Mar 27, 2011 18:49
Chicago is sad today.
Not that they don’t have any right to be. Two people just died. They aren’t people that Shawn knew well, but Rachel Dawes greeted him when he first fell through the rift. Therefore, it’s not so hard for Shawn to say something awkward about how going up in a blaze of glory is incredibly apropos given what is waiting for her back home. He still wants to say it, mind you, but he keeps it to himself. It’s just better for all around that way.
Rachel might have had some scary friends.
Still, Chicago is sad, and Shawn is now sad with it, which just won’t do. So he does what he does best. He loads up his wiener mobile, got the grill going, and just starts driving. He’s driving all over Chicago today, with a nice sign plastered on the side saying Free Hot Dogs. Every once in a while, he’ll settle in one place for about an hour with a bag of pineapple licorice and a magazine. He’ll talk to whoever comes over to talk to him, he’ll hand them a hot dog, and he’ll generally try to make their day a brighter place.
It seems like the Chicago supernatural community could use it.
shawn spencer,
anna morasca,
tonks,
anya