Anniversary Party - Open RP

[head_psychic]

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!)

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[bigkitty75.livejournal.com]

Gus is eyeing some of the finger food. Shawn told him to wait for the guests, but.

But the keesh is calling to him. He slowly sneaks a hand over. Fingers just barely reaching his goal...

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

... Shawn's hand lashes out of nowhere and slaps the back of his hand. "Ah, ah, ah, Gus." He tsks and shakes his head and index finger at his friend.

"I told you, no sneaky thefts today. You will just smear it all over your face and ruin your make-up!" He pauses for a second. "Well, if you were wearing make up. But then again, if you were wearing make up we'd have a serious discussion about this and you wouldn't be anywhere near the food anyway. So - don't even think about it."

[colonel-lassi.livejournal.com]

He wandered around out front at first, come from work in his usual blue-themed suit and tie combo. What was he even doing here? Lassiter knew better than to come to an event thrown by the department's ersatz psychic, but for some reason he couldn't keep away. Maybe there'd be a Wii. Spencer and Guster seemed the type to keep one around... He was definitely ready to pound someone into the ground with his Wiimotes. Show them a real time in boxing. Give them a real what for.

Dignity assuaged, Carlton Lassiter made his way confidently into the place, disconcerted to see he was so far the only guest (aside from a rather unwilling looking Mr. Spencer off to the side, whom he did his best to ignore). He covered up his uncertainty by asking loudly, "Spencer, what are you celebrating? Do I want to know?"

[ooc: You said open, so... Here I am, spoiling the party with Mr. Grumpypants. XD Hope this is okay! And are we going with a multiple realities thing...?]

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"Lassy!" Spotting their first real guest so far Shawn beams at the detective and curses inwardly that he doesn't have camera anywhere nearby because this? Lassiter not having read the invitations that were spread around and not knowing what's going on? This is going to be awesome and almost worth all the stress of the whole situation.

"Of course you want to know, because how would you be able to congratulate us if you didn't? Well, you could still congratulate us but it would be half-heartedly. Are you a half-hearted man? I like to think different. And I can sense - so do you." He raises the hand with the wedding ring, proud mischief all written over his face. Screw the camera, he will remember the look on the detective's face anyway.

"Me and Gus. It's our tenth anniversary!"

(ooc: Lmao! That's totally fine! Open RPs tend to be very multiple reality anyway! Welcome to the party. XD)

[lieu-murphy.livejournal.com]

Murphy was pretty sure when she got time off for a vacation to Santa Barbra she imagined most of her time would be spent on beaches, working up a good tan for when she went back to Chicago. Visiting the local psychic had seemed like a one stop kinda deal to her. However, she seemed to gave picked the wrong day for a quick stop.

When Murphy opened the door to the Psych office she found a party. She double checked the door, just to make sure one she was in the right place and two that the open sign was really set to open. Yes, she was in the right place and yes the sign said open. Just what the heck had she walked into?

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

It was definitely a surprise to see Murphy joining them but a nice one. That meant even people from further away were showing up! Shawn grinned, hurrying over to say hello

"You made it! I can't believe you made it! Did you get the invitation? You came all the way from Chicago just for us? That's awesome! Have a drink!" he chattered energetically, dragging her over to the snacks. "My pineapple punch is the best!"

[hitchhiking]

Anna had spent a lot of her time studying the outside of the detective agency, debating whether or not she should go inside. There was clearly a party going on, and she didn't want to intrude, but she didn't want to not see Shawn as well. And besides, it wasn't like she hadn't crashed a party before. Making her way to the door, she poked her head inside, looking around as she went in and getting the feel of the place, so that she was more comfortable with it.

She hadn't spotted Shawn, or anyone else she knew yet, but she would get there eventually. Right now, she was trying to ignore her stomach rumbling, as she made a beeline for the food.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Shawn was running around eagerly, saying hello to new guests, putting on some new music from time to time and constantly talking his dad into staying with the meat. It was getting a little more crowded, which was awesome, because that was what a real party was about.

He made his way past some guys already dancing, bouncing along to the beat (who could resist Tainted Love anyway?) when he spotted a familiar - very familiar - face in the crowd. "Anna?"

Blinking, he double-checked, a big grin slowly lighting up his features. "Yo! Anna!" He pushed the dancers aside, running over to her. "You're here! This is so great! Welcome!"

[vivo-per-ardua.livejournal.com]

Anna was walking down the beach in denim capris and a black bikini top, sandals and white t-shirt dangling from her hand as she sauntered along through the sand. It was a refreshing break from the Police Profiler's Conference she'd been practically ordered to attend - which was another story completely. She was bored out of her mind with things she already knew, but next to a certain infamous detective, she was the best the NYPD had. And the only expendable one. Looking up she saw a grumpy-looking man at a grill and music coming from an office with Psych on the window.

"A party?" She was sure she wasn't invited, but curiosity - and the need to do something entertaining - was calling her name. She strolled past Henry and poked her head around before slipping her sandals back on.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"Look who's here!" someone announced cheerfully next to her ear. Seeing Anna walking into the psych office Shawn couldn't not sneak up to her and surprise her with a sneaky hug. "It's so great you made it here! How are you!"

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

Ray's still in town after his little big brother incident with Frannie. By the time he'd been kicked out of that chick's apartment it was too dark and too late to head back to Chicago right away and he figured he had other business to attend to anyway. Avoiding Shawn has been pretty easy to do seeing as they live on other sides of the country, but guilt, as is its wont, doesn't care about time or distance. So Ray had checked out of his motel early that morning, spent a couple of hours at the beach reminiscing about Florida and has finally head up to the office he remembers all to vividly.

The party is a bit of a surprise but since he seems to be so good at being the unwelcome guest at Psych, he walks in unannounced anyway, careful this time to leave the door firmly on its hinges.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Well.

Being a snarky pain in the neck over the internet is one thing. Having Vecchio here, in this place again, is something entirely else. Shawn watches him for a long moment, wary, not sure what to do but then remembers that this place is full of people.

Not to mention his dad outside, working on the meat with a big knife. Yeah, that's enough for Shawn to feel safe for now.

He shoves his hands in his pockets, thinks, takes them out again in case his reflexes are needed after all and casually walks over. "Yo."

[starbucksjess.livejournal.com]

"Wow, you must be a lot more of a party person than I gave you credit for." Jess wanders up to Ray. At least here, he seemed a little bit calmer. Probably because he didn't have his sister around to yell at.

[bigkitty75.livejournal.com]

It's actually a long time before Gus catches onto the fact that Veccio is hanging around. Which surprises him quite a bit, to tell the truth. Gus waits for a good opportunity to approach him however, wanting Shawn to be busy and everyone else at the party enjoying themselves and not paying much attention.

"Nice of you to stop in so peacefully." Gus eyes the door. "This is something of a surprise though."

[dead-bob-rcmp.livejournal.com]

The great thing about nobody being able to see Bob is that he can go and do what he pleases without anyone knowing a thing. Which is probably why he's currently trying to stuff pineapples down his bermudas without getting prickled in places no prickles should ever be. They were a rare sight in the tundra (both bermudas and pineapples) so Bob was taking advantage of it as best he can.

Who said being dead was a bad thing?

"Wooooo, Yank," he blew on the back of Shawn's ear, slipping cold, wet ice down the young man's back with a grin. "I brought you that snow."

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"Eeek!" Shawn squealed when the cold hit him and he jumped around, flailing, his hands patting his cold back. "What the-..."

He blinked; he knew this man, he had met him before but it had been ages. He can't have been older than, what, nine? And here he was, looking almost exactly the same. "Dude. Haven't seen you in a while. You look sharp."

[http://users.livejournal.com/_classact_/]

Do you know how hard it is for a vampire to get around a skyscrapered metropolis like New York City? The answer is VERY. And an un-skyscrapered, beach-front locale like sunny-fucking-Santa-Barbara was beyond impossible. But there here was, nestled as far back from the huge front window and the pesky sun exposure it threatened as he possibly could be, seated behind a desk, legs propped up and arms folded casually behind his head as if he owned the place.

So this was ‘where the magic happened’, so to speak; where, in all actuality, Spencer suckered people out of their money for his psychotic-psychic song and dance (Asher didn’t doubt that actual songs and dances were implicated on a regular basis when Shawn was involved. Gut feeling.)

Pulling the cigarette from his lips, he exhaled a slow stream so smoke before flicking the ashes down into a conveniently placed combination pen/pencil holder.

Why was there so much fucking pineapple all over the place?

[bigkitty75.livejournal.com]

Gus only notices him because of the smoke. With a nose like Gus's, you can't avoid red flags like that, especially in health nut central, otherwise known as California. But since it's his desk this guy is sitting at, Gus figures he mind as well say 'hi'. Besides Shawn seems to be busy greeting all the other guests, he mind as well help out, this once.

Gus strolls over and opens one of the drawers. He pulls out a small glass ashtray and lays it on the table. "I recomend the punch, just a fair warning though, some of the glasses have m&ms in the bottom, Shawn's idea of a joke."

[r-vecchio.livejournal.com]

If Ray thinks about it really, really hard, he actually can't come up with a stranger combination of people to be in one room at once. It's not even like he can say having a Mountie in there would make it more weird. A Mountie wouldn't add to the weirdness, couldn't add to it, it's right there already, hit its peak a looooong while back.

No surprise then that a sun-shy vamp would be sitting slap bang in the middle of California. Ray gravitates towards him more out of necessity than anything else.

"Got one going spare?" Ray gestures at the cigarette. If Asher says no, Ray'll be dangerously close to stealing that one right out of his mouth.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

Shawn had just refilled the bowl with the punch when he spotted Asher and almost dropped the glass. "No way! You're here! Sweet!"

He grinned and hurried over, not wasting any time but shoving a drink into his hand. "Here! Have a pineapple punch! It's homemade. If you want I can put the vampire song up. We also have a karaoke machine, so..."

[artiejackson.livejournal.com]

When he was alive, Artie hadn't been a big fan of pineapple...and in death, not much had changed. The multitude of the damn things made Artie wonder, again, why the hell he'd agreed to go to this ridiculous party.

Oh yeah...his granddaughter was looking to get an interview with some fella that was coming, and since she was forcing him to go to the Tammys, he was obligated by blood to find himself a date and show up. The things he did to give Rian a story to chase...

So he showed up and waited for her to arrive and save him from a wasted afternoon. To be polite, he managed to snag a burger before it hit the grill and ate, observing the other partygoers as they mingled.

Rian had mentioned that the party was an anniversary shindig of some sort...then made a big deal about how the couple was male. The younger generation *always* thought that they invented sex in all its variety...

So to be polite, once Artie finished with his raw burger, he disposed of the paper plate and went in search of the happy couple to at least wish them well until Rian managed to show her impertinent little face.

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

The place was getting seriously crowded by now. Which was awesome, because this was were Shawn was most at ease. Around people. Especially people who showed up here for him.

Well, in most cases they were not staying for him but the party - but he didn't mind that too much. He talked, got to know new folks from around and eagerly hurried from one place to another, making himself seen. "Welcome, welcome!"

He spotted a man he hadn't spoken to so far so he did the only logical thing and placed a drink into his hand. "You too! Welcome. Here, have some homemade pineapple punch!" he cheerfully announced and grinned. The only thing that threw him off a little were the tiny remains of food, probably burger, as far as Shawn's keen vision could tell. Only that it was far too bright. Wow. He definitely should talk to his dad to keep those burgers on the grill a little longer.

[starbucksjess.livejournal.com]

Jess is a little bit pissed that she didn't get a personal invite. No, she has to hear from a friend of a friend of a friend that Spencer is throwing this party, and it's apparently some great big anniversary deal. Which just goes to show how much Shawn is talking crap. Because she knows Shawn well enough to know his commitment keeping ability is about par, if not below her own.

She slips in while that stern looking old guy is busy flipping a burger, not that he would've stopped her in any case, he just looks too grumpy for her to want to catch his attention.

Now, to find Gus...

[head-psychic.livejournal.com]

"Now look who's here!"

It's this thing Shawn just loves doing. This jumping out of nowhere and right into a person's field of vision.

"Hi Jess. You want a drink?"

[not-a-savage.livejournal.com]

Not being one for parties, Jack walked in feeling a little uncomfortable. Still, he knew both Shawn and Gus and didn't want to be rude. As they both looked very preoccupied at the moment, Jack wandered to the food table, adjusting the box under his arm. They'd approach him when they were good and ready. In the meantime he'd find something to do.

[crusades-r-us.livejournal.com]

Rian departed from her grandfather and one half of the party's main attraction, making a beeline for the grill with a heavy sigh of gratitude as she managed to charm Shawn's father, albeit gruffly, into gracing her with a double cheeseburger. Greedily diving into her first bite, she wandered over to the food table as she ate, searching for a drink when she spotted the dark-haired man with a box under his arm, glancing around somewhat helplessly.

"Uh...hi!" she chirped brightly, waving as she swallowed a bite of burger she'd been chewing. "Um, are you looking for the hosts? I think Shawn's still over there." she offered, pointing. "No idea where his husband is...sorry, I just saw you with the box, and...yeah. Me. Babbling." Laughing, she wiped her hand on her jeans and extended it to him politely. "My manners are horrible...I'm Rian, Rian Baxter."

((OOC: Rian is the granddaughter of Artie, my OC TM pup...I also write Sawyer. Hope you don't mind me jumping in to play...Rian's been getting vocal. :P))