Bunanigans

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Los Paraisos: Pellagio Hotel - Moira and Syed's room
...He was going to die.

That was it. He was gonna die. They'd never even find a body! Screw fireons and bearons and giant stone statues and frankenstein monsters and vampires. This was worse than all of those. All of those put together!

Lying beside him on one side of course was Moira, stripped down to her underwear. While it was unusual for him to actually be next to her rather than on the floor, it wasn't particularly noteworthy. But on the other...

Her full lips were slightly parted as she slept, her dark golden eyebrows furrowed in a slight frown. Most men would be thrilled to wake up next to a heavenly beauty like her, maybe even wonder what it was she could be dreaming about, but for Syed... he knew exactly what this meant. It was the end of days. Goodbye world. As soon as she awoke, she'll probably decapitate him. Unless he could get up without waking her? Sure, they were in their room, but if he can get off this bed, on the floor, that'd be okay, right? Then she'd never know.

Why was she even here? Had Moira brought her up? They had managed to score a pretty fantastic room, maybe she wanted to show it off to her closest friend? But why the hell was he inbetween them? Why couldn't he remember?! He wasn't much of a drinker, and even then he'd never gotten so drunk to forget an entire night. The thought alone would make him feel sick if he didn't feel like that already.

He began to ease himself up, his entire body screaming against the effort. He needed some water, or some milk, or some coffee. And some greasy food. He needed a hangover cure oh Vayu what was even going on? The breeze coming in from the open patio doors helped a little, but the sunlight beaming through certainly didn't. Why couldn't he move his foot?

Oh no were they linking legs with one another? He couldn't tell as first in his sleepy and hungover state, but yep. She had her feet around his leg. Oh gods he was trapped this was it. Could he ease his foot free? He spent a couple of moments struggling as subtly as he could against her vice-like grip. Please don't wake her please don't wake her please!

There had to be a reasonable explanation for this, right? It was probably asking a bit much considering the two people lying either side of him, but they both drank a lot so their tolerance had to be better, right? Hopefully one of them knew what was going on. Oh who was he kidding.

Yeah, he couldn't get himself free. He eased himself back onto his pillow, partly because of his horrible hangover and partly as to not wake her. He elbowed Moira a couple of times. Why wasn't she waking up? She was alive, she was snoring. But she was usually a really early riser! Her breath did stink of booze though oh gods did his? He always made sure to brush his teeth before bed but if he was out of it who knew? He fiddled with his focus ring anxiously. This was horrible, this was really horrible-

-What was that on his other hand?

His eyes widened in horror as he raised his hand before him. He didn't know if he wanted to look, but this wasn't good. This wasn't good at all! Trembling all over, his gaze slowly lowered to the blonde's hands.

No no no NO NO NO they were wearing matching rings what no what the fuck?! His jaw dropped as he gave out a silent, breathy scream. No no no no get it off get it off get it off WHY WON'T IT COME OFF?! Practially beside himself with panic, he scrambled so he was sat up on his pillow - wrenching his foot roughly from her grip as he wrestled fruitlessly with the ring. The world lurched and span around him, his head pounding painfully with every shaky, panic-stricken breath he took. This was horrible, this really was horrible, they couldn't have... could they?!

Of all the people he could wake up next to, why did it have to be Amy?!

What the hell happened last night?!

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LMFAO I'm sorry hahahahahahahahaha

Really I am though, should have probably said something. This post took longer than I thought though, I actually started writing one before I went to work but when I got back I just scrapped it and rewrote it. You'd have been waiting forever.

I would draw you a Dylan doodle as a sorry but considering it's 1:30am I'm getting some zzzs haha, consider this a IOU

EDIT: 30 seconds between the two posts lmfao Danni you're gonna look like the fastest reader/writer in the universe :P

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Los Paraisos: Hell's Kitchen Restaurant
The rest of the group may have decided that essentially using themselves as bait was the best course of action, but Syed said nothing. He bowed his head, his eyes scrunched closed and his eyebrows knitted. Who knew who it was doing this? It could be anything - a single well connected individual or a group, a smuggling kind of thing or something much more sinister. He didn't care than Josette had apparently been fine in there before, as far as he was concerned that was like playing russian roulette. If they had reason to believe that these people were poaching the girls from these places...

Slowly, he raised his gaze to meet Estelle. If there was anyone he knew could handle themselves, it was Estelle. She had single handedly took on Lucifer after all. And in the end of the day... he trusted her more than most. Plus as far as he was concerned, the decision here didn't lie with Thunderhawk, regardless of his status as mission leader. Or on him or any of the male members of the group, or Moira or even possibly Amy. It was with those who would be most at risk, and if Estelle felt it needed to be done then that was that.

"Okay," he said resignedly, the look on his face making it perfectly clear what his thoughts were on the matter. "Just tell me where you need me, and I'll support you all the way."

"We have your backs." Lucien grinned.

"Yeah I ain't been clubbin' in ages!" Moira wooped. She would definately stick out like a sore thumb, but she had never been the sort to care.

"How's the food?"

That was not Cid, Cid was at the other end of the table looking at whoever stood behind them a little warily. Syed frowned a little, his brain whirring away as always. He recognised the accent from somewhere, although he couldn't think where straight away. He turned in his seat, and... OH GODS IT'S HIM!



Gordon looked a lot more pleasant here somehow though, probably because he wasn't busy yelling at anyone. Syed span back to face forwards, realised he hadn't even noticed that his main had been served, and hastily started tucking in before he could be shouted at. And immediately regretted not doing so sooner. Well he asked for spicy, and he certainly got it. It was wonderful. "It's really good!" he managed between mouthfuls.

Gordon scrutinised them all in turn, judging how well they were enjoying their meal through their body language rather than just their words. People tended to be polite about this sort of thing, but he was only interested in what they really thought. People don't get anywhere with vague praise.

"Gordon?" Moira asked, her tone of voice giving away the slight unease she did her best to hide.

"It's been too long Moira."

Without another word, Moira stood up and embraced the chef, who seemed a little taken aback. His reputation! He'd have to be especially mean to someone now to make up for that.

It was then that for Syed, the accent clicked. It wasn't the full accent, but a twang the pair of them - and come to think of it, Del back at Fenaru - had in common. They all came from the same place. "Are you two... related?" he asked a little hesitantly.

"He's my brother," Moira broke away from Gordon, turning back to the table. "Gordon, these are my friends. Don't ask me to name 'em all."

Gordon couldn't help but smile a bit at that one, although he did his best to suppress it again as soon as he could. Trust his sister to find such a wierd mis-match of people like this though. "Pleasure. Welcome to the best restaurant on Los Paraísos."

A bold statement for sure, but spoken like a true Dennis. And to be fair, his food did back him up very well indeed.

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Los Paraisos: Hell's Kitchen Restaurant
"You all right, Moira?"

Moira shook herself out of her thoughts, turning to the cleric. Nah. It couldn't be. Not here. "Yeah..." she said gruffly, frowning once more at the menus. "'M alright."

While Syed was grateful for his water (the events of the day had left him very thirsty), Moira just stared at her glass like it was a foreign substance. What was this shit?! What was it?!! Luckily, Cid returned with their starters, a couple of sharing dishes, and asked them just the right sort of question.

"You got anything with more alcohol in it than this shit?" she asked, poking at her still untouched water.

"Well, if you know what you want for your main we'll have a wine to suit it, sis," Cid responded.

She glanced over to Amy. "Yeah, the steak thing she's got. But I like my meat rare."

"We've got a merlot that will go well with that, sis. Or a zinfandel."

Moira was impressed, even though as far as she was concerned red wines were just red wines. She picked one randomly. Syed on the other hand simply ordered himself a curry - he hadn't had one in a long while now, and he was really starting to crave it. There was only one on the menu, but he did ask somewhat apologetically if he could have his extra spicy. He didn't like coming across as picky, especially when the chefs seemed pretty much abused here, but he felt he needed some comfort food. And somehow, this place was a lot more welcoming than it first appeared. Maybe it was the complete chaos constantly bursting from the kitchens?

Josette's information was very concerning, but at least they had something as a link between them all. Whoever was doing this had a prowling ground. Moira rested her head on the palm of her hand. While she was not exactly listening carefully, she was paying a lot more attention than usual. Once more the thought of if she had a daughter, if they went missing like that... she hated it.

“You know, we should go clubbing sometime. Girls’ night out!”

"You sure that’s wise? -Ooh, calamari!- What I mean is, if girls are disappearing, wouldn’t it be safer to not go where it’s risky?”

"Yeah, maybe leave it til later," Syed concurred with a nod. "They're not the safest of places at the best of times."

"They're normally fine you paranoid fuck," Moira countered as she chewed on some fancy-ass looking pate, elbowing his arm with annoyance. "Normally."

The pair of them fell silent to allow Amy to ask a question, although it turned out to be pointless since the noisy chef with the cap interrupted again. Weren't chefs supposed to wear those poofy white hats? Either way, after giving his own piece - that he too knew someone who had gone missing, although he was startlingly unfazed by it - he retreated back into the kitchens.

Syed's eyes lowered to his hands. "This doesn't make sense..." he muttered, his thin eyebrows creasing at the middle with a frown. The mention of a coverup sent his mind into overdrive, and Amy's cut-off question - or at least what he assumed she was asking - only really made it worse. "Why these clubs?"

Moira sighed. Someone get this guy a tin hat before he gets too excited.

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Hell's Kitchen - Kitchens
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Gordon screamed, his face inches from Crispin's nose. "YOU ARE A CHEF!!! YOU WORK IN HERE, NOT OUT THERE!!!" He looked practically apocolyptic, his face going a vivid purple in his rage. The man had the attention span of a gnat he was sure, constantly leaving his duty to bother the customers. "Now, unless you want your next job to be fucking flipping burgers, then GET BACK TO IT!!!"

Gordon approached the opening in the wall to the seating area, holding his head in his hands. Oh gods, these people were going to be the death of him. And Crispin... especially Crispin...

He looked out to the main restaurant. Geez, that was a big group, and an odd mix at that. Cid was doing a great job serving them by the looks of it though, they all looked happy. But then again Cid was one of his best employees. Gordon afforded himself a tiny smile. Now, the important thing was to keep them looking like that after they had their meals. That was the most important thing of all.

And then he caught sight of the bigger woman. She looked a similar age to him, maybe a little younger, but those eyes were pretty much unmissable. He had only ever met a few people with eyes like that, and he had met all but one of them within the last few years or so. It had been so long, but could it be...? It had to be, right? There was no mistaking her, even now.

He made a mental note to make sure table 4 got bigger portions.

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Hahahahahahaha thanks guys!

Gordon has been mentioned before (in passing) in a flashback, but you'll have to dig right to the end of the Museo arc to find it.

Omg golden retreivers are like, my second most favourite dog after alsatians AAAAAAA

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Los Paraisos: Hell's Kitchen Restaurant
While still a little dazed that firstly of all they had somehow escaped any severe punishment from the casino (who took care of the costs?), now they had met Don's sister too? Neither Moira nor Syed had met either of the Capuello siblings back at Tabul, and it was already pretty clear that Josette had quite the spunky personality. But then again that wasn't particularly suprising. She was Don's sister.

And now they were here, at a very posh restaurant, with yet another of Don's bros as a waiter. It was a bit of a suprise really to hear it wasn't particularly expensive - the place screamed of modern sophistication, with clean lines, immaculate white tablecloths and contrasting, black chairs. Luckily, it looked like there was an empty table against one wall which was large enough to take a big party. Curiously enough, there were no tables at all in a straight line from the door to the kitchens to the wall at the other side of the restaurant. The tables were reasonably busy too, with it's many patrons tucking into plates of fine cuisine.

And fine cuisine it was - large white plates with some rediculously tiny portions of food on top. Luckily, neither Moira nor Syed were paying attention to that - Moira was still sort of stewing in her anger (and giving Don some pretty funny looks while she was at it), while Syed once more was caught completely awed, staring wide-eyed at his surroundings with his mouth slightly open.

"You say it's not badly priced," Syed asked Josette quietly once they reached their table, "but this place looks really expensive."

Moira grumbled, her eyes flicking over the menu. Suprisingly enough most of the options were pretty clearly worded, with very few long fancy words Moira wouldn't understand. Short and straight to the point. It was a small menu though, with only around a dozen dishes in total availiable as mains. The fact that the menu was in plain and easy to understand words only really hammered it home to the Beserker that these dishes were very fancy indeed.

"I bet the chef is a right poncey fuck."

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU CALL THIS?! THERE'S SO MUCH OIL ON THIS PEOPLE WANT TO INVADE IT!!!""

They jumped up a little in suprise, only to be greeted by a plate of food flying out the kitchen doors and smashing across the floor. Some of the various diners seemed quite pleased to see this - was this a regular event in this restaurant?

Then a man popped his head out of the kitchen doors, yelled for someone to clean it up, then went back in again.

"Geez..." Syed buckled down a little. Oh. Oh dear. He was glad he didn't work here.

Moira on the other hand stared wide eyed. Holy shit...! Was that-?

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Los Paraisos: Hell's Kitchen - Kitchen
"WHERE'S THE LAMB FOR TABLE SEVENTEEN!" the man continued to shout as he paced across the kitchen. His kitchen. The result of decades of hard work, his pride and joy. A joy he could only express in one way - by being angry as hell. It's what the customers expected at this point after all. They came for his vicious temper, they stayed for the fine food. And he would never let a dish he knew as anything less than perfect out of the kitchen, so it fed itself very well indeed.

"Done, chef!" called out a voice. The man nodded as the chef passed the dish onto a hot plate, which was seamlessly picked up by one of the waiters.

"Now, you," he turned back to the young man who stood before him. He was a fairly new employee, and very, very talented in the kitchen at that. With a little time, he'd be perfect. If only he weren't such a handful. "Do it again. We need to up the pace, looks like a fucking huge group just came in."

He clapped his hands twice.

"Yes chef!" chorused the other chefs.

wooooo

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I'm calling the next post btw! I don't do this often and I'll probably take a while (I always do), but you'll see why soon enough :) I do have a time limit before I need to go out so hopefully that'll help me speed up.

Otter Dylan is adorable!

EDIT: lmao I got sniped. Anyway yeah if Rex wants to do the setup instead that's cool too. But I'll start now anyway in case.

EDIT 2: THAT VIDEO IS PERFECTION *screams*

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Moira is pretty obvious.

act suprised

Syed continues the theme of EVERYONE IS BIRD

more bird

It's hard to find pics which don't need resizing...

Otters are cutie-patooties to the extreme omg my heart

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Uuuurgh yeah I know the pain of losing a post too. I always write in notepad to avoid stuff like that, but idk how easy it is to do that on a tablet =/ Plus my laptop has some overheating issues, and that has lost me a post before I'm sure.

And I think saying Moira wanted Don to pay for the table with his winnings is probably overestimating her thought process a bit lmfao.

Fox, I'm happy with Xan tagging along, so you can keep on doing that if you like.

IC thing

Yeah I know Syed did kinda protest, but that's just him. Ignore him if you like, he won't fight against it if you do.

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Los Paraisos: Pellagio
Of course, Moira was such a regular at being kicked out of places that she knew the proper etiquette of such things. As soon as she came back to her senses - and found herself being manhandled by two mountainous men at that - she did the right thing. She kicked off. It was the polite thing to do after all, now her rage had subsided.

"GET YER GREAT FUCKIN' MITTS OFFA ME!" she bellowed, struggling against their grip. Gotta give them some job satisfaction, the poor sods.

Syed followed silently behind, although he was a little suprised to see Xan trying to stick up for Moira. That... that was really good of her. It was more than Moira deserved as far as he was concerned. He did take note of the questioning looks though. "We're fine, Xan," he flashed her a genuinely thankful but somewhat strained smile. "We're used to this sort of thing, unfortunately... but thank you. You should probably go back to the others, I don't know how long we'll be." Not that they'd be allowed back at all, but that was the least of his concern.

Luckily, it looked like they were only being escorted out of the casino, rather than being taken out back for a discussion. Wait, the hotel is a part of this building too, right? What if they were getting escorted out of the building altogether? There was no way they'd be able to afford a room on this resort! They'd have to live on the streets during their time here, sleeping rough! Syed started to panic a little.

Moira just glowered as she continued to shout. Oh, fantastic! Here's Thunderhawk, looking odd in his formal attire. He would no doubt look uncomfortable too, if he weren't so busy looking pissed off.

“...what did you do.”

Syed shuffled his feet nervously. It's funny how similar this was to the events at Fenaru, and he didn't like that one bit. Although this time, Thunderhawk wasn't defending himself alongside them. The tables were turned.

"Moira got upset-"

"I WAS NOT UPSET!" Moira bellowed over him, shrugging both the security staff off her at last. She took a second to readjust her dress around her chest. "I was fucking pissed! The asshole was gloating! Gloating!!! The game had to be fixed or somethin', everybody was winning except me! And he wouldn't stop fuckin' gloating, just gloating and rubbing it in my face! So I lost it, alright! I lost it!"

"She... she flipped a table..." Syed continued, fiddling with his fingers. "One of those roulette ones. Well, more like threw across the room." He then looked back to the two security guards, hugging himself a little to hide his trembling hands. Please don't kick us out the hotel please don't kick us out the hotel. "I'm so, so sorry, I should have stopped her sooner," he bowed deeply, scrunching his eyes shut. He should have acted faster, the signs that she had been slipping into one of her rages were all there. How she went quiet. How she seemed to withdraw into herself. What had he been doing, hoping that some fairy would show up and make it all better? So he could have a decent convosation with Dylan? Well, Xan had the right idea as far as he was concerned. "Is there anything we can do to repay you?"

Moira glowered at him. She was mad at him as well now, mostly because her muscles hurt all over thanks to his intervention. Still, she said nothing more. She did feel a little guilty about the table by now to be honest, although she was sure as hell not going to admit it if she could help it.