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Tweak says, "Kittehs!"

Shawn Spencer (ttly_a_psychic) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-01-16 20:13:00

Current mood:	crappy
Entry tags:	shawn spencer, shawn spencer 2s

Who: Shawn and....Shawn. :D
What: A meeting of like minds.
Where: Lassiter's place.
Warnings: None!

Shawn squinted against the sunlight as he stood on Lassiter's porch. He'd knocked (a secret knock of his own invention, of course) a couple minutes ago and was just waiting for the door -Lassiter's door- to swing open. His hands were crammed into his back pockets, and he shifted his weight from foot to foot as he waited. There was mix of anxiety, impatience, among other emotions buzzing around his head. He'd calmed since the discussion they'd had earlier, but his brain still felt a little... fuzzy. Unfocused. And to top it off, he was about to see carbon copy of himself in the flesh.

Although, in truth, he was very interested as to what the inside of his doppleganger's house looked like. He never could have seen him getting settled like this- and in a house! With Lassiter! Curiosity definitely took a little of the edge off the whole 'twin' deal. And really, who better to talk to than yourself to figure things out?

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psychyouout
2008-01-17 02:26 am UTC (link)

Shawn jumped up off the couch to answer the door at the "super sekrit" knock. Taking a deep breath, Shawn braced himself to go face to face with his new kindasorta twin.

It was interesting, cataloguing all the things about himself outside of the bathroom mirror; the clothing was the same style but not anything in his current closet. The hair was almost the same but longer and smelled different (portkeys made getting sweet kangaroo hairgel SO much easier than normal ~~legal~~ channels.)

The whole onceover (that he knew his dopple was doing too) took only a few seconds time. "Dude, get in here. I put on Top Secret! Figured a bit of goofy Val Kilmer was exactly what the doctor ordered. And it's a good thing I know a doctor or two to order it!"

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ttly_a_psychic
2008-01-17 06:27 am UTC (link)

As expected, there was a fair amount staring involved in the encounter. There were differences- subtle ones, but overall it was like looking in a mirror. A moving, breathing mirror. It should have shocked him and he knew it- but having talked to...himself several times already kind of took away the surprise of the 'oh god, another one!' phenomenon.

Plus. The man was talking Val Kilmer. For the moment, everything was fine and well in the world.

"Wait!" He said suddenly, grabbing Shawn's arm before he could vanish into the house ahead of him. "One last test to make sure this isn't that crazy vortex thing again."

He eyed his other for a second, and then arched an eyebrow so high it was very nearly comical. "What is your pineapple status?"

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psychyouout
2008-01-18 03:09 am UTC (link)

Shawn broke out a huge grin at Doublemint's (as he had taken to calling him. Possibly DM for short. The kinks were still being worked out there...) question. "Locked and loaded. You could get a tan from opening the fridge, it's so tropical in there. Lassy sprung for a delux spiffy fridge. It's pretty sweet."

Leading the way into the house, Shawn pointed out the key roadstops along the way. "Kitchen, Living room which totally lives up to its name by the way, Spare bedroom which isn't so spare anymore, bathroom, and... um... My room. Not bad for a surfer slacker PI eh?"

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ttly_a_psychic
2008-01-20 02:37 am UTC (link)

That gained a sagely nod of approval. Shawn closed the door behind him as he followed himself into the apartment. The instant he stepped further inside, he started drinking in a panoramic view of the place. It was decent, comfortable-looking-but definitely said more Lassy than Shawn. But it definitely was an improvement over the old apartment. More living space and all of that.

Although in small ways, Shawn could see his presence creeping up on Lassiter's carefully-maintained order. The bright yellow beanbag chair in the far corner drew his eyes, in particular.

"Not bad at all. Just needs a color other than green and you guy'sll be all set." Shawn joked, nodding. He energetically patted his hands on his thighs, fighting back the urge to poke into more of the rooms in the house. "So, I trust Lassy's got a nice home theatre set up?" A sneaky grin slipped onto his face.

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psychyouout
2008-01-20 03:02 am UTC (link)

If there was anybody in this world Shawn knew the best? It was himself. With a quiet chuckle to himself, Shawn shoved his hands in his jeans pockets and leaned against a doorjam. "Go on with your bad self. I know you're itching to snoop. Val is waiting patiently and I can cut up one of those fruits you were so curious about. Just stay out of the underwear drawers. Fair warning. Cannot be held accountable for actions and all that."

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ttly_a_psychic
2008-01-20 03:17 am UTC (link)

Shawn arched an eyebrow, and just smirked. He could get used to this. It was like they really were psychic.

Shifting towards the staircase, Shawn scaled it and started exploring upstairs. It felt a little weird to actually be in here- but he had to admit that he'd always been a little curious as to what 'ole Lassy kept around.

The decor was fairly modest. Neat, clean. (Except for the portions of the house that had clearly been attended to by 'himself', which were a little rumpled and disturbed.) But the clash of neat vs. otherwise was kind of nice. Comforting. And there wasn't a snow globe in sight.

For shame.

Pulling out one of the drawers in a study upstairs, he dug around in it with interest. Part of him had always wondered just how many guns Lassiter kept around.

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psychyouout
2008-01-20 03:21 am UTC (link)

Shawn started to walk towards the kitchen before a thought struck him. Moving towards the stairs, he called up them "Gun collection's in the closet! Top shelf! And put the handcuffs back! He'll notice."

Smirking to himself, he did walk back into the kitchen. The nice part about hanging with yourself was that you didn't have to worry about getting snacks the other person wouldn't like. Certainly keeps things simple.

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ttly_a_psychic
2008-01-20 03:25 am UTC (link)

Pursing his lips thoughtfully, Shawn nodded appreciatively to himself and immediately directed his search to the closet. He flung it open energetically.

And thus came an expletive loud enough to shake the house. Shawn flew back down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Dude! Did you know that he had a Mac 10? What does he even need something like that for?" He laughed, clearly impressed. Actually, right now he looked a little bit like a kid at the moment. "Any other little treasures hidden about?" He prompted, now on a mission.

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psychyouout
2008-01-20 03:35 am UTC (link)

Shawn didn't even pause mid-slice. "Yup. He's got a Big Gun fetish. And no, it's not to compensate for anything. Trust me on it." Shawn leered at... himself but it got the point across.

"He does have this weird distaste for snow globes. Haven't figured it out yet... But he's much less of a puzzle now if you're curious. And I know you are. Want a slice?" He offered the freshly sliced pineapple up to DM and then went back to slicing the rest of the fruit in front of him.

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ttly_a_psychic
2008-01-20 03:43 am UTC (link)

A grin split Shawn's face when his joke was anticipated. Instead he merely shrugged and looked off innocently- pretending to study the nooks and crannies of the kitchen.

"No, I think I'm good not knowing." He said, gratefully accepting the chunk of fresh fruit and bringing it to his lips. "Oh! But the snow globe thing? He has a recurring nightmare about them. Spring one on him, and I swear he'll flip like a Russian gymnast."

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	psychyouout 2008-01-20 04:17 am UTC (link)
	Shawn carried the plate full of slices and other assorted snacks out into the living room. "Recurring nightmare? Huh. Wonder what started that up..." He shoved aside the feeling of concern for Carlton. Wouldn't be good to get mocked by yourself. Or your twin. "So... uh movie time now? Or did you want to explore more?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ttly_a_psychic 2008-01-20 04:24 am UTC (link)
	"Top Secret, if you please." He said, with a smirk as he helped himself to a large chocolate covered pretzel. Munching on that, he flopped down onto the couch and propped his feet up on the coffee table in the living room. (Reply to this) (Parent)