02 ∞ Mabel?

[the-spenstar.livejournal.com]

[Out of nowhere, Shawn bounds into the Astral Plane carrying a very large stuffed purple bear that says "HUG ME" in bright green letters on its belly. He plops the bear down and stands there for a minute, seeming quite satisfied with himself- his usual big, toothy grin in full force.]

"So! Interesting story." [He announces to the Astral Plane and gestures to the bear.] "Mostly involving guns...and this..giant, purple stuffed bear I've affectionately christened Mabel."

[A pause.]

"As of yesterday's County Fair, I am officially Santa Barbara California's 'sharpest little shooter.' With a gun."

[He's even got demonstrative evidence- the gun used. He raises a clear, plastic neon squirt gun and pumps the trigger twice with a finger, giving two 'squirts' straight up into the air.]

"A big responsibility, I know. But I'm mostly confident I can handle it. Please, at your whimsy, feel free to come closer and admire the sweetness." [He flips the water pistol on a finger and hooks it on his belt in a rather showy fashion.] "I am, after all, not really armed."

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[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Sounds brilliant. [Grins] Any reason why you named it Mabel?

[the-spenstar.livejournal.com]

It's Lebam. [raises a finger] Backwards.

And I'm Shawn. [turns the finger to point at his chest] Normally I prefer to meet people out from under the old solar system carpet, but this should be just fine for now. [offers his hand] And you?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Lebam?

[Takes his hand and shakes it] Rose. Nice to meet you, then, Shawn.

[the-spenstar.livejournal.com]

Yes. Lebam; which is French for 'The Bam', I believe. But ...

[releases her hand and raises his own to his right temple. He closes his eyes and sucks in a dramatic breath, before suddenly exhaling - his eyes popping open again.] I'm getting a very strange vibe that we've met before... [pauses to look away briefly, and then right back.] or perhaps this is a premonition... [trails off and reaches out, turning his hand over.]

No... [wiggles his fingers]

OH!

I'm...seeing sea gulls. And whales..!

Submarines!

[he pauses to turn a crab-like palm with hooked fingers slowly upwards.]

Ah!

I'm getting - You are... or at one point were.. [he offers a short intake of breath, and then flattens his hand to his chest.] From Earth!

[he folds a little, as if the 'vision' exhausted him. Although it hadn't been too difficult. She had an accent, after all. Few others here had accents at all - let alone a European one.]

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Gives him a slightly concerned look] Earthling, born and bred, that's me.

You all right?

[the-spenstar.livejournal.com]

Better, now. [he says, with a boyish smile.]

But you'll.. have to forgive me. [and back to the faux awe of his 'mystical man voice'] I should have told you; I am a psychic. Born and bred. The presence of the spirits here in the 'Plane is especially strong. I've been finding myself getting hit by visions quite often.

And violently.

...Smacking.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

A psychic, huh? I've never met a psychic before. Well, actually, the Doctor's a bit psychic, but he doesn't get visions. More like looks into other people's heads. Same with the psychic paper.

...smacking?

[the-spenstar.livejournal.com]

[arches an eyebrow] Afraid I haven't gotten the 411 on psychic paper - where do you buy it? Psychic Staples?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Laughs] Alien Staples might be more right. I might actually have one....[Digs around in her pockets and produces a piece of psychic paper]

[the-spenstar.livejournal.com]

[This would be Shawn, accepting the paper and staring at it somewhat blankly. He gives it a shake in an attempt to get it to do its 'thing'.... whatever it's thing is, anyways.]

[After a minute, he looks up from it.]

...I think this one's out of juice?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Yeah, it doesn't usually work if you've got psychic training or something. But if I think something and show someone the paper, what I was thinking shows up on the paper.

[the-spenstar.livejournal.com]

[:O]

..... Offf course it does. I was just testing you. [He says, happily, and then turns back to the paper. Closing his eyes, he webs his fingers out over the paper and forms a very distinct picture in his mind.... When he opens his eyes and takes his hand off of it, it's a picture of Rose in huge, pink sunglasses. And we're talking unnaturally huge - not just Paris Hilton huge.]

Good look for you, I think! [Smiling, he hands the paper back to her.]

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Laughs] I'll keep that in mind next time I need a new pair of sunglasses. I'm sure I can find a pair like that somewhere in London. They've got everything here.

[the-spenstar.livejournal.com]

Honestly, that sounds like San Francisco to me. Although the anything? Extends to people.

Sooo not kidding about that, either. Yesterday I saw a fire breather on stilts. Now, I don't know about you, but breathing fire on wooden stilts and in a billowy dress? Really?

[Furrows his eyebrows, and hesitates.] ..Have you ever been the states?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I saw something like that, 'cept for the dress, in Covant Garden once. Right next to a knife juggler on a 10-foot unicyle. Completely mad.

A few times. Once, in Utah, 'cept I was underground the whole time. And I went to New York last year.

[the-spenstar.livejournal.com]

[he makes a small face at the mention of underground] Tell me you don't mean... [decides to suspend words for the moment and makes a rather distinct 'flushing' hand motion.]

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Blinks] You don't mean the sewers, do you? Oh, no no. There was this huge underground museum and laboratory in the middle of Utah.

[the-spenstar.livejournal.com]

Fascinating!

But! One question. You were in Utah, right? My internal..compass sensors are telling me that's somewhere near Nevada - Nevada: read: Las Vegas. In other words, partying, poker, and blue men three of them.

..So knowing that, why did you decide to go to a museum instead? [Eyes her curiously] You big on dinosaur fossils and stuff?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Someday, I'd like to go to Las Vegas. I've heard it's fun.

But I didn't choose it. The guy I was traveling with, the Doctor, said he'd picked up a distress signal or something. It was an alien museum, not a history one.

[the-spenstar.livejournal.com]

Fun is an entirely drastic understatement.

[at mention of a 'doctor', Shawn looks around the Astral Plane over his shoulder.]

Uhh, are we talking the 'open your mouth and say 'ahhh' kind?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Is it?

Nah, that's just his name, The Doctor. He's a bit of an alien, so I guess that's a normal thing where he's from.

[the-spenstar.livejournal.com]

Who-hoa there. [curiosity, piqued!]

You mean a real deal, true blue alien? [Shawn eyes Rose, trying to figure out if she's pulling his leg or not.]

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Well, he's not blue, but yeah, definitely an alien. Looks like us, but he's got two hearts.

[the-spenstar.livejournal.com]

.......[He's clearly trying to think up something clever to add. A pun, maybe.]

..Nope. [shrugs] I've got nothing but B.E.P references.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

B.E.P.?