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[b]Los Paraisos: Pellagio Hotel - Hallway[/b]

Dylan held his hand to his head, trying to make sense of it all. But it was just too much. If nearly-naked-Moira wasn’t bad enough, they were now being accosted by what looked like a superhero reject. Hell, he even called himself [i]Crimson Justice[/i] of all things. What on Ddear did that even mean? 

[i]"Hey, hey, Dylan...if things get bad, we should grab Lisette, run into the room and maybe escape through the window,” Lucien whispered.[/i]

“What?” he sputtered loudly, too hungover to realize that he really should be whispering. “Dude we’re like ten stories up. That’s just nuts, even for us!” He was suddenly graced with the image of them leaping from a tall window, followed by Moira, who landed on top of them squished them all into pancakes. “No, just no.” 

[i]"Everyone, calm down! There's no need to panic, just take a wild guess who's in the costume." [/i]

Wait a second - that bravado, the cheesy stance, even the name! It should have been obvious! Dylan blamed his lack of awareness on his condition, but he wasn’t shy about his opinion. “Bro, just seriously? Seriously bro?” He leaned against the wall as things got even weirder. Apparently he and Selan had off and kidnapped a baby, and as Don pointed out people were still missing, and this morning was just terrible. 

“Yeah, Moira, why don’t you get dressed,” he said after Don’s plan. It wasn’t a terrible one. “But I insisted we stop to get something to drink. Mhmm water. And maybe some bacon. Does anyone else want bacon?”