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[ This isn’t how Juliet wants to start her mornings. She prefers to wake up to the familiar sound of her alarm clock, and if he'd stayed the night, possibly snuggle up to Shawn for a few indulgent minutes longer before getting up and padding into the kitchen to make coffee. What Juliet doesn't want is to find herself in some strange house she's never seen before, with no memory of how she'd gotten here. This is the creepiest thing that has happened to her yet, and that's saying something. She has no idea who is responsible for this or how they had gotten to her, but she isn't going down without a fight. Muscles tense, she tries to stay as silent as possible as she moves slowly along the unfamiliar hallways. She's never wanted back-up more than this moment. ]

B ] PHONE | late morning | unfiltered

[ Okay, creepy. Really. Her initial shock and dread now somewhat abated, Juliet finds herself bemused and… well, creeped out. Come on, how often does something like this happen? How does 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 7 PM, no matter what Shawn says. ]

So, I don’t suppose anyone here can tell me the way back to Santa Barbara? Anyone at all? It doesn't even have to be that specific, just somewhere in the southern California region would do. Or Miami, maybe? I owe the parents a visit, anyway.

[ She tries to go for light and breezy, but the attempt to sound unaffected falls a little flat towards the end - never mind the fact that she's totally rambling. 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?

[ 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 the capricious psychic has never popped up unexpectedly in strange places before. ]

...Shawn? Any chance that you’re here, somewhere?

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I never said I believed it.

Aside from waking up in a house that isn't my own, the natives of this place being nice to the point of absolutely creepy and that I can't recall the last two weeks for the life of me? There's no evidence to prove half the crap they claim occurs here even happens!

Plus. _{[His voice perks up a little.]} Any time away from Spencer of all people might as well be Heaven. If he were here, he'd have already shown up to make my life a living hell.

O'Hara, do you have any idea where you are in town? Address, general location, anything?

Wow. In that case, I'm glad that you're enjoying your freak abduction, Carlton.

[ Yes, it's sarcasm time. Juliet rolls her eyes at the enthusiasm in her partner's tone. Not that she isn't used to Lassiter's outlook on Shawn, and it's true that Shawn could ease up on tormenting him, but still. It is her boyfriend they're talking about. She'll have to say something just on the principle of it. That done, she'll get back to business. ]

So, what; you think there might be something a lot less mysterious going on here than people are lead to believe? Drugs, maybe? That could explain some things.

[ Because she's kind of leaning towards that option herself. ]

Not yet, really. I've been kind of busy trying not to freak out too badly over waking up in a house I've never seen before. It is kind of cute, though. Maybe a bit too retro for my tastes, but-- [ Ahem. ] Anyway. I'll find out. What about you?

If it's a drug ring, It wouldn't be the first time I'd have to break one up, though if the entire town is behind it, then the more fun I'll have busting it. The Holding cell might get a little crowded, but the welfare of deadbeats isn't my concern.

Still. A mass-kidnapping, massive drug ring makes Yin and Yang look like child's play.

And to answer your question, I'm at 951 Beulah Street. _{[His voice gets serious for a moment.]} Just be careful, O'Hara.

Not to toss ants into your picnic, but it might be a bit tough to bust a city-wide drug ring. I don't even have my gun, and jurisdictional issues are going to be interesting, I bet. As in, something tells me we have absolutely no jurisdiction whatsoever.

[ Damn, she wants her Glock back. She ignores the Yin/Yang comment, preferring not to think of either one of them if at all possible. ]

951 Beulah. Got it. And I'll be careful, I promise. [ That gets a smile out of her, despite the situation. Then she clears her throat a bit, slightly hesitant. ] Hey, are there by any chance all these weird pictures and things of yourself and... oh, I don't know, people you've never seen before all over the house you're at? Say, like wedding pictures for example?

It'd be a lot better than just being a sitting duck, O' Hara! ...and if they wouldn't let me have a job as a cop, I doubt they'll let you carry a service weapon.

[Nope, he's definitely not bitter about not being a cop here!]

As for the pictures... [He looks at the ones on the wall, him being happy with Garnet and the wife having been replaced by a drone] They were the very first thing I encountered when I woke up in this place last month.

Seems as people "arrive" here, the pictures change to make them look like they've lived here all their lives. Whatever this is, it's creepy.

Be it Drugs...Paranormal mumbo-jumbo... Spencer would be all over this had he the chance.

I'm not disagreeing, I'm just... suggesting some caution. Obviously, it's something that should be looked into, but carefully. We don't know exactly what we're up against yet. [ She frowns, ignoring for now that backhanded snub. ] They wouldn't hire you as a cop? Really?

Ugh. It's incredibly creepy, that's what it is. Like some twisted version of the Haunted Mansion ride, you know the way the pictures on the walls keep changing? You're right though, Shawn would have a field day with all of this.

[ She can't help sounding vaguely amused. Speaking of things Shawn would have a field day with... Sort of. She's not sure how Lassiter's Star Wars knowledge is. ]

Well, based on these fake pictures, I'm apparently married to Ben Kenobi.

Apparently "all positions were filled", not that I ever see any around here.

_{[Carlton takes a second to register what Juliet had said...the name sounding vaguely familiar...]} The old exiled Jedi from A New Hope? _{[What? He saw it when he was eight.]}

O'Hara, as much as I know it wasn't your decision to be paired up with him, and that you love Spencer for reasons I still don't understand, allow me to say this: Euuuuugh.

Carlton...! [ The reprimand is somewhat halfhearted, but a reprimand nonetheless. ]

Figures that you didn't see the prequels. Not that you missed much, they weren't that good next to the originals. No, not the old, Alec Guinness one, I'm talking about the young, Ewan McGregor Kenobi. Well, younger. I mean, obviously it's not really either, because one is a fictional character and the other is an actor, and that would just be crazy and weird.

[ It's already weird enough without fictional characters being real on top of it all. Although... ]

But I guess if I really do have to be stuck in some sham marriage while here, a Jedi would be a pretty safe option. Hmm. [ She perks up suddenly. ] Hey, what about you? Who'd you get?

_{[Carlton's really not sure what Spencer would be more jealous about: The fact his girlfriend is pseudo-married to someone other than him, or the fact she's pseudo-married to a Jedi Knight. Either way, anyone's better than Spencer.]}

I'm stuck in a house of these drones because that's just my luck. Well, there is a girl here who appeared at the same time as I did, flipped out on thinking she was kidnapped again.

Although she's been acting like the other drones in the town lately. I have no clue what the deal is.

Yeah, I know how she must have felt. [ The delivery is wry, but she actually can fully sympathize with this girl. Juliet had the same thought herself when she woke up in this house, and it's not a fun feeling at all. ]

...You didn't get hired as a cop, and they didn't even give you an actual fake wife? [ Her voice takes on that characteristically empathetic OH NO POOR YOU tone. ] Oh, that's not fair. I'm so sorry, partner.

_{[He's going to eyeroll at your empathy]} I have a desk job, O'Hara! Either I'm still dreaming or whoever brought us here severely dislikes me.

I'm sure this is not some kind of grand, personal vendetta against you, Carlton. [ Although granted, Lassiter has a knack for inspiring such sentiments in people. Hmm. ] I think. And if that's the requirement, then what am I doing here? I am not disliked, ever. I still get Christmas cards from the people I arrest, for God's sake!

...and I'm sure the harassment charges Officer Pascaretti tried to bring against you was just her way of making friends too, huh? _{[He's teasing you, really!]}

In any case, if you're not busy later O'Hara I'd like to investigate the town further, see if we could find any clue as to what exactly is going on.

[ She makes a small noise of indignation at that, mildly embarrassed. ] How did you even know about that? [ In a mutter, she adds: ] Gosh, it was just a cupcake.

Yeah, sure, that sounds like a good idea. Anything to figure out what we're up against this time. I need to get a bit more familiar with the place, anyway.

Please, I don't have the title of Head Detective for no reason. Being that it was an inter-office charge and you're my partner, it should come as no surprise that I knew about it.

_{[Cue more teasing]} Did you give cupcakes to every new transfer when you were stationed in Miami, O'Hara?

[ She can't deny that, so she settles for a small scoff. ]

No. [ Hmph! Low blow, Lassiter. ] But maybe I should have. Cupcakes are like little symbols of friendship and caring. I like them.

_[deadpan] Don't tell me you're going to try to use cupcakes as a way to get answers here.

[ Equally wryly; ] Well, I don't have my gun, but I can still bake.

The saying is 'Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer', O'Hara, not 'Bake everyone in Mayfield cupcakes and hope we get answers'.

Do you just... hate cupcakes or something?

[ She's genuinely curious. It wouldn't surprise her if he did. Shawn would totally be onboard with her cupcake idea. ]

I think I told you once that you catch more flies with honey than vinegar. But fine, what do you suggest then? And roughing people up isn't an acceptable answer.

I do not hate cupcakes. And as a suggestion, the normal interrogation tactics we've used for years would be a start. Someone's going to crack eventually.

Uh huh. [ She's not fully convinced okay. ] Alright, fine. But Carlton, we can't just go around interrogating people right off the bat. I think we have to be a bit more... subtle with this.

Subtle.

Right. We're in a town against our will with no idea how to get back, and you want to be subtle. Fine, you can take the lead in this investigation.

_{[ Carlton doesn't mean to sound so hurt, but subtlety isn't his forté...and he can't deny that O'Hara is a damn good detective herself. Maybe she'll get answers they need. ]}

[ Though always elated to be given the lead, Juliet can't help but wince at Carlton's tone. Now she feels kind of bad. The last thing she ever wants is to hurt anyone's feelings, especially those she considers friends, but she suspects that her partner's usual M.O. will not yield the answers they're looking for in this situation. Lassiter doesn't really do subtle, that's true enough. ]

Okay, here's what. Give me some time to do a bit of discreet poking around. I'll run everything I find out by you, of course. And then, depending on what we find out, we'll re-evaluate our approach. [ There's a pause before she adds earnestly; ] I couldn't do this without your help and experience, partner.

_{[He gives a curt nod]} If it helps for now, everyone says the ones with the most power are the Mayor, the chief of police, and a little girl named Lucy Smith.

Just...make sure that you be careful. _{[Carlton's voice takes a concerned tone]} You may be a damn good detective, but you never know what could happen. I may not have my pistol, but I'm not against roughing up someone in your defense.

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