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2nd Case

A: Action - Around Town, early evening ]

_{[ Even though he allowed his partner to take full lead on this little investigation of theirs, Carlton can not not launch his own mini-investigation in the process.

There is always a motive to a crime, but despite being a well-experienced detective, his efforts in finding said motives are coming up fruitless - which does nothing but aggravate the ever loving crap out of him.

What's worse, he can't help but feel that O'Hara was right in saying this was right up Spencer's (and collectively, Psych's) alley. Not that he was going to admit that little fact to anyone.

Crap on a cracker. ]}

B: Phone - Later that same evening ]

_{[ Between working at the office and failing miserably with his investigating, Carlton's mood is sort of on the sourpuss side. Well, more-so than usual anyway.

First things first. He wants his baby back. He can't protect and serve without his service weapon, of course. ]}

I don't suppose any of you dunderheads would know just exactly where I could get my M1911 back, right? And before some smart-ass answers, I don't mean the ones I can purchase in town.

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Carlton.

[ One can almost hear the accompanying eye-rolling and the tossing of hands up in the air. ]

For God's sake. Manners cost you nothing and they're more likely to get you actual answers.

It's worked fine for me in the last six years, O'Hara.

Because for the last six years, you've had me with you to mediate.

_{[ Ow, she's right. ]} Right.

That being said and done, have you found anything else to use in this investigation?

[ She sighs, frustrated. ] As much as I hate to say this, nothing concrete yet. Just these random pieces of information that, while strange, don't really seem to be the smoking gun we're looking for. I did check out the City Hall while pretending to look for a job, though. This Mayor Doe sure seems to keep busy; I overheard his secretary shut everyone looking for an appointment with him down, claiming that he's all booked up for the month. Now, I'm not so sure that's the true story, but I could only stay for so long without raising suspicions.

Crap on a cracker. _{[ His own sigh is equal in frustration and perhaps a touch on the exasperated side. ]}

I went looking around town for any evidence myself and found not a God-damned thing.

No motive, no evidence, almost like there is absolutely no crime happening in this place at all, which hearing it out of my mouth sounds like a load of crap!

I know it's frustrating, but we'll just have to keep on looking. Sooner or later someone slips. They always do. In the meanwhile, I'm planning to check out this feminism club I heard about, see what those women know. I can guarantee you that modern, independent women have the best motivation and drive for finding a way out of this sexist hellhole, which means they might also have other information about the place.

[ Suddenly, she perks up. ] Oh, but I did find out something! We're neighbors, you and I. The house I'm at? 952 Beulah.

_{[ He blinks in surprise at that. ]} Really, now? I suppose if there could be a silver lining in this rendition of hell, this would be it.

[ She'll totally take that as a compliment. ] Yes, so if you think you can be nice to Ben, you're more than welcome to visit.

Why wouldn't I be nice? As long as he isn't hiding the fact he's a serial killer nor is doing anything outside of the law then I don't see a reason to be anything less than civil. _{[ so sayeth the man who draws a gun on a cat.. ]}

...Right. [ She decides not to point out the obvious. Yet, at least. ] Well, considering that he's a Jedi, I very much doubt that he's likely to do either of those things.

_{[ deadpan ]} It goes without saying though to keep on your guard though.

Given all this conspiracy theory nonsense it sounds anything could happen... _{[ a pause, and rummages through papers ]} It's almost like the Prospect Gardens incident _{[ then he grimaces since he was in said incident. ]} ...minus the amyl-nitrite trying to make the inhabitants go berserk, of course.

[ Her tone is a mix of mild exasperation and amusement. ] Naturally, which is why we don't need to say it.

Yeah, unfortunately I'm getting the same feeling about this - although, I'm crossing my fingers and knocking on wood that the people responsible for this won't take a page out of that crazy girl's book. That incident was a little too close for comfort. Poor Gus probably still has nightmares.

That makes two of us. I'd rather not see blood drip from the bathroom fixtures or sit in front of a television chuckling manically again.

_{[ a short pause ]} nor wanting to chase anyone with a sword with the intention to kill them.

Just what in the name of sweet Justice did we stumble upon...Zombie Outbreaks, the dead being reanimated...spiders in the milk, and everyone from here finds this normal, I can't even make out any idea out of what I've got sitting in front of me.

It would be preferable if that didn't happen, yes. [ She cringes a little at the memory. ] Yeah, definitely wouldn't want that for you. Or anybody, but especially you. This place is insane enough, so I kind of need you to be sane with me, here.

[ There's a long pause, followed by a sigh. ] I honestly have no idea, Carlton. It's like we're stuck in a bad horror movie. But I guess if I had to find some small amount of hope in all of this, at least we're not alone.

_{[ and he's going to run his hand through his hair in frustration again. ]} Okay, here's what we're going to do:

Whatever information we find, we'll put towards the case no matter how small and insignifigant it seems. At this rate we're never going to find concrete evidence to pin a motive as to why we're here, so anything is better than nothing.

You see what you can find from that feminism club, I think there's some prom-like event coming up soon so we should stake that out and see if we can get anything from that. I'll continue to attempt to make something out of the crap I already learned, and hopefully we can come up with some plausible reason as to the happenings here.

We should probably meet up eventually and work on this together rather over the phone too, we'd probably get more done that way.

A prom, huh? That actually sounds kind of nice. [ She banishes the wistfulness in her voice with a slight clearing of throat. ] But obviously we'd be there to work. It's a really good idea, Carlton, it'll be easy to vet people while mingling.

Right, I'll compile my notes on what little I've found out so far. You have a point, we should definitely set up a meet soon and go over everything we have together. We... probably shouldn't talk about anything relating to this over these phones, actually. They don't seem to be very reliable and we're better off not attracting the wrong kind of attention before we've even properly gotten started. I keep hearing these stories about brainwashing as a punishment for disobeying the rules and I'm not crazy about finding out personally if they're true.

Nh...Vetting people, making sure some smartass doesn't spike the punch, keeping Dagger at least an arm's length apart from her date...

_{[ He winces. Given all the crazy crap between a shark being a suspect to Adrian Viccellio trying to preform a phlembotomy to Amy trying to drive him out of the condo with poppers, Carlton has had his fair share of crazy. ]} Nor would I for that matter. Given that you're just across the street, it could be your place or mine, I'm not really picky about either, so your move partner.

See, it will be fun. You like keeping things nice and orderly.

[ There's a smile in her voice. She remembers all too well how happy Carlton was to book that bitchy blonde with the banana yellow dress - his very own date, no less - at Shawn and Gus' high school reunion. ]

It's all the same to me, too. Oh, you have one of those drones as a wife, right? I guess it depends if you can get rid of her while we go over things. It's probably not wise to have one of those things within hearing range. Or you could just come over here, it could be easier.

...On second thought, O'Hara, perhaps your house is a better choice, Providing your.....whatever you consider Kenobi to be to you, is fine with it.

Maybe we'll get lucky and get more information other than crackpot theories and lack of evidence.

I consider him a roommate since that's what he is. And I don't see him having a problem with it, but I'll of course ask when I next talk to him.

Maybe. Just don't get your hopes up too much, okay? I have a feeling this investigation is going to be more of a marathon instead of a sprint.

Given how it's taken me nearly two months to get as headway as we have., I don't expect it to be a walk in the park.

I just hope that we can figure it out before something drastic happens to the people that are trapped here.

Yeah, I hope that too. [ She sighs. ] At least our lives aren't in any way disturbed back in Santa Barbara by getting abducted here, if what that one guy told me is true. I'm not sure whether to be happy about it or not. If nobody back home will notice our disappearance, they won't drive themselves crazy with worry, but... well, they won't be missing us, either. It's kind of sad to think about.

_{[ He took comfort in that, relieved that Marlowe wouldn't have to worry herself when he didn't show up to visit her on Wednesday.]}

At least you're not alone here, O'Hara. And trust me, we're going to find ourselves out of this damn place come hell or high water. Spencer would have my head if anything but getting you out of here happened.

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