Shawn Spencer (
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⇐ shawn spencer | psych
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✔ Cʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀs/AU ✔ Aᴄᴛɪᴏɴsᴘᴀᴍ ✔ Pʀᴏsᴇ | ✔ Pɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs ✔ Oᴛʜᴇʀᴡᴏʀᴅʟʏ ✔ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs | ♥ F/M ⏰ Uᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ |
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✔ Cʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀs/AU ✔ Aᴄᴛɪᴏɴsᴘᴀᴍ ✔ Pʀᴏsᴇ | ✔ Pɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛs ✔ Oᴛʜᴇʀᴡᴏʀᴅʟʏ ✔ Sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs | ♥ F/M ⏰ Uᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ |
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Right now, Jules finds herself standing in the middle of a sprawling sea of bright lights, various noises and the distinct scent of... vanilla? By all intents and purposes, it looks like a giant amusement park or a fair, vaguely reminiscent of someplace like Disneyland but without all the identifying markers and merchandise. Jules is instantly somewhat wary, because things aren't always as they seem and something nasty could be hiding underneath the innocuous surface. It wouldn't be the first time. She also can't help but wonder how long they'll stay this time.
Jules raises her eyebrows and glances at Shawn (and as always, thanks whatever higher power or lucky star that he's still there with her), lips pursed. "Does this seem a little... pedestrian?"
In comparison to some of the other places they've been to lately, at least.
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While Juliet usually approaches new places with apprehension (and rightly so), Shawn falls into them with abandon, launching himself into adventure after adventure, knowing full well that soon enough he's going to be screaming like a little girl and heading for the hills while his badass girlfriend takes on the monster or creature in question. It is the natural order of things, and Shawn is not going to be the one to upset it.
But as of right now, Shawn is down the straight away, across from the super soaker game and standing in front of a vendor as he pats down his pockets as though he's looking for his wallet.
"Hey Jules!" He shouts back over the crowd. "Got any cash? There's funnel cake!"
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She could've sworn he was just there, but how is this new, again? Oh, right. It isn't. Still, it's a good thing he calls out her name before she starts to get antsy. New places always merit a little bit more caution than Shawn can be bothered to exercise, at least until they figure out what they're dealing with this time. Shaking her head, Jules makes her way next to Shawn.
"Do you really have run off like that? Or to always think with your stomach?" she asks dryly, but the undertone of amusement betrays the fact that she isn't actually surprised or upset about that one -- as does the fact that she doesn't object to digging out some spare cash from her jeans pocket and handing it to Shawn. She is the provider in this relationship, obviously.
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He takes the money for her with a smile and turns to pay for the deep fried, powdered sugar covered concoction, and taking the plate with the glee of a five year-old.
"Its funnel cake, Jules. Caution is always thrown to the wind when it comes to funnel cake." He will even hold some out for her to take, since she paid, after all.
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"The famous last words," she teases, her smile widening almost involuntarily, especially when he offers her some of the treat -- sharing things like an actual couple, aww! And she can't deny that funnel cake is just pretty damn good. Only a fool turns down funnel cake, let's be real.
"So," she pauses, wiping powdered sugar from the corner of her mouth with a fingertip, "Where do you wanna go next?"
Since they are apparently stuck, might as well indulge.
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Shawn turns and extends his attention to the amusement park at large, trying to figure out what to approach next. Fast spinning rides this soon after funnel cake were a guaranteed way to make him lose said funnel cake, and honestly - that's just a waste. Kiddie rides are far too small for him, despite many efforts he's tried to prove to the contrary. Which left either a simple, easy moving ride or the game zone.
"I am thinking ferris wheel, followed by an arcade run to be sure of an adequate digestion period, and then we hit the awesome rides."
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"Sounds good to me!" Reaching up to absently fix her ponytail, she grins impishly. "Long as you're prepared to eat my dust at the arcade, obviously."
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"I think you are mistake, Jules. You are looking at the reigning champion of the Santa Barbara boardwalk, five years running."
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Reaching out, she tugs on Shawn's hand. "But the ferris wheel first. It's looks to be over that way."
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He's not going to hit anyone either. That would be a totally lame way to spend this particular trip.]
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a truer prompt was never chosen
Sometimes being prepared for everything means having the means to defend yourself if necessary. In this particular instance, it's better if Tyler is prepared for his rescuer being entirely unlikely.
Because when you've been cornered by what looks like very angry cat people who don't seem to have taken too fondly to the fact that Tyler may be a little too canine for their taste, you don't expect them to be startled by the blare of a horn and the squeal of tires as the cavalry rides to the rescue. You also don't expect the getaway car to be a wiener mobile.
Irma squeals to a stop in a half turn that couldn't have been more perfect if performed by a professional stunt driver (though Shawn believes he is - one day on the job totally counts), but might have been cooler if it wasn't done by a giant hot dog. All the same, the cat people are startled or knocked to the ground and Shawn pokes his head out the window as he waves Tyler over.
"Dude, get in!"
Re: a truer prompt was never chosen
He hasn't seen or heard Shawn since Chicago got destroyed but he's not complaining.
"Don't have to tell me twice."
Which is why he's running to the car now, climbing in as quickly as possible.
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Once it seems like they're gaining some distance, he glances back over to Tyler, his face confused.
"Man, what were those things? It was like an Andrew Lloyd Weber musical on steriods."
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Which is a new one. Which could be cool except they were trying to eat him and Tyler likes to not be eaten thank you very much.
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... wait for iiiiiiiiiiiiiit ...
... A magical land of sorcery and spellcasting. Shawn finds himself slipped into the robes of a super powerful mage (he assumes) while Lassiter finds himself clothed in that of a barbarian. Complete with spiked club. Shawn glances around for a moment, including back over his shoulder, before turning back to Lassie.]
I think we got off at the wrong stop.
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Anyone?
Damn it all.
After all the rabbit holes the rift has sent the four of them through, Carlton's slowly growing used of being sucked into a new world without warning. Keyword: Slowly. He still wasn't exactly warming up to the kitten or the constant company of Shawn and Gus.
It could have been worse though, they could have been dumped into a bloody warzone where everyone was out for blood.
(Then again - from unfortunate experience even the most docile rabbit holes weren't always so.)
He takes a glance at his clothing and makes a face of complete disproval. He look and felt ridiculous - and if the Rift did what he's hoping it didn't - Spencer was probably going to blow something up on accident in about 15 seconds.]
Damn it.
[He too takes a glance around, hoping for any sign of O'Hara or even Guster, finding none.]
Well, We have one of two options, Spencer - we can either figure out a way back to the weinermobile, or we can figure out what in hell the rift has spat us into now.
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Oh! Oh maybe we've been chosen for some kind of grand and epic quest, and can only return to Irma once we have completed it?
I know this is early for Halloween but I don't wanna forget it
Is The Great Pumpkin a god?
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