[img]http://i.imgur.com/2uDBgEK.png[/img] [u][b]Los Paraísos: Water Park[/b][/u] [i]“Just look at it, Estelle. Isn’t it wonderful? All these people from so many places - strangers, friends, lovers - all gathered together at this place where the earth meets the endless force of the sea and just having fun.” [/i] [i]“This really is paradise.”[/i] Estelle looked out from her perch on the slide’s stairs, looking out across the rest of the water park and most of the island resort itself, too. They were climbing so high that the people below looked like tiny ants. The place was beautiful. The crystal clear blue waters crashing in against the beach’s sand, vibrant and lush palmtrees gently swaying back and forth. Screams of excitement and laughter ringing out from all around them. They had only just gotten here, and only yet begun to explore, but Dylan was absolutely right. The place was a paradise. It had a powerful, energising effect that made her want to stay here for far, far longer then she suspected they could. Forever even, if she didn’t have other priorities. She was happy a lot of the time, but it was rare that she ever felt content. And here she was, even if Los Paraisos was plagued with its own series of troubles… “Geez, Dylan,” Estelle’s cheeks flushed as red as her hair, and she grinned back to the Matter Artist. “Are you a writer too, or something? You have quite a way with words, y’know!” Estelle clamoured up the metal steps even quicker, after she noticed she and Dylan had been holding up the line somewhat with their staring out over the resort. Although it felt like eternity, it wasn’t much longer that finally… belatedly… they had arrived at the top. And the bottom of the water park felt so… so… so far away. “C’mon then, Dylan!!” Estelle screamed, gripping Dylan’s wrist again and charging for the water slide’s entrance. “Let’s gooooooooo!” Estelle’s bellowing voice became a loud, loud echo. --- [img]http://i.imgur.com/QLodCtj.png[/img] “Ah… it’s… er…! Not that I’m not fond of swimming!!” Don futilely tried to protest out of embarrassment when Xandra returned to him and Trixie. Truthfully, Don felt a little bit better about his predicament after learning the Little Missy and Cleric Sis were as disabled as him in that respect, but Xandra’s sudden question threw him for a loop and sent spiralling back into embarrassment and denial again. The thought that Xandra might not have enjoyed swimming herself never crossed his mind. Because… who didn’t? At least, that was what he was always told. “I’m just… er… waiting! Y’know! I ate something less then an hour ago so, I have to wait. Otherwise it’s… er… not good for your body! Y’know!” Don’s shifty eyes scoured the entire place. “A-a-anyway, what about you, Lil’ Sis?” Don asked, trying to push the attention off him. “Slide too… scary?” “Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!” A shrill scream pierced his ears, and Don instinctively shivered. Laughter soon then erupted after a tremendous explosion – a ball barrelling into the pool at the end of the slide throwing huge volumes of water out over the side… and all over Don. “Ahh!” The man screamed too. “Ahahahaha! That was fun! Again!” Estelle’s head popped out the water, laughing over and over again. “Ah… where’s Dylan?” “I’m… I’m going to get some drinks.” Don shook his body from side to side, shedding water droplets from his body in the way a dog would. “Would any of you guys want one?”