EXCUSE ME I WOULD LIKE AN ([personal profile] openpost) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2013-08-11 05:23 pm

Life's a beach.



The sound of the waves washing in and out, the warmth of the sun as it shined down upon you, the smell of the ocean in the air. A trip to the Beach could always be fun and relaxing. Maybe you want to join a game of Beach volleyball or head out in the ocean and swim? There is always the option of catching a wave or two if you know how to surf. And if you don’t know how? Maybe you want to learn.

There are quite a few activities you can do while you are at the Beach. Though sometimes nothing beats just laying down and relaxing in the sun. But don’t forget to put on sunscreen to protect your skin! And for those hard to reach places, why not ask for a little helping hand.


[ooc: Open post for all! Set up your post however you want. Put up multiple scenarios, leave it blank, ect. Add a picture of what their swimwear is too if you like. Have fun! Ganked from this spot here.
strongestcoward: (Wholesome.)

Cool. I'm a Psychonauts fan too, so it works out.

[personal profile] strongestcoward 2013-08-14 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course Asura spotted the hands. He spotted everything. It was interpreting what he saw where he fell down, always seeing it through a screen of suspicion.

"You're a dreadful liar, child," Asura commented as he let go of Raz. There was still water to come rushing back, but a red sphere formed around them, slightly transparent and covered in swirling meaningless symbols. In a way, Raz was safe, because the water couldn't get in. In another way, he was in much greater dangers because he was in there with Asura.
agent_aquato: (official psychonauts business)

Excellent~

[personal profile] agent_aquato 2013-08-14 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Right now, he'll take the protective bubble with a madman.

He wobbles slightly after finally being released, but a couple of minutes under the shield's protection and Razputin's knees finally cease their shaking; breathe easing into a normal speed. The fear may be gone, but it is replaced with something else, an undefinable emotion in the way he now stares at the mystery man.

"Dreadful as in I'm bad at it, or like dreadful because I do it too much?"