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[b][u]Los Paraisos: Somewhere Outside the Grande Diamond[/u][/b]

Trixie watched with big, curious eyes as the [i]boys[/i] were pampered with makeup. Wow, wow, wow! They looked absolutely stunning. Hotter than hot mamas. Would... would that make them hot papas?

After she-Dylan's proposal and Syed's follow-up suggestions, Trixie leaned in close while the finishing touches were applied to she-Thunderspock's eyelashes. "Ooh! Ooh, me next, me next!" She bounced with excitement, before looking over her shoulder at Amy, who stood awfully far from the others with her arms crossed and head turned. As usual. "Ames, you don't got any makeup on today. You look weird. If you're gonna compete with all these hot papas, you gotta pretty up too!"

"Not going."

"Wait, huh? But Amy! We gotta save Supersis and--"

The more Trixie talked, the more Thunderhawk's facial features twitched. Luckily however Amy stepped up to speak before he could break the young superheroine's heart. "No, Trix. You're waiting out here too." Trixie's face paled, but Amy kept her expression neutral on all the while, never taking her eyes off the glamorous building and the army of [i]men[/i] wandering around its outskirts. Her lips twitched. "If this place is what I think it is..."

Her voice trailed off, eyes shifting to Trixie. The younger raised a hand, having more to say, but Amy shook her head and looked away again. "Listen to what the others are saying for once, all right? We're not sneaking and sliding by anyone. They're... going 'job-hunting,' Trix. You're too young. And the party's getting big enough anyway."

Trixie sniveled and gripped onto the pins on her shoulders, her lovely leather-pants cape. Cheeks puffed. Lips pouting. 'Buts' incoming. Eyes watering within her goggles. Shit, shit, shit.

"Look, you could... scout to make sure no one's approaching us, all right? Be, uh, a superhero and keep watch over the rest of us who aren't going in. Superheroes have to share responsibilities with each other too, don't they?" Amy ended her proposition with a wink - though it was much too awkward and forced.

But it was good enough for Trixie. She beamed widely and pressed her helmet down further on her head with a snicker. "Ay-ay, capitan! Leave the scoutin' to me!"

Then she dove back into the bush. Amy rolled her eyes and returned her attention to the building. Gods help them all indeed.