Who:Juliet O'Hara and Olivia What: confusion and wtfery. Where: The cafe she mentioned When:Today Warnings: tba, likely none.
Jules thought she was going crazy. It was logical. An evening spent dangling off a clock tower in Santa Barbara about to be severed by giant hands was likely to do that to a girl. It was the most logical explanation she could come up with at the time. It was better then the things that she'd seen on those message boards, though not by much. If she was hallucinating from PTSD it was unlikely she'd be allowed back on the force and back to work any time soon, and if it were real..well demons. 'Nuff said. Neither was a very grand option. All she wanted was a warm bed. That Eliot guy had told her there was a mystery magical complex where free beds were given. She was once again, a skeptic.
She always had prided herself on being down to Earth in the past, but this? This was not in her inner how to manual. The only things she had on her was a badge, a gun, her wallet, cell phone, and car keys. What to do, what to do? She couldn't find her car, but that's because she wasn't in Santa Barbara anymore, and that's where she remembered leaving her car, but at the same time if this were a prank Shawn could have set it up and her car would be around the corner. He wasn't that cruel. So the young detective got up from the cafe and headed around the corner. Still no car.
She hesitantly reached for her cell phone and dialed the Psychic detective's number. "Pick up Shawn..please pick up." She trailed off into the speaker, but the phone on the other end was dead. Shawn's phone was never dead. Infact he didn't even know how to turn it off. It always rang at the most inappropriate times, and he always answered it. Even if it was the middle of a meeting, or important event. Juliet felt her heart sink. Shawn was still the last person she wanted to talk to after the event with Mr.Yin and him choosing Abigail, but she was desperate. She tried Gus. Shawn's partner in crime. Same end result.
"This is bad.." She stood in the middle of a side walk in that strange city for what felt like a century. Unsure where to go, or how to begin. She had an address, but she didn't know the streets so not even the GPS in her phone would help this time.