Trapped in a snowglobe

[In response to this and this.]
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It's a snowglobe.

It's an actual snowglobe.

If this wasn't so seriously screwed up Shawn might have even laughed. He checks his pulse, his breath, his heartbeat, takes a good long look at every vein he can find, excluding every possibility whatsoever that he has been drugged mindless. That only leaves two possibilities: Either he has lost his mind or he is trapped in a freaking snowglobe.

Just... without the snow. And the water.

Either that or he has some weird multidimensional perception going on that lets him breath underwater and still feel like there's air around him. Maybe that's it. Or maybe not, since that would suck, given the fact this his surrounding is supposed to be some kind of beach. Snow would probably look quite strange, now that he thinks about it.

( Well. )

Anniversary Party - Open RP

Shawn has taken care of absolutely everything. There are flowers and drinks and different types of music. There is food and loads of pineapples. All that stuff that either shouldn't break or demands too much space is simply out of the way and it actually looks very different if you know what it looks like originally.

Still, the pin-ball machine is at the same spot and with all the furniture out of the way or rearranged it's a really comfy place. He has borrowed a couch from a neighbour, who, in return, is of course invited and built some kind of lounge.

Additionally, it is a nice day, which is why the place in front of the psych office is open to hang out as well, with some self service BBQ ("Dad, it's really nice you let me borrow the grill. Hey, why... don't you just stay here and make sure nothing burns down? And be nice to the guests!" - "Shawn! I won't... Shawn!!"), more drinks and the easy Californian warmth cheering up mournful spirits. That and the beach directly in front of you.

Playing idly with the ring on his finger Shawn takes one last look around, a satisfied grin on his face. His prior job as an event planner came in quite handy while setting all of this up. Not only has he still got all the contacts, it also made organizing a pretty easy job. It's all about knowing what you have to do. Then it's actually not work anymore.

(ooc: Open for as long people want to play. Bendy time is love!)