Who: Shawn Spencer & Zoe When: Shortly after this conversation Where: Outside What: Trying to find a way out Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete
For lack of a better word, this place -- Serenity, whatever -- sucked. Every other person seemed to be a wacko, no one he knew back in Santa Barbara was around, and there seemed to be no answers or clues as to how anyone got here or why they were here or for that matter, anything else about this place. Everyone seemed to have experienced the same thing coming here, too, and Shawn was no exception; he had went to sleep and then woke up here, in some crappy apartment with a roommate he had never met in his life and absolutely no explanation as to why he was here. Why anyone was here, or how (or if) they were expected to leave. But that was going to change.
Shawn was going to figure this thing out, fake psychic style as usual, but with one tiny exception given the absence of his best friend: coming along with him was a girl of which the only things he currently knew about her was that her name was Zoe, she was from Ohio, and she was a short snarky brunette. It wasn't easy to do the whole insanely observant thing when he'd yet to actually speak to her face to face. Ah, well -- soon enough he'd be able to gauge her a lot better.
It couldn't have been more than five or ten minutes after their conversation that Shawn found himself stepping out of the apartment complex, casting a quick glance around him. This town really was deserted. It wasn't difficult to see, sure enough, a short brunette a few yards away; almost as soon as Shawn laid eyes on her, the cogs in his mind started to turn, watching carefully for any peculiar mannerisms first, then noticing how she carried herself, and so on as he jogged over. It didn't phase him anymore, picking apart people the way that he did -- which wasn't a surprise, given his father.
"You don't happen to be snarky?" Shawn asked nonchalantly as he stopped in front of her, though he really had no doubts that this was the Zoe he had spoken to.