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[b][u]Los Paraisos: Saint Drega's Church[/b][/u]

[I]So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain...[/I]

Tears welled up in the corners of Lisette's eyes, and threatened to spill over onto her cheeks. The combination of exhaustion, confusion, and a [i]totally[/i] crappy headache was making the entire thing seem much more depressing than it actually was. It was such a strangely sad thing, that according to Father Tom, most marriages ended in divorce. [i]Or worse[/i], Lisette thought sadly. If she ever got married, she hoped it would last longer than, what, 12 hours?

Amy left immediately after signing the papers, but it sounded like she hadn't signed in the right spot. Lisette figured the wording was probably confusing or something, which she could relate to; Marise helped her quite a bit with filling out her Guilder forms. 

[i]"What are you doing? Shouldn't we be asking this guy like, more about the night?"[/i]

"Oh... Oh! Right!" Lisette piped up, turning toward Tom. "Mister Father Tom, could you tell us more about last night? Do you remember if we said what we had been doing before we got here, or if we were planning on going anywhere after? Or if there was a capybara with me...?" 

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[b][u]Los Paraisos: La Macabaret[/b][/u]

After sending Don and Aria off with another task to concentrate on, Selan decided to be the one to see what Trixie's commotion was about. Her screaming and shouting was bouncing all over the walls of the restroom and echoing into a mostly unintelligible sound, and considering her hangover, it needed to [i]stop[/i]. As weary as Selan could be sometimes, she was younger and more gentle than Amy, who probably would have wrangled Trixie into silence within moments.

"Trixie, what's the mat-- [I]Oh.[/I]"

She found Trixie crouched over one of the toilets, holding one of her guns. It was dripping toilet water back into the bowl, and Selan instinctively started backing away.

"Miss Pretty, look at this!"

"Trixie, [i]please don't[/i]--"

She was cringing and didn't want to be anywhere near the toilet-y uzi, but looking back at the prankster, she was actually holding up her other hand, which held the chalk and the scrap of paper. She gingerly plucked it out of her hands and took a closer look.

"Did you draw this, Trixie? What is it supposed to be...?" Selan asked, rotating the paper around to see if the drawing made more sense at a different angle.