Open House Apartment Post

[psychette]

A message from the mun: This is sort of an open house post. Anyone is welcome to drop in or out to see her apartment, say hi, and eat food or play video games. Psych muses are especially welcome. Slow or fast RPing, either is fine.

Jackie switched off the vacuum and surveyed her handiwork. The apartment was clean from top to bottom, from kitchenette to sofa. (she'd even dug out an old lollypop wrapper that she was sure had been stuck there sometime in the 80's when the couch was sold to her dad...and $1.10 in change) Jackie wrapped up the cord and stuck the vacuum in the closet out of the way and shut the door.
Let's see....the apartment is clean, check...
....goodies were made, double check...
She even had Uno and Twister standing by if things got too boring...
Jackie swiped one of the oreos off of the plates of snacks she had set buffet style along her kitchen counter. Chips, cookies, and soda of various kinds. Munching on her cookie, she hopped over the top of her couch to set herself right in the middle of it contentedly. She clapped her hands dramatically over her head as she laid back on the couch. "Music!" Her music player attached to the clapper under the tv kicked in, her own mix cd blend of 80's music, the beatles, and Gerschwin jazz. "Perfect," she said with a smile. Picking up her nintendo controller, she turned on her snowboarding game that she'd been trying to beat earlier that week. Nothing much to do till someone shows up I guess, she thought to herself as she guided her female character down the snowy video game slopes.

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[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

Why was it he was running errands for O'Hara? She was the one who wanted to talk to Spencer about the not-case involving the wedding planner, it was a waste of time, as far as Carlton was concerned. He was getting far too indulgant with his partner lately.

He suspected that she had some ulterior motive sending him about asking for the so-called psychic anyway. And he wouldn't be running around if when he'd rung his cell, it hadn't started ringing in his desk drawer. O'Hara had just given him a look and he didn't want to know what kind of thought was running through her head about why or how Shawn's phone had ended up there...

Following several leads, it was the general concession that his subject would be found at this address. Drawing himself up smartly, he knocked on the door.

(ooc: I don't think Lassie has met her yet, has he?)

[psychette10.livejournal.com]

Jackie swallowed her cookie fast, dusted off her hands, and jumped up to answer the door.

"Who is it?" she asked, peering through the keyhole.


(ooc: nope, haven't met each other yet :))

[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

Carlton rolled his eyes. "Santa Barbara PD," he answered as he flashed his badge at the door.

(ooc: ^_^ Gonna be patchy answering coz I'm going out today...)

[psychette10.livejournal.com]

*eyes widen at the badge in the small circle lens she has her eye up to*

Quickly she claps off the music, mentally running through her head what this could be about as she worriedly opens the door. Parking tickets? No, those were paid up. Had she run a stop sign without knowing it? No that couldn't be it....

*Opens the door*

"Um...hello. what can I do for you officer? I didn't think my music was that loud if it's the neighbors..."

(ooc: no worries, it's going to be up all weekend, probably longer, and I'm probably going to bed soon)

[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

It shouldn't have been a surprise that a woman answered the door. A young, pretty woman. It wasn't fair, either, the twist in his gut when he first saw her face.

"No." He shook his head, frowning. "I'm looking for Mr Shawn Spencer."

[psychette10.livejournal.com]

*eyebrow raise*
"Shawn? He's not here right now. But I was pretty sure he was heading over here sometime today, not sure when...


Is he in some sort of trouble?"

[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

"No, he's in any trouble... Not any more than normal, at least."

He fidgetted in the hallway a little. "What time are you expecting him?"

[psychette10.livejournal.com]

*tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear a bit nervously*

"Not sure, I mean, Shawn pretty much comes and goes without warning really..."

She noticed him fidgeting impatiently a bit. "Oh goodness, I'm being rude. Come on in." *opens the door up wide and stands to one side*
"You can wait for him if you like, I texted him this morning about coming today. I could text him again that you're looking for him."

[det-lassiter.livejournal.com]

"'Yeah, he's a bit of a Tom cat, isn't he?" Carlton muttered as he slipped through the doorway.

Poking around the room for no real reason but habit, he looking over his shoulder at her. "Oh, you won't get an answer from him, I have his cell."

[hates-cliches.livejournal.com]

Jack walked up the door and was about the knock. Should he really do this? She was good for a laugh but...he sighed to himself. It wasn't as if it was a date or anything. And was sure he wasn't the first person there.

He knocked and almost hoped she was too busy with other guests to answer the door.

[psychette10.livejournal.com]

*door opens and the music from her mix CD comes through before she does*

Jackie's smile brightens when she sees who it is. "Hey there, come on in. I'm afraid there's not too many people here yet but there is food in the kitchen and we've got nintendo and wii games if you're up for a challenge at virtual snowboarding."

[hates-cliches.livejournal.com]

Jack took a few steps in and saw that Jackie's definition of 'not too many people' was slightly different to his. She was right about the food and the games but there were absolutly no other body in the house.

"T-Thanks. Yeah."

Jack walked over and sat down on the sofa, looking slightly uncomfortable.

[psychette10.livejournal.com]

"I know, it's a small apartment but its nice. They said 'ocean view' in the ad for it." Points out the large double windows on one side of the wall. "You can see it, but only if you stand up and look wayyyyy out there."

*realizes this could get awkward fast with just him and her and decides to leave the door open so it doesn't get claustrophobic or anything*

"Help yourself to the food, that's what it's there for."
*Points at some old school gun controllers for nintendo sitting under the tv* "Ever play Duck Hunt?"

[hates-cliches.livejournal.com]

Jack nodded at everything she said but didn't speak. He didn't know what to say. He noticed what she did and realised what he did know. He need a beer.

"Got any beer?" Jack's voice was gruff. What was wrong with him?

[psychette10.livejournal.com]

*flushes slightly* "Er....no, I'm afraid not...I don't drink...

*rats she was worried this would happen*
*gets up and goes to the fridge to peer in*

I do have Jones Soda...the cream soda version tastes awful if that would help...



I also have turkey gravy flavored but I haven't been brave enough to try it yet. Someone gave it to me as a gag.

[hates-cliches.livejournal.com]

"Sounds good. I'll try the turkey gravy." Again his voice was slightyl gruff but he coughed to clear it.

Turkey gravy sounded disgusting but thats what he needed right now.

[psychette10.livejournal.com]

"Ooookkkkkkkkk...." *grabs it and a bowl of chips for good measure as she walks back to the couch*

"You are a braver man than I...but don't say I didn't warn you..." *smiles as she hands it over and she opens a can of coke for herself*

"So...have you been able to talk to Meredith yet?" :)

[dial-a-psychic.livejournal.com]

It was the middle of the afternoon, the sun shining bright in a fairly warm winter day, when Shawn parked his Norton in front of Jackie's apartment. He took off his gloves and grabbed the Taco bag he had picked in his way to her place and jogged to her door.

"Miss! Your order of awesomeness is here!", he said as loud as he could -he would have shouted, but Jackie said she wanted it to keep it down- he knocked her door.

[psychette10.livejournal.com]

The door opens and Jackie is standing there with a wry smile. "I don't believe I ordered any awesomeness, are you sure you have the right address? I was expecting a psychic cousin with a side of gus."

[dial-a-psychic.livejournal.com]

"The awesomeness comes for free with the psychic cousing, ma'am. And no Gus yet, he's incredibly busy with some stupid homework from his stupid second job...", Shawn said, muttering the last sentence. Then he showed her the bag he was carrying. "But I brought Tacos if that's of any help."

[psychette10.livejournal.com]

Yummy, tacos....*swings the door wide* Come on in. This is the place, all 40 square feet of it. And...*claps twice and tears for fears begins to sing Shout over her cd player*

[dial-a-psychic.livejournal.com]

*follows her into the living room, dropping the Taco bag on the coffee table before dropping himself on the couch and resting hsi feet on the little table* Nice place, baby cousin. Also, *points at the stereo* Very nice touch there.

[psychette10.livejournal.com]

*motions for him to toss the bag and catches it in midair on the way to the kitchen* There's hotdogs and chips and such in here if you're hungry.
*grabs one of the tacos and bites into it hungrily* Mmmmm...

[dial-a-psychic.livejournal.com]

Oh! I could really use a hotdog right now! *gets up and follows her into the kitchen* Do you have chocolate syrup? Captain Crunch?

[psychette10.livejournal.com]

*begins to answer but stops to do a double take*

...if I say yes, are they going on your hotdog?

Oh, and I'm really glad you showed up because...*pulls a pineapple from the fridge and sets it right on the counter*...I have NO idea where to begin to cut that.