1st Psych-Out, multi-choice

[pseudopsyience]

1. Action: Bedroom of 1645Albright Lane, dawn.
[Early morning. Shawn doesn’t normally wake up at dawn, but something about the angle of the light as the sun comes up is just wrong enough to make him blink awake. Huh. He doesn’t feel nearly hungover enough to not remember how he got into some strange woman’s bedroom…in fact, that whole black out

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[nineheadaches]

[Molly was, not for the first time, going a little stir crazy- though one could hardly blame her for said affliction, what with an immaculate clean house and only two people to harass into eating pot roast- and thus decided to take a stroll downtown in search of a nice hat. While she could not abide being kidnapped, she could still appreciate nice hats.

And then she caught a young man staring in such a confused manner that she was reminded of her dear Arthur and his first meeting with a toilet plunger]

If you keep your mouth open like that, you had best be prepared to catch flies with it.

[pseudopsyience]

[Shawn blinked for a moment at the woman who’d addressed him. Random British women. Maybe it was the Twilight Zone. If nothing else, he could take comfort in the fact she’d either prove to be the most trustworthy person alive or his secret arch nemesis come to destroy him (the only two roles really available to Brits these days). Considering the thankful lack of spandex or five inch heels, he was leaning towards the former. Even if the hat was a little suspect.]

First, the flies here aren’t made of sweet, sugary goodness, are they? Tangy, fruity deliciousness is also acceptable. That would be one point in bizzaro landia’s favor.

[nineheadaches]

[ Molly was beginning to wonder if this man was quite mad ]

Do any flies you know of find it appropriate to be tangy or full of- what was it? - fruity deliciousness?

[ a tiny frown ]

I do quite believe that is not a word, young man.

[pseudopsyience]

[Only a little.]

Nope, but no flies I know of live in the 1900s. Well, I say know, but, really, how well can anyone be expected to know something with that short an attention span? No consideration, that's what's wrong with the flies of today.

[He pauses for a moment.]

Tomorrow. Whenever the early 2000s fit into this etch-a-sketch of a picture.

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[gdisnowpatrol]

[ Izzie, carrying a ridiculously oversized basket of assorted muffins stops, takes in his expression, and starts glancing around in a similar manner.]

Okay. What now.

[pseudopsyience]

[Shawn's expression goes from confused to ecstatic fast enough to give less mood-swing experienced men whiplash. A pretty blond with muffins. Nay, muffins with a pretty blond. He skips the last foot or so over to her to close the distance and smell that cakey goodness.]

Do you know the muffin man?

[gdisnowpatrol]

[ Izzie scowls and takes an immediate step back ]

I do know that I have an oatmeal raisin in here that's overcooked enough to give you a concussion.

[pseudopsyience]

[Shawn holds up his hands, all innocence]

Hey, hey. Don't worry. I don't know him either. I've heard through the grape vine he's kind of a jerk-wad, though. With terrible taste in shoes. Nothing like the very sweet, kind, forgiving, lovely muffin lady.

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[likescats]

[Hey it's a skeleton walking by.]

[pseudopsyience]

[Shawn gives the only response a grown man can give to such a sight. He stops dead in his tracks, slaps his hands up to his face a la Macaulay Culkin, and let's out a long, high pitched scream that would put any southern bell to shame.]

[likescats]

[Ow his ear...holes? Anyway. Death looks over at him. Can a grinning skull look annoyed? Anyway, have a voice just arrive in your head.]

WAS THAT REALLY NECESSARY?

[pseudopsyience]

[Shawn has often been accused many times in his life of breaking peoples minds. He supposes that, in an abstract, karmic kind of way, it's only fair that it should happen to him now. Damn you, karma. He continues to just stare at the skeleton, hands still raised defensively to his face. His voice comes out at barely above a whisper.]

Are you...on the Atkins diet, by any chance...?

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[weaponsparked]

[And of course, Sideswipe only feels it's his right as a particularly pretty person to be gawked at. ... At least, he assumes he's the one being looked at. Probably not, but egotism is funny like that.

He's just sort of sauntering down the streets. Probably on a mission of some kind. Or he's just bored. Something like that.]

My. You look lost.

[pseudopsyience]

[Well, Shawn really isn't one to deny a handsome fellow, even if it does make him fluff his own purposefully messy hair a little. He doesn't miss his fake modeling days at all.]

And you look nearly unnecessarily dashing. Was Fabio otherwise occupied for the introduction to this section of Strangeville?

[weaponsparked]

[He eyes the fluffing with a slightly raised brow, and then shrugs.]

I would hardly call it unnecessary. I just always look this good.

[The expression fades, though, into confusion.]

... Was who occupied?

[pseudopsyience]

Or Matthew Mcconaughey. Shirtless, blond, some form of confusing accent to distract you from thinking about it too hard. Take your pick, to each their own.

[Shawn shrugs slightly, holding no grudges for individual preference.]

Come here often?

3 and now I have the psych theme stuck in my head.

[brightred_death]

[Grell's out of the house again, not wanting to deal with these damn drone children, when she spots Shawn. And well he is one handsome man. The sour look on her face suddenly brightens.

She approaches from behind to his right.]

Hello~ there! You look a little lost. Just arrived in Mayfield?

I know, you know...

[pseudopsyience]

You have a gift for understatement.

[He's well aware how utterly bamboozled he looks, after all. Shawn looks relieved to have a nice red head sashaying on over to him. This worked instead of a candy store.]

You called it. Day one on the dark side of the moon. I have the sinking suspicion isn't not going to match up the Wizard of Oz and all, too.

that I'm not telling the truth

[brightred_death]

[Grell didn't understand half of what just came out of his mouth, but she doesn't really need to.]

It's all a little overwhelming at first~ I've only been here nearly two weeks myself! Have you been given the rundown yet~?

[pseudopsyience]

A teeny bit. My lovely wife and lovely ch- oh, sweet Rowling.

[He had to pause, shaking his head. He actually leans forward, bracing his hands on his knees for a moment as he take a deep breath.]

This city was not designed to accommodate pathological commitment issues.