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[b][u]Los Paraisos: Cafe outside Pellagio Hotel[/u][/b]

"Estelle and Trixie are still unaccounted for, maybe we should split up into a couple groups," Selan suggested. "I'm not too worried about Josette, she might just be working right now. But I'd like to head to that nightclub now, the baby might have belonged to someone who was there last night. Don-- I mean, Crimson Justice, could you escort us?" she asked, rifling through one of the complimentary map pamphlets stacked on the table. "It's only a few blocks from here, past the restaurant we were at last night."

“You’ve got it!!” Crimson Justice jumped to his feet, knocking his chair and sending it flying behind him. He reached over the table to take the map pamphlet from Selan, giving the baby held in her arms a little tickle on its tummy in an effort to cheer the infant up, before straightening back up and inspecting the map. The pamphlet then began to be turned around in multiple directions every which way, as he tried his hardest to work out where exactly they were supposed to be going. La Macaret? Which of those funny squares of the map was supposed to be that place? Even if he wasn’t absolutely terrible at reading, his geography was appalling too. 

“Ah… this way,” Selan motioned, carefully standing up with the identity less child nestled in her arms. Crimson Justice turned his head to where Selan nodded towards, and then he jumped onto the street with a magnificent pose, fistpumping the sky. 

“Certainly! In justice we trust!”

For everyone else who were passing by, unable to see the red spandex covered superhero’s real form, they could only look in bewilderment at the [url=http://s1.ibtimes.com/sites/www.ibtimes.com/files/styles/v2_article_large/public/2012/02/18/234669-elvis-presley.jpg]strange man in a white unitard with tassles[/url] and a big, billowing hair and shades start leading the way, followed by Aria, still dressed in Thunderhawk’s smelly, disgusting clothes, Dylan, whom had been quickly finishing up the breakfast he had ordered whilst they were waiting, and a [url=http://i1228.photobucket.com/albums/ee446/steffie_lou/Marilyn-Monroe-White-Dress-Seven-Year-Itch.jpg]stunning blonde woman in a pearl white, flowing dress[/url] carrying a small… [url=http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZWjWgEhFt4/UH4exfiuGqI/AAAAAAAAADg/TUIIfRAhtKw/s1600/51xCf0zRBDL._SX385_.jpg]teddy bear.[/url]

For once, the eyes of people around them were not on them, thankfully. 

“Hmm…” Aria muttered quietly, as she continued to read the newspaper as they walked forwards. She was concerned for Xandra, having been left behind in the hotel to provide a distraction for their escape. She hoped she was alright, as hopelessly left behind in that silly clown outfit as she was. She knew she would be, Xandra was a reliable Guilder unlike any other she knew. And she was with that guy she knew who liked to smile a lot and crack bad jokes, Lucien. They’d be fine. 

But then they were also stuck in the same hotel as a naked Chirps, so maybe not… oh well. She’d just have to trust Xan. 

As the group pressed forwards, they walked past the same smouldering restaurant wreckage as the one she had seen before with Thunderhawk and Xandra. The crowd that had gathered around it had thinned out in the time being, but there were still some people, taking photos of the simmering Hell’s Kitchen. At the same time, she was reading an article on Page 3 of the newspaper Moira had grabbed. Continued from a small section of Page 1, it detailed the rise of the island resort’s mysterious protector… a boisterous vigilante named Crimson Justice, who had…

“Hey, Mr. Superhero,” Aria called out. “What’s all this about you putting the restaurant fire out and saving some peoples’ lives?”

“Huh?” Crimson Justice replied. Selan and Dylan echoed the sentiments. They did seem to recall one of the reporters shouting that out earlier…

“I mean, er, yes! Of course! I’m a superhero! Naturally I’d be saving lives and putting out fires!!” Crimson Justice explained. He continued twirling the map about, trying to find where they were. 

Aria just blinked, looking towards her other two companions she hoped were far more sane. Selan she had spent some time with yesterday during the beachball game, but Dylan she had yet to really speak to. She smiled at both of them, before leaning first towards Selan. 

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“Hey, Selan, would you like some help with the baby?” Aria asked. “I can carry him for you for a little while, if you’d like.” She then smiled towards Dylan. “He sure is a cutie, huh? Just like you. What do you guys think his name is? Don’t you think we should call him something, even for a while? Better then ‘him’ or ‘it’ or ‘the baby’, right?” 

“Is this it?” Crimson Justice asked, pausing outside a building with flashing neon lights. The building’s name was signed in a expressive, cursive writing, whilst at the end of the sign was an illuminated silhouette of a woman holding a pole. The building was covered in pictures of half naked people, and the symbols ‘XXX’ appeared everywhere. 

“No, that’s not?” Aria just blinked again. She pointed across the street, at another building, much more grand and fabulous with the words ‘La Macaret’ signed outside. That was their destination.