhhh shswhswhswhhs swirling toilet water noises[/i]

"Blech! Hack, cough, coughing noises! Hurk...!" A loud sigh. "Oh man. Never drinking that much apple juice [i]again!"[/i]

The door to one of four stalls suddenly burst open, with Trixie flailing out of it. She managed to extend her arms before her as she tripped over her own shoelaces - and totally faceplanted the cold floor anyway. "Owwww..." After lying there for a few good seconds, she quickly scrambled to her feet, and was immediately met with a long horizontal mirror before her.

Mouth agape in near anguish, she charged right in front of it. "Noooo! My hair!"

Yes, one of her precious braids had become undone. Now she had to choose between unbraiding the other one, or having totally uncool asymmetrical hair. The decision was a tough one. And the poor, poor child would never be able to live with the agony. Oh well, at least she hadn't thrown up on it.

She bore her teeth next, taking an especially close look at the lovely gap between her two front teeth. But that didn't startle her. That had always been there. "Geeeez! I need a toothbrush." Trixie gave the mirror a final pout before waltzing over to the door, careful to avoid the puddles caused by what appeared to be a sink that had been completely broken off of its counter. Or something. Whatever that giant metal thingy was.

[i]Rattle rattle. Shake shake shake. Rattle[/i]

"Locked!? Ah! Trying to play tricks with me, eh, door? Eh? Well too bad! You seem to forget that I'm...!" Her hands slapped her waist. There was no belt, no pouch, nothing there but her regular shirt and booty shorts. "......a lockpicker. Oh jabberwocky this is not good. Uhhh. Okay. Puzzle time. Think. Think. How would a Wondergirl get out of this one?" She drummed her fingers along her tiny chin as she scanned her surroundings.

There was a vent - two vents implanted within the ceiling, easily reachable by climbing atop one of the toilets. An open window was also perched alongside one of the walls; that one required a bit more of a climb, but it was nothing Trixie couldn't reach either.

Hmmm. So she did what felt most natural and began banging on the door.

"HALP! HALP! I'M TRAPPED IN HERE, HALP!"