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[Nov. 1st, 2008|06:11 pm] |
Who: Shawn Spencer and Carlton Lassiter
What: IT'S A MYSTERY! Shawn has no clue what Lassy wants. But he's going anyway cause his sense of curiosity is much stronger than his sense of self-preservation.
When: Backdated a bit cause Aki sucks and got swamped with stuff.
Warnings: ... Dunno yet. I'll get back to that later.
Shawn stood outside of the address Lassiter had given him, his brain racing a mile a minute as it contemplated exactly WHY the cop with the most reason to hate him ever demanded his presence. It could be a trick that ended up with Shawn in handcuffs and not in the happy fun way either. It could be for a case... but that was kinda laughable. Shawn was pretty certain Lassy didn't have any family members who would need impressing in this universe either.
What could it be.. what could it be... The question was frustrating the hell out of him and he kinda liked it a bit. Schooling his expression for the utmost innocence he could get out of it (it might come in handy) he walked up to the entrance way and knocked on the door. |
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[Mar. 14th, 2008|07:34 pm] |
Who: Shawn Spencer and Greg House
What: Dickin around watchin movies. Guy stuff
Where: Shawn's big empty place
Warnings: NC-17! Totally joshin ya. Um prolly just language. They're foul mouthed.
"One medium with everything on it and one medium Hawaiian. Nah, I don't need drinks. That much? Kay. Thanks." Shawn hung up the phone, tossing it to the side of him on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table. Grabbing the remote, he idlely began flipping through channels, looking for anything that might be vagely entertaining enough to distract him until his guest arrived. No point in starting a movie that would probably get veto'd as soon as 'Stein got here anyway. |
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[Feb. 23rd, 2008|03:46 pm] |
Who:Shawn Spencer and KITT. Yeah the Car. Fr SRZ.
Where: Vegas baby! Bellagio to be specific. Shawn's a dork like that.
What:Drinking... more drinking... probably other things after the drinking... Val Kilmer is hot. Sue us.
Warnings: I'ma gonna go with a hells yeah on that one.
Shawn was a dork. A total dork. Not that he'd ever admit it, but there is something inherently dorky about having a date with a former car, a suped up ride that you worshipped as a kid, in a hotel that you specifically picked because of its movie history.
He sat at the bar, nursing a vodka soda and waited for Val KITT to arrive, wondering for the millionth time if this was a really good idea or a really really bad one. Especially the drinking part where after a few, he might not be able to resist... |
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[Feb. 14th, 2008|03:05 am] |
Who: Karen Davis, Caleb Angel and anyone who wants to be there.
Where: The hospital Karen's been at.
When: Starting at around 9:30 A,M, today.
What: The birth of Landon.
Warnings: Tense situation?
Pete sat with Karen as nurses busily buzzed around him, prepping for her to go to surgery in the next half hour. Her bed was surrounded, now, by balloons, including some he'd brought earlier in the morning, blue and white with silvery ones that read 'It's a boy!'. There were cards on the tables by her juvenile patients, some of which containing picutres of her with them over the years and weeks before this day. He looked at those, sighed, stroking her hand between his. Caleb was "scrubbing up", and he already had his scrubs on, it was just a matter of time.
A nurse said something about them being ready, awaiting Dr. Chase to take her down to the OR. He nodded, glancing at his daughter, brushing some of the blonde strands from her pale face, which was visibly thinner. He glanced over to the bathroom door when he heard Caleb come out, and worked up a smile. "We're just waiting on Dr. Chase."
[OOC:For those who want their pups to be in the waiting room, start a new thread in this log, so Caleb can come and greet y'all's kids in the waiting room ;).] |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2008|10:58 pm] |
Who:William Zane and Samuel L. Jackson
Where: Billy's place.
When: Dunno, earlier.
Warnings: None. BFF talk, that's it. Some grr, angstyness.
After talking to Shawn's. . sister online, Tesla, erm, right, anyway he found out the. .oddly familiar address. He went, and his jaw only hit his lap when he had already parked. It was Lassiter's house. He shook that off as best as he could too and got out of the car, hurried up to the door and knocked, put on his determined face and waited for Shawn to answer the knock, which Tesla conveniently ignored by picking her earbuds up and popping them into her ears. |
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[Jan. 31st, 2008|09:55 am] |
Who: Shawn and Dr. Frilly Underpants Himself
What: An evening of fine wines and cheeses. Well, maybe the whine...
When: Last night before a certain mun fell asleep...
Warnings: Maybe language? Shawn has more sexual morals. Shocking I know.
Shawn sat at the far end of the bar nursing a drink while he waited for the Dragmeister to show up. A dive bar in LA suited his mood as of late pretty damn nicely. And it had to be LA cause even the dive bars in Santa Barbara were a tourists idea of heaven and anywhere else was a bit too far away to get home to teenage anchors in time. He liked Tess a lot... but boy was she some serious bad timing. And maybe a reminder of something that wasn't gonna happen now... |
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[Jan. 11th, 2008|01:06 am] |
Who: Karen Davis and Shawn Spencer (erm, the original? Aki!Shawn.)
Where: His place, ders.
When: Later today. Afternoon-ish.
What: Bonding and other fun things that BFF!Sibling types do.
Warnings: There will be fluff. Disgusting and adorable amounts.
Why?: Because it's Friday, dammit, and we've waited over a week to play them!!!
After leaving an hour later than she'd planned and indeed making a Gamestop run before jumping a Portkey, Karen dropped off 10-15 Wii games intended for both House and the girls (to hopefully save his sanity even the tiniest bit) at the apartment they were at. Keep thy boss happy. From there she stopped herself from stopping to get coffee (it took a lot of willpower, ok?) and found herself at Shawn's door. Pausing before knocking she thought for a moment, then rapped on the door several times.
"I have little doubt that you aren't already at the door, Shawn. Either way, open up. I might have a surprise for you." She did indeed, but the contents of the tote slung on her shoulder would have to bne a secret just for that added "shock" value. Wincing at some clicking sounds she turned to see a group of photographers standing out closer to the street and she managed a smile at them, turning back to knock harder a couple of times. "Ok if you're sitting on ZMT waiting for the pics to show up, I'll hit you with something, Shawn, I didn't bring my bodyguard dude. We can look at my new life as an online tabloid princess together, they posted a video yesterday of my telling them to move the fuck out of my way." |
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