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"No, I am telling you, Gus, he was trying to put you on. No giant mutant cockroach by the name of Kyle has ever lived in this building. At least none that ever introduced himself properly to me." Shawn shakes his head and rattles on the door, frowing when the key is firmly stuck in the lock. "That actually sounds familiar. Was that door broken back then as well?"

With some effort he pushes it open and steps inside, taking a quick look around. The flat is empty, nobody's been living here for years. The wallpaper hangs from the walls, bright squares color the spots where furniture is no longer and with a surprised sigh Shawn realizes that it actually stings. Alright, so he has never been truly attached to this place but he's been living here for quite some time and this place has been home for him just like the rest of the whole wide world. Finding it so bare and empty leaves a bitter taste in his mouth and he gets rid of that with a handful of Skittles. They've got work to do after all.

He steps forward, determined, he wants to figure out once and for all how this all happened, how they ended up married ten years ago and what combination of drinks they must have had that he still doesn't know. Hopefully retracing their steps would do enough to trigger his memory.

"Looks bigger now that the big purple wardrobe is gone, don't you think?"

It is hard to read parents-in-law.

I should buy him some flowers!

It is the most logical thing in the world to climb into Gus' bed. He can structure this decision, analyze it and back it up with enough evidence to make even his dad proud.

First, the couch, however comfortable, does something to his back that after a few days can be called nothing but 'slow replacement of internal bone structure'. So when he starts stretching all day long, accompanied by the soft, rhythmic cracks, he knows it is most likely time for a change.

( ... )

Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 410

Dude, I need to talk to you.

Don't worry, I sent an actor to your office. When he gets to the part of breaking down and crying openly just tell him his sins are forgiven, leave and meet me outside.

Shawn giggles when the door snaps shot. But it's alright to giggle because he giggles with offense! Which sounds pretty much like giggling anyway.

He spins his award, turning on his heels and waving it at Gus while walking the hallway backwards to face his friend. "Most clueless! I cannot believe these people! I mean, I mean look at me! Do I look like a clueless person to you? I am not a clueless person. I got it all figured out! The world, the cases, I mean, if I had been there Twin Peaks wouldn't have even lasted one single episode!"

He bumps against a doorframe and ow!s for a moment, shaking his head. "We gotta keep this out of sight. I mean, not out of sight, because clearly owning a golden donkey is just what our office chi needs. Trust me. What I mean is out of sight from dad. Oh my God, can you believe what it'd be like? Him seeing this? He'd hang around the office all day, trying to, oh my gosh, do you think he'd get the nasty idea of tutoring us?" He points at his prize. "This thing? Has to go. But at the same time hasn't."

Shawn frowns, clearly thinking before his eyes widen and he raises a finger, his face lighting up with an idea. "Dude, I got it! Go get some gaffer tape. We'll just hide what it's for, like, stick it over the 'most clueless' so it does nothing but looking shiny in the office's shelf!"

Current Mood: pleased

"Mr. Spencer."

"Mr. Jones!" Shawn beamed, shook the outstretched hand and remembered why he loathed this guy so much. It wasn't the IRS part after all. It was the fact that Jones was a hairless little monkey with a snake's face and way too perfect teeth. What snake had perfect teeth these days?

He sat down and took a quick look around. The office was ugly with boredom. Files, photographs, a woman and a little kid, some notes on a piece of paper, a letter...

Jones cleared his throat and broke his concentration. "I am sorry that this meeting is on short notice but I'm sure you realize the importance of your situation."

"Of course. Is there something wrong?"

( Spoilers for 2x11 - There's something about Mira )

Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 416

Current Mood: satisfied

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!)

Current Mood: nervous

"Dad, I know this will probably be a shock for you and terribly hard to believe but the Dark Ages expired sometime before Benji Big Frank invented lightbulbs."

"Shawn, save your breath and keep grinding."

( ... )

Current Mood: annoyed

Who knows the language of flowers? Or a florist?

Need approximately 500-1000 flowers. Price must be reasonable. And with reasonable I don't mean The Fabulous Life reasonable. Any help would be highly appreciated!

Current Mood: jubilant

Can't believe it's been ten years.

Current Mood: touched

(OOC: This is the pickup to a longer storyline we are looking forward to like hell. I can't even squeal in caps because I am too stunned by excitement. Oh. My. God. Nobody can probably imagine how much we are looking forward to this. Which, in fact, might play on for a while.)

It is the rule of every book. Of every movie, of every video game, of every TV series, be they good or bad. But it is the rule. The rule that the Ordinary Days, so ordinary the have to start with capital letters, are always turning out to be most eventful ones.

So, knowing a lot of movies, video games, TV series and even a bunch of books, the rule of Ordinary Days is very well known to Shawn Spencer. Therefore he could, or should have known that something was going to happen.

Instead, he is hanging around the psych office, waiting for Gus who is still at work but promised to grab something to eat on the way here. He sits on the couch, flicks through a bad program, is blinded by the horrendous sight of something bare-chested that definitely wasn't human anymore and decides that talk shows aren't really the best way to kill boredom.

When it knocks at the doorframe he is actually relieved. Maybe they're getting a case after all?

( ... )

Current Mood: shocked

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