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WHO: Shawn Spencer and the City police department.
WHERE: Police department.
WHEN: Monday morning.
WARNINGS: Rule 63?
SUMMARY: Psych-Man plans on working for the police and waltzes in like he owns the place! Oh, and he got turned into a girl.
FORMAT: Paragraph.

Shawn was expecting to wake up that morning with the Bangles stuck in his head and plans brewing for make money quick schemes. He was starting to settle in, rolling around in the mattress until it was at least somewhat broken into. His kitchen smelled like pineapples and his bathroom smelled rotten. He slept naked, because he saved his clothes for the day which was the same set he was ported in. He only had a few dollar bills and that was mostly spent on candy and soda to get him by.

And Monday was the week day to get things done, because he could not stay still forever. He had a few cases in line, a P.I. office to open, a city to take by storm, and a police department to bother. So, he woke up bright and early for once thanks to his communicator's alarm (not so different from a cell phone only more modern and sleek). He was filled with energy and pineapple juice and as fresh as he could be until he noticed something different. Something outrageously different that made him panic and swear at first before shaking his head and laughing it off as a dream, a hallucination, an illusion (because Lyra could do that).

He couldn't hide in his room. He had to go on (moolah was needed and entertainment). He pulled on his usual clothes (baggier or tighter depending) and walked down to the City's police department without a care and without a worry. He walked in on "official police business" and they must have been desperate, because they lead him into the station and Shawn grinned at the familiarity of officers, detectives, yuppies walking around with case files and (in Lassiter's case especially) gun holsters.

"GOOD MORNING UNIVERSE," he shouted in a high, feminine voice with his thin arms outstretched and shirt hiked up above his hips.

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Lassiter wasn't doing too much at that particular time. Just going over the various files he had accumulated in attempt to catch up on every single goings on he possibly could.

He heard a disturbance from down the room, but he ignored it as another of the weirdos from the city. He was getting rather apt at that, and he wasn't being that weirded out by the strange things as easily, either. He was feeling quite proud of it.

So he read on, placing a key post it note here or there.

Saitou, on the other hand, did not appreciate whatever racket had just waltzed itself into the station, groaning under his breath and wiping a gloved hand over his face. He had barely gotten enough sleep last night as it was, what with all of the commotion going on from the entire City either switching genders or powers or both and constantly calling about complaints and...

Some days he really hated civilians. And by 'really hated' that meant moreso than usual.

Though hopefully someone else would go take care of the racket, as Saitou was busy overlooking his own open cases and had no time for trivial matters.

Edited 2009-10-13 05:50 (UTC)

He surveyed the are for his favorite Lassiface. One thing he instantly noticed about the station though was that everyone looked like a hard ass. Back in Santa Barbara, they at least at Buzz to brighten up everyone's morning and bring them coffee. Juliet was a shining beacon of hope. Even the narcotics guys weren't too bad. Lassiter had the stick up his ass, but in here, it looked like everyone was suffering from anal blockage.

He walked casually down the hall, eyeing the lady cops and the guy cops and not many officers cracked a smile. He passed the desk of an Asian guy looking like he needed a shot of ecstasy and then there was the detective looking like the Monopoly guy.

"Carlton~" Shawn called out as girlishly as possible before sprawling across his lap.

She was sitting at her desk at the time, which was, Atsuko Jackson's self-imposed schedule considered, really not all that common. Her thin shoulders were hunched over all that fucking paperwork (she was starting to regret not giving a shit when Edgeworth started talking), her face tilted slightly downward underneath the weight of her own hair, and she'd been progressively sinking towards the temptingly flat surface as the morning went on. Even with the coffee, she'd pulled a ridiculous shift last night, and she was almost about to call it a day and take a nap in some abandoned office when she heard whatever the fuck that was supposed to be. She (due to playercestuous reasons) had been out patrolling during the Gutsucker fiasco, but Atsuko had still seen the wounds after the fact, and she'd hear McClane screaming over the comm, and the way people --the point was that they were on edge. Anyone could be a sick monster here, no matter how innocent they looked. They always forgot that. She'd forget it in a week or two, but right now she was tense as hell.

The other point was that when the screech echoed it, her head jerked up immediately and comically. Eyes narrowed, one hand at her hip, she glared over in the direction of the offender; none of the rest of them seemed willing to deal with the cause, even though Lassiter... had him sitting in... she wasn't even going to go there. Fine with her. Leave it to the woman who couldn't even change tenses in English without sounding like an idiot; great plan.

"Please shut up," Atsuko said. Simple. Elegant. She liked it.

Lassiter was more than startled when his chair was pulled out (and evidently his report-reading-monocle was knocked off) and he suddenly had a lap full with a strange woman. He gaped, a little too taken aback to do anything at first. He couldn't hit her, he had gentlemanly notions, of course. His gaze swept across the room, both pleading for some help and looking on in embarrassment that this was going on in front of Saitou and Atsuko. This wasn't the best way to garner respect, having some floozy flop her bottom in his lap.

He held up his hands away from her and leaning back, trying desperately not to touch her as much as possible. He had the vague notion she seemed very familiar, but he was too freaked to dwell on it. First thing's first, get her off him. "I'm sorry . . . miss, but this is highly inappropriate and, ahem . . . can you please get off?" He said that with more threat then politeness.

Well, apparently the racket he'd thought would be gone by now, as many false hopes Saitou had, had made up her mind to annoy the new 'detective.' Saitou once again sighed through his nose, glancing to Atsuko once before putting down the case file he was looking over and lighting another cigarette. Somehow this felt like it was going to be a long day...

People were casting him glares. Shawn could feel them burn into his skin, but he didn't mind the heat. Police officers had to abide by the law too and if any of them decided to pull a gun at Shawn, Lassiter had a fast draw and even he did not want to kill him dead (most of the time).

Shawn smirked at afro lady and Asian dude, winking playfully before throwing his arms dramatically around Lassiter.

"You don't---you don't remember?" He batted his eyelashes, deciding that this genderfuck stuff might not be so bad if he could at least get a rise out of his frienemies. "Our passionate night in the Arabia, the satin sheets, the caaandles."

Insert heaving bosom here.

He was coming very close to panicking, trying to convince everyone in the room with his gaze that he is most definitely not a man like that, "I have never been to Ara--!"

Suddenly it dawned on him. That was definitely a woman's voice, but it's aggravating tone and bad acting were . . . He grabbed the woman by the shoulders and pushed her back to look at her proper, and there. There it was. The bloody hole in the thigh of the pants.

"Goddammit, Spencer!" he shouted, shoving hard enough to propel the gender-bent man off his lap and to the floor. "God, you would be affected this stupid gender issue that's been going around, wouldn't you?!" He pushed his chair further away from the fake psychic.

Edited 2009-10-13 18:43 (UTC)

She had just. Been staring. Silently, for no real reason.

Well, at least that explained some of whatever the fuck was going on.

"That's happening again?" she said quietly, aiming the question more at Saitou (it should be more of a concern for him anyway, given his theatrics last time it had gone around) than either of the borderline retarded manchildren. This was Lassiter's... fight? Could she really call it a fight? Whatever it was, it was clearly his to take care of.

There was quite the commotion going on in the main office, more so than usual. As a detective, she felt it her duty to investigate. If Elisa were a bit more honest with herself, she knew that she was just curious. She wasn't sure what to expect, but it certainly wasn't an absolutely livid Lassiter glaring at a woman on the floor. Glancing over at Atsuko and Saitou showed they were just as... taken aback as she.

"Well," Elisa interrupted. "It seems we have a guest today. Who wants to introduce me?" She looked down at Spencer, and offered her a hand up.

Shawn jumped on his feet like a cat. He smoothed down his rumpled shirt and pulled up his bloody pants and shook his head at the detective. Around them, more officers were poking their head in and looking at them curiously.

"Now, is that any way to treat a lady?" Shawn tsked before turning his attention to the ladies piping up and making themselves known. Afro lady looked a little scary, but hello hot new woman.

"Shawn Spencer at your service. Normally, I'm more masculine." He introduced himself, grinning and bowing. "I was the head psychic at the Santa Barbara police department. I hear you might need some help here?"

"Normally more masculine?" Elisa raised an eyebrow at that, but then, it was the City. "Good to meet you in person, at any rate, Spencer. I'm Detective Elisa Maza. I see you've already met some of the other officers."

She shot a look over to Lassiter. "At this point, I'm willing to take help from any avenue, especially when it comes to a person like the Joker. Why don't you and Detective Lassiter come down to my office so I can brief you on what we're really dealing with here."

"Usually he's a man, he means," Lassiter stated coldly, giving Shawn a look that said he would treat him exactly that way if he was to remain a lady.

He didn't miss that look directed at him. He had the tact to just slightly glare back at her for it. "Time will tell how much help he can be here," he muttered, trying not to sound like he had even the smallest respect for Spencer.

"Ah. More City weirdness, then." How quickly she had adapted! She was highly tempted to roll her eyes at Detective Lassiter, but resisted. There were other things to do.

"Well, let's just see how much help he can be of right now. If you two would follow me to my office, please? There's a psychotic clown on the loose and I'm very interested in what he had to say to you."

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I guess this is posting order?

/I apologize for the hideous/

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FUCK I WAS SO SICK YESTERDAY I'M SORRY GUYS /late to shit forever :(

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