Good day all,
Okay, beachwear for our heros and favourite villains, I can't resist.
----- Original Message ----- From: jacquispeel@netscape.net To: ""nublake"" blakes7@lists.lysator.liu.se Sent: Friday, November 30, 2001 7:36 AM Subject: [B7L] beachwear
What about Orac? Apart from a cloth handkerchief/beach towel on top to prevent sand getting
into its innards & to muffle its protests about (not) wanting to learn to swim?
Jacqui
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Blake : Boardshorts, and an old "Make Waves not War" T-Shirt, stands forlornly next to his surfboard, looking at the dead calm sea ... Jenna : huge wide brimmed sunhat, a colourful and decorous bikini, and oodles sunscreen, of holding a big pot of suntan cream, hoping Blake will let her do his back... while Dayna ... having fallen asleep "au natural" is now complaining of sunburnt bits, and the beach crashers... Servalan in what she thought was going to be the most daring outfit ( damn Mellanby brat ! ) a white semi-transparent microkini sulks on her deck lounge nursing her glass of her favourite green drink, while Travis, in full uniform tries to built a sand wall to keep the rising tide away from Servalan, and threatening to shoot the mutoids who keep falling over with heatstroke, but the sand keeps jamming his Lazeron Destructor. Meanwhile, Tarrant, nursing two slapped cheeks and some bruised testicles, swims laps up and down the beach in his shiny fluoro Speedos, regrets mentioning to Servalan that Dayna had more exposure than her "Maximum Exposure" swimsuit. Avon walks up the beach in a full wetsuit and rebreather, carrying a bag of pearl oysters, as Orac sets sail in its own personal Minisub. Vila, complete with three sets of floaties and waterwings, cries for help in a rock pool, while Cally, in a Neck to Knee SPF 50 camo bathers, tries to reason telepathically with a giant crab holding a valuable part of Vila for ransom in one claw. Gan, wearing a florid Hawaiian Shirt and an old pair of not quite worn out work shorts because he forgot to buy bathers three systems back, watches the eskies and coolers of food and drinks, and builds a cooking fire for... Soolin, clad in a silver one piece, which is barely visible under a harness hung with snorkel, goggles, flippers, knives, grenades, flares etc, comes over the rocky cliffs at the end of the beach, a six foot barracuda over one shoulder, a very big spear gun over the other. "If I had known we had guests, I would have brought back the bigger one. Alive!"
Have fun everyone,
Catch you later,
Walter Minne