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Shawn Spencer (psychic_visions) wrote in wariscoming,

Shawn was also new. He didn't realize he was in an entirely different reality until about twenty minutes ago from a cyber cafe in the middle of town. The Psychic thought it was his best friend Gus getting the upper hand on him for once and playing a trick. It wouldn't have been the first time. Though upper hand was new and unpleasant. That would explain the confusion and sudden appearance in Lawrence, Kansas. Then he was set straight and told that it wasn't a joke or a trick, and still Shawn was wary.

Broken seals, world hopping, it sounded like the formula for a terrible B sci fi movie. Still curiosity and distraction got the better of him. He was given an address and was known to take matters into his own hands, so even if it was a trick or trap it wouldn't have been the first time he was in trouble and had to call for help. He followed the streets to the address he wrote down in his chicken scratch unreadable handwriting and stopped infront of a building. "That was anti climatic. " He stated with a scruffy frown as he stopped and took a good look around.

"This your place?" He asked the girl in the formal dress. He highly doubted it, judging from the tension he could feel. But Shawn didn't like silence, so he broke it.