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The Midnight Train to Nowhere

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Los Paraisos: Streets: Hell's Kitchen Remains

"Get... get out of the way..." Thunderhawk grunted with frustration, shoving Xandra slightly to the side and pushing past, struggling to walk down the alleyway nearest to them. "Down here... this way leads to the hotel too..."

Aria and Xandra looked to each other with begrudging, disgruntled looks, before they gave the restaurant one final look and turned to follow after their 'esteemed' leader. Niether of them enjoyed Thunderhawk's nonreaction to the restaurant, given the probability that it being a burnt wreckage and how none of them could remember the events of last night... well the result was frightening to consider. What if they had caused it?

But that concern didn't even seem to register with him, and the way he pushed Xan out of the way was unfriendly too. The jerk...

"Wait..." Thunderhawk silently mused to himself as the trio pushed on. ...how did he know this led to the hotel? He didn't remember walking down this alley before. The details surrounding them didn't look familiar at all, and yet he recognised this place... from a different angle, at least. The roofs?

The roofs... roofs... Aria...

Thunderhawk's cheeks bulged and he threatened to vomit, before holding it down and swallowing. No, no, that could happen later.

And then there it was, the Pellagio Hotel! It's extravagant fountain's water bursting forth up and down in a shower of beautiful patterns and formations. What a truly beautiful, mesmerising site.

And so it was Thunderhawk vomitted all in it.

"Ugh... this... this... sucks......."

"Wait... what's going on?" Xandra asked, after pinching her nose to waft away the smell. The Pellagio Hotel entrance was absolutely swamped with people, a thick, bustling crowd that made entering the building almost impossible. The crowd filled out the outer grounds and the lobby both. Bustling murmurs and frenetic excited screams came from the crowds, alongside the flashing of cameras. What was going on?

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*rattle rattle BAM BAM rattle rattle BAM*

"HALP! HALP! I'M TRAPPED IN HERE, HALP!"

*rattle rattle BAM BAM rattle rattle BAM*

“What… what was that?”

A figure suddenly stopped, dropping the mop in the bucket and looking curiously towards the shaking door as if it was alive and talking. The figure’s body slouched to one side, and a slight sigh could be heard escaping from the man’s lips, before he started walking towards the bouncing door. Had one of the patrons gotten stuck inside last night? Perhaps passing out in one of the toilet cubicles? That wasn’t good… if the boss found out about it, she’d have his head. Nobody other then employees were allowed to be on the premises after closing hours. He should have checked it all more thoroughly.

“Hold on, hold on,” The man spoke, digging into his backpocket and fishing out a key. Several keys, flicking through each one of them to look for the right one. But the banging and rattling of the doorknob continued, as if whoever it was on the other side didn’t hear them. Which was less then surprising, considering all of their screaming.

Finally, the right key was found, inserted into the keyhole, and the door unlocked. And then, as the man began to twisted the handle…

BAM

The door went flying outwards, smacking the man in the face and causing him to collapse on the floor as Trixie burst out into freedom.

“YUS! FREEDOM AT LAST! TEACH YOU TO MESS WITH ME, DOOR!” Trixie stuck her tongue out at the door and blew a raspberry, before then noticing the strange new room she found herself in.

Bathed in low lighting, the room was quite large, and fancily adorned. There were lots and lots of plush, leather sofas, arranged in circles with a table in between them, several of the tables having a pole extend up from the table to the ceiling. A bar to one side held many glasses and exotic coloured bottles behind the counter (Amy would sure love this place!) and finally, there was a long, long catwalk behind a barrier with a set of curtains at the far end and, at the catwalk’s most outjutting peak into the center of the room, another metal pole reaching the ceiling.

Where was she?

“Ugh… are you alright, little miss?” A voice groaned from beneath her. Trixie gasped, hopping off of the man’s face and landing next to him. Who… who was he? And why was this big muscular hairy man, in leather pants and red shoulder braces, totally topless?!

“My name’s Freddie, little miss… are you okay? Where are your parents?”

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Crimson Justice took the bag filled with supplies and essential for the baby from Selan as they slowly walked to leave the room and begin their search for the others. Selan mentioned getting their story straight, and indeed, Crimson Justice too wished to know what had happened last night. Where had this bold new, dashing and inspiring new superhero had come from? Who was the small baby left in their care, a child whom Crimson Justice had newly declared to himself to protect from harm and any injustice? And where the heck was his hair?!

The vibrant superhero slowly opened the door, poking his head out to search each side of the corridor to make sure the coast was clear. They couldn’t remember anything, but it didn’t rule out the possibility that they had committed a crime, even despite his heroic garb, and so it was it might be better if they weren’t witnessed leaving a crime scene that might lead to all sorts of embarrassing questions. Fortunately, the length of the hall was mostly empty, bar a maid doing her rounds of cleaning at the far end. She was folding towels and unlocking one of the doors at the far end, entering the room to begin cleaning.

“Er, there’s a maid down at the end, young miss!” Crimson Justice reported back to Selan. “Ah… I think she’s working her way down to here.”

“…we should probably leave a sign then…” Selan thought quickly, pointing to a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign for Crimson Justice to hang outside the door. Once the hallway was clear, the superhero, Selan and their young charge quickly exited and dashed in the opposite direction, rounding a corner safely.

“Hmm… doesn’t look like there’s anyone around here, either!” Crimson Justice reported with a sageful nod. “Do you remember where the others’ rooms were, Miss?”

The baby giggled again at the superhero’s antics.

And then, suddenly, there was a piercing scream from the floor above. A scream that sounded familiar.

“COME!” Crimson Justice turned on the spot, making his way to dash towards the stairs. “SOMEONE IS IN DANGER!!”

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Good mornight everyone! How is everyone's weekend treating them? I slept like... 11 hours last night... and still feel tired... UGH WHAT A WASTED WEEKEND

At least it's sunny outside. Sun in Britain is... a very rare occurence indeed.

|D @ you guys watching my vid. I know you all loved it very, very much!

:D Rex. Drake and Josh was a great program, very very funny. Ah, the memories. I'm still thinking about what to do with Marcus, so I might have him intrude on Trixie, I'm not sure. Trying to think of something interesting for him to wake up to... XD

Fox, food pics! ;A; It's been so long since we last had food pics omfg! They all look so delicious and now I'm really really hungry, damnit. I'm going to have to do a food shop and it's all your beautiful fault!! That bear gif as well, lmfaomg

Kickass posts everyone! :D Everyone's antics have been fantastic! Poor Amy and Syed, poor Lucien once Moira answers the door in her undies (hasn't he suffered enough already?), poor Lisette waking up next to sick, Trixie's evaluation of the window and vent and just slamming on the door again made me lol hard, poor me after reading Tae's line of "Her head still felt like nails scraping on chalkboard" since even reading it makes me shiver Xo and just... brilliant fun. I can't wait to have everyone reunite and have a certain surprise in the hotel lobby 8D

EDIT: ACTUALLY I HAVE THE BEST IDEA FOR TRIXIE AND MARCUS EVER

Guys what musics have you all been listening to latelyyyyyyy :D I'm on a 30 Seconds to Mars kick atm!

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Los Paraisos

Thunderhawk weakly climbed to his feet, unable to do much but follow after Aria and Xandra as the former led them back towards their hotel. Pain still coursed throughout his body, beginning at both his top and lower most extremities, and it took him every piece of strength he had just to walk. His hand weakly stretched out towards the two women.

“Hotel… sleep… sounds good… but… Aria… give me my clothes…” The ranger weakly muttered again. “You… can have your dress back…”

Before Aria could reply, the threesome found their run shortlived, as the main street that led towards the Pellagio Hotel was blocked off. The entire street was cordoned off, with resort police, firemen, and onlookers all surrounding a burnt out husk of a building, charred black with ash and debris. Dark smoke still wafted high in the air, even though the fire had been extinquished a couple of hours earlier.

"Wait..." Thunderhawk groaned. "Isn't that... the restaurant?"

The Hell's Kitchen restaurant had been burnt to cinders.

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Selan’s laughter made Don want to break into more pitiful tears, but he couldn’t help but stop to laugh as well. The beautiful songstress laughter was infectious, and even despite Don’s dilemma, he was glad to see Selan appear cheerful… even if it was done in desperation. He soon cheered up, brushing the snot dripping from his nose and slapping his cheeks to waken himself up. This was no time to be feeling sorry for himself. They needed to find out what was going on, and find out who this baby was and where its parents were! And they needed some clothes, too!

“Roger!!” Don’s fist snapped up, and he began dashing about the room. Said search was almost shortlived after he almost brought his foot down on some erstwhile scattered pieces of glass, but he was lucky to avoid them just in time and circle around them. He headed for the bedroom – if there was any better place for where clothes would be held, he didn’t know it. He skidded in, unsurprised to find the bedroom looking like a bombsite as well as the main living room. A torn up mattress with bed sheets and pillows scattered all over, and closet doors and wardrobes flung wide open. This was… so strange. There was also some black leather clothing poking out from underneath one of the white duvets, but his first port of call was the wardrobes.

But he was able to find exactly what he needed. Women’s clothing for Selan. In fact, there was a lot of women’s clothing in the bedroom… all of the clothing was for a woman, actually. Well, including the baby, at least. But no male clothes to mention at all. Hmm. Don’s snatched up a giant pile of clothes, and dashed back with them in arm to the living room – Selan could best decide what she might like to wear. He still had to search for something himself.

“Hey, Selan! I found some clothes for you! We should try and find some of the others too, maybe they know what happ- urk!” Almost as soon as he said it, he regretted it. He couldn’t really go outside and face everyone. They couldn’t see what Don looked like! So… so he needed to find something to help cover up his head. But what?

A quick search of the other hotel suite’s rooms yielded nothing either. He had to wear something… where was his clothes? His suit? (And his hair?)

Don scratched his chin, before dashing for the bedroom once more. The leather he saw underneath the bed duvet had to have been his jacket, surely!

He threw the duvet up to discover what was underneath, and his eyes widened in abject surprise. This… this… this felt familiar, and yet he couldn’t really remember why. He couldn’t remember anything that happened last night and yet… yet he knew he knew this somehow. But… how? Why?

At least it’d cover up his head…

Ten minutes later, after struggling to dress himself in such an assemblage, he dived out of the bedroom into the living room, rolling along a clean piece of glass free floor and, crouching on one knee, posed with his arms held diagonally. Selan was in the final moments of completing her had change as well, and once she saw Don, she recoiled in fright, thinking at first it was an attacker, at least until he spoke. Muffled as his voice was, there was no mistaking it was Don. It was simply too ludicrous to be anything else.

“CRIMSON JUSTICE, REPORTING FOR DUTY!!”

Calm down Pach, what the heck?

The small baby giggled.

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But they had hugs! And lots more besides!!

They even played twister!!

Good luck with your errands, Danni! :D

THIS IS PRECISELY WHAT DON AND HIS BROS GOT UP TO LAST NIGHT

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Pach has worked out what them are!

THEM!

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Amy and Syed don't need hugs

They got plenty of hugs last night thank you

With each other

Huehuehue

Wow Tae you up so late :0 Good luck on your presentation and have a good sleep! That conference room was a currrrse

Good luck on your essays, Rex!!

Good luck on your job interview, Buns!!

Have a great weekend everyone! I'm gonna go walk my doggy then catch up and whoooooo

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Los Paraisos: Streets

The streaking ranger collapsed in a heap after the bewildering surprise of his body suddenly being magically enveloped in a dress. He tripped by the sudden shock, somersaulting forwards, and hitting pavement. Hard. Aria’s scarf gently wafted down on top of his head.

“What is wrong with you, running off like that? Naked, too!” Aria scolded, her mind awash with pain and fatigue from her own hangover. In contrast, Thunderhawk was used to always being perpetually hungover, so the exertion didn’t affect him so much, even if he had been sober for a while. No, something else most certainly did hurt him right now.

“If you don’t get up I’m leaving you behind. Naked.” Aria sighed, nudging Thunderhawk’s unmoving body with a foot. He didn’t react, instead staying balled up in a foetal position, his face gripped in pain. “Huh?”

The dress Aria had conjured up was only merely an optical illusion – the fabric didn’t really exist. Thunderhawk had fell, and landed hard – right on his most prized possession.

“Give me… a minute…” Thunderhawk wheezed.

"What on earth?" Another voice split apart the street, as much to Aria and Thunderhawk’s surprise (who was able to barely look out the corner of his eye) Xandra, in a soaking wet clown outfit and comically huge red shoes squeaked down the pavement to them. Her appearance was as utterly bizarre and confusing as Thunderhawk and Aria’s clothes swapping own – with marker filled scribbles doodled all over her arm and face, and the white and black paint that had been used to dress Xandra’s face with seeping and draining down, to look as if she was almost crying. Poor poor sad clown.

And poor Thunderhawk, who still could not move.

“What the hell… happened… to you…?” Thunderhawk groaned at Xandra, then turning his attention to Aria. “And why are you… wearing my clothes…? Did… did we…?”

His face flopped down onto the hard pavement. Gods why?

“And where the hell… did this dress… come from…?”

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Don stared at the scene of Selan and the baby before him, absolutely stupefied and unable to even begin to explain where the baby came from or what had happened. He and Selan hadn’t, had they? Why, they hadn’t even got married yet! How could they have a baby?

He was scared. Stuck rigid to the spot, unable to move, unable to do anything as Selan hurriedly rushed to the baby’s side and picked him up, cradling him in her arms in a desperate plea to soothe the baby’s frightened cries. He was able to stand up and be strong against lots and lots of things… but a baby was tiny. So, so tiny, and frail and weak. And Don… Don knew he did a lot of stupid things that were out of his control. He didn’t want to do anything to risk hurting it…

“Waaa… waa… wa… …” Slowly but surely, the baby stopped crying, instead calming down and relaxing as he looked up at the woman nursing him. A woman who reminded him of his mother. He felt content and relaxed, and mumbled a soft gurgle.

"Don, what is going on...?" Selan asked with desperation pouring out of her.

“I… I don’t know! I don’t know what’s going on!” Don replied, holding his hands up. He did a lot of stupid things, but he was innocent of this, really! …he hoped? “I don’t remember anything that happened last night, I swear! The… the last thing I remember was us eating at the restaurant! And then… er… my head feels funny… what was I saying…?”

Selan just stared at him.

“Oh, right! And then I woke up, went into the bathroom… and then saw this!!” Don ripped the towel of his head to reveal the shocking surprise awaiting them that fuelled his initial loud pitched scream that started this whole chain of events.

The hits keeping coming

Don’s head… his hair… it was gone!!!

“AH!” Don suddenly realised he showed Selan the most embarrassing and uncool thing in the world, and quickly wrapped the towel around his head again and buried his head in tears and shame. He felt to his knees, bawling like a baby. The baby in Selan’s arms shared the same expression the songstress did as they watched him.

“First my hair, now a baby! What did we do, Selan?!” Don wailed. “What did we dooooo?!”