Who: Tesla Spencer, Logan Echolls, Jeremiah Parish, all invited.
When: Tomorrow, Sunday, September 21st, 4:PM UTC (Coordinated Universal Time, pplz)
Where: The beach, Santorini, Greece.
What: Nuptials.
Warnings/Status: Swearing, if anything, maybe drug or underage alcohol consumption but let's all try to behave and make this go smooth, it's gonna be crazy enough :P. In progress.
How it works: Please to see my OOC post in the OOC comm before commenting, it should be up within five minutes or so of posting this. Some order will be needed for this to not get too crazy to play.

I apologize in advance for the length of this prompt and do NOT expect replies to match this, there's just a lot of stuff to get us all to an even point.

( I could stay awake just to hear you breathin'. Watch you smile while you are sleeping, while you're far away, I'm dreaming, I could spend my life in this sweet surrender. I could stay lost in this moment forever, for every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure. . )

Who: Carlton Lassiter and Shawn Spencer.
Where: Some drink place in Santa Barbara.
When: Earlier this evening.
What: Smoothies.
Warnings: Eh, swearing probably, I'll edit if it gets worse.

A date. Great. Shawn had sucked up the nerve to suggest they not just get together and have shameless, vigorous sex, he wanted to go on a date. Lassiter sighed as he drove onto the street that the little shop he was meeting him at was located on, glancing into the rearview mirror once again to double check that he didn't look like a complete idiot.

He parked on the street, popped money into the meter and walked inside, giving the place one of his cool, careful scans before spotting Shawn. He made his way over, managing an awkward smile before sitting down. "Hi."

Who: Detective Carlton Lassiter and his mystery date. Aka Shawn Spencer.
Where: A nice little Chinese place in Santa Barbara California.
When: Wednesday Evening.
What: Jules has been an evil, evil little girl.
Warnings/Status: Uh swearing? Man!Angst. Nothing serious I do not think.

Carlton walked into the restaurant with a sheepish expression, adjusting his tie for the fifteenth time before he walked over to the hostess and asked what table he was supposed to be at. She pointed without looking and he thanked her with a grumpy little sound of acknowledgment, before he turned to walk in that direction. He froze, when he saw most of the tables that way were vacant, save one, where his not-so-psychic enemy, scratch that, arch-nemesis was sitting by himself. He was entirely not in the mood.

He walked over with purpose, stopping to glare down at Shawn so when he looked up he could see how pissed off he was. "Spencer, I'm hardly in the mood, whatever this is, it can wait. I'm supposed to be meeting someone here and I don't know what you had to do to get my whereabouts from Detective O'Hara, but I am not amused!"

Who: Burton "Gus" Guster, Myrene Carnegie and probably Shawn Spencer.
Where: Myrene's place in New York.
When: This evening, now.
What: A job interview probably gone awry.
Warnings: A flustered Guster, likely. Nothing serious. Shawn's shenanigans do deserve a warning of their very own though.

Making sure his best friend wasn't anywhere nearby when he did, Gus used his Godbox/Cell phone to appear in front of Myrene's house, pushing off the urge to be sick (that always happened for a few seconds after he uses one) before straightening his jacket and walking up to the door of the lovely two story condo, knocking three times (with measured paused between each rap) before stepping back with his arms folded behind him as he waited for her to answer.

Who:  Logan, of course, Shawn and his pineapple, Tess, Gus, Veronica, anyone else who wants to play X-Box and eat fruit salad except for Carrot Top.
When: Tonight
Where: The Grand in the crappy version of Nepture.
Rating/Warnings:  Probably lots of subtext and swearing so I'm going with R.
Status: Whatever.

There were about 5 fruit baskets arranged carefully around Logan's suite, bananas and pineapples and oranges and the whole room smelled like suntan oil or an explosion in at a fruit stand.  Everytime he looked up Logan saw a fruit basket and the sight of them made him grin.  It was nice to have something to smile about for a change; Veronica had warned him but the sheer suckage of this Neptune surprised him.  Twice he had been picked up and knocked around by Vinnie's deputies, and there was no Dick and Veronica seemed to have disappeared into the aether.

Which was a perfectly good reason to throw a party.  Logan could think of none other.  He was already deep into Call of Duty, waiting for whomever to show up, and was actually kinda excited to meet Captain Awesome and the lucious Tess and even if Veronica showed up he wouldn't fall into the epic trap.  Two beers down, still on his first life -- Logan had to grin with the fun of it.

Who: Shawn Spencer and Death
What: Movie Watching, Bonding, And Hopefully an Explination of Vortexes and Fictional Characters...
Where: Didi's place since Shawn doesn't really have one yet.
Warnings: Um... Probably gonna stay at PG, unless Shawn's wiles really are irresistable... but I doubt it. *snerk*


Broadway. The most famous street in all of the Big Apple. Shawn hadn't been here in years, but he still remembered things, places. He was about a block away from City Hall Park, and it sounded like a good place to meet a cute chick for movie watching at her place. He'd have to track down Gus later (hopefully much MUCH later. Like next morning/early afternoon later.)

Finding a nice, unoccupied bench to sprawl out on, Shawn waited and scanned the crowds for Didi.