[ Okay, this is creepy. Really. Her initial shock and dread now mostly abated, Juliet finds herself bemused and… well, creeped out. Come on, how often did something like this happen? How did something like this happen? It’s like that one weird X-Files episode she once saw, about the picture-perfect, Stepfordian community that housed some kind of man-eating monster in the sewers. Or was it in the dirt? Okay, maybe not quite like that. She doesn’t know about the monster part, but what she can see from the windows of the house seems to testify on behalf of the picture-perfect bit, at least. Maybe this is all just one big nightmare that she’ll wake up from any minute now? No more pizza for her after seven PM, no matter what Shawn says. ]
So, I don’t suppose anyone here would be kind enough to point the way back to Santa Barbara? Anyone at all?
[ She tries to go for light and breezy, but the attempt to sound unaffected falls a little flat towards the end. Clearing her throat, Juliet steadies herself and speaks more firmly, like the professional that she is. ]
Or failing that, the local police station. There is one around here, right? I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t usually wake up in unfamiliar houses in quaint little towns God knows where, and in someone else’s clothes, no less. There’s a word for things like that: crime.
[ There’s a long pause before she speaks again, somewhat hesitant and a touch worried. Hey, it’s worth a shot. It’s not like her capricious psychic boyfriend has never popped up unexpectedly in strange places before. ]
Juliet O'Hara | Psych | 3/3
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[ Dear Mun post
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[ Okay, this is creepy. Really. Her initial shock and dread now mostly abated, Juliet finds herself bemused and… well, creeped out. Come on, how often did something like this happen? How did something like this happen? It’s like that one weird X-Files episode she once saw, about the picture-perfect, Stepfordian community that housed some kind of man-eating monster in the sewers. Or was it in the dirt? Okay, maybe not quite like that. She doesn’t know about the monster part, but what she can see from the windows of the house seems to testify on behalf of the picture-perfect bit, at least. Maybe this is all just one big nightmare that she’ll wake up from any minute now? No more pizza for her after seven PM, no matter what Shawn says. ]
So, I don’t suppose anyone here would be kind enough to point the way back to Santa Barbara? Anyone at all?
[ She tries to go for light and breezy, but the attempt to sound unaffected falls a little flat towards the end. Clearing her throat, Juliet steadies herself and speaks more firmly, like the professional that she is. ]
Or failing that, the local police station. There is one around here, right? I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t usually wake up in unfamiliar houses in quaint little towns God knows where, and in someone else’s clothes, no less. There’s a word for things like that: crime.
[ There’s a long pause before she speaks again, somewhat hesitant and a touch worried. Hey, it’s worth a shot. It’s not like her capricious psychic boyfriend has never popped up unexpectedly in strange places before. ]
…Shawn? Any chance that you’re here, somewhere?