People say I'm lazy dreaming my life away

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For the record, Quinn will never be overt about it. He will never outright say anything but it may affect the way he acts around your character. He also won't recognize every fictional character. Quinn loves action movies and games the most, with some sci-fi too. So if your character is from, say, Downton Abbey or Breath of Fire, he's liable to not recognize you. But if your character is from those genres or a household name (like say, Sherlock Holmes), then he will.

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[Quinn has spent the last few days helping his roommate get back on her feet after some jackass called Black Mage hit her with a lightning spell. He's also spent the last few weeks tucked away in his garage all the time, tinkering around, watching movies or playing music. He's not sure if drowning himself in his possessions is making his homesickness and loneliness better or worse, but for now, it's all he has. Today, Mayfield adds to this - a large box with his name on it arrives. He's not sure what else they could be sending him after a year here, but inside is something that makes him cheer as he opens it! He grabs the box and runs into the garage, immediately scrambling for the phone. There's some fumbling as he picks it up, speaking quickly and out of breath.]

GUYS. MY PLACE. RIGHT NOW. 339 Brady Lane. Garage. Xbox, games, controllers. Get your butts over here!

[He'll also be hunting down his housemates to play as well. Feel free to call him back, or just come over! If you do show up, you'll find him sitting on the loveseat he's pulled into the garage, and is sorting through the games he's got. You have to be careful in Mayfield - he's already met several people who, to him, were just characters in games and movies. So it might be in his best interest to tuck away his copy of Fallout 3 and a few others, for now.]

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[Later, after his fill of multiplayer games, Quinn will be heading to the tavern. He's in a good mood and wants to be around more people. And, well, this is Quinn. He may or may not be trying to pick you up. Yes, you. Pretty much anyone. He will start off, though, by walking into the bar and proclaiming:]

A round on me for everyone!

( Preamble! )

For the next few days Quinn will be up to the following things:

[1) Quitting smoking, going cold turkey. It's not the best way to do it, especially when you have a 2-packs-a-day habit. At home and at school, he'll be noticeably, uncharacteristically irritable. That ever-present cigarette not being in his mouth might be a clue to the observant.]

Okay, today in class, everyone's just gonna sit quietly and... read. Or somethin'. Whatever ya want, so long as it's quiet. Sound good?

[2) Jogging through the neighborhood. No, it's not a joke. Well okay, maybe it is, because it's pathetic. He's trying really hard, but he gets about two blocks before he's leaning against a lamp post, wheezing and sweating.]

This is... bullshit, man. People seriously... do this... every damn day? For miles?

[3) The garage doors of 339 Brady Lane are open as always, the space Quinn has converted into his hang out and shop. The giant TV is currently playing a movie. It's Cloverfield to anyone who knows it; to anyone else it's a shaky camera movie involving monsters and a lot of screaming, stupid people. Quinn only has it on for background noise, though. He's got parts strewn all over the table, as he's dismantled dozens of appliances and machinery. He's currently standing in front of his laptop, doing inventory on what he has. Feel free to stop in.]

[4)Speaking of laptops, in the mail Quinn gets his next regain - his first ever computer, given to him when he was only 8 years old, right after his technomancy powers came to be. Baffled as to why Mayfield would send him this, of all things, he gets a good laugh at it. You might come across him in the garage, playing around with it, smiling the whole while.]

[This morning, a very large package arrived on the porch of 339 Brady Lane with Quinn's name on it. He looks at it for a moment, but the wonder doesn't last long - he knows exactly what it is. Gleefully, he skips off into the garage and runs back out with a hammer to pry the huge box apart. Inside is a massive flat screen TV, 60 inches long. Anyone inside the house or nearby can see this, and hear him exclaim with you upon seeing it. You might even find him just standing there with his hand on it, silently, happily.


Later, in the garage, you'll find him with it all set up, a few more chairs added for viewing pleasure, the laptop hooked in and playing movies. If he's not watching anything, you might find him just standing there with his hand on it, silent and smiling. This would probably look creepy to anyone who doesn't know he can talk to machines.]


[PHONE CALL: open, filtered from drones:]

Hey! Anyone out there interested in watchin' some movies, we can finally move off my dinky laptop and watch 'em on a WAY better screen! And I got a better collection by far, anyway. 339 Brady Lane - bring a chair and some popcorn, and come any time. I'll be out here all day.


( Call filtered to Cyuss Warren )

[Phone call filtered from NPCs/drones]

Hey everyone. Now that things are hopefully quiet again, I have some news for ya'll. I know I ain't the only one with some computer stuff here. Besides my laptop and iPad, I just got some servers back from home. Those along with Ruri's crazy futuristic super computer should be enough to get us all networked together! Now, if ya don't wanna, I understand, cuz ya have some sensitive materials ya don't wanna share on your machine. It won't be full access anyway, ya only have to share what ya want! So if you're interested, lemme know, and we'll get to work on it. I wanna see how many people we've got to work with. And if ya get a computer in the future, just gimme a call and we'll get ya hooked up. My name's Quinn.

[Never mind that he could use his technomancy to easily access whatever he wanted on your computer. OH WELL. He won't mention that part.]

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[Action: Quinn about town! You might find him in the following places:

- He's standing outside the barber shop, wondering if he should get a haircut. He hasn't had one since getting to Mayfield, and that ponytail is well past his shoulders now.

- At the department store, looking over the appliances and talking to them. Yep. You might find him talking to the display models (so long as they're plugged in/have batteries). He'll have them in his hands and will be talking quietly and pleasantly to them. Mostly he's looking for anything he might be able to disassemble and use for spare parts, but making some new friends is always nice.

- Later that night, he's at the tavern, having a few drinks and talking to anyone and everyone at the bar. He's been a bit lonely lately, and he wants to make some new friends! Or just get laid. He might be hitting on you. Yes, you. Anyone.]

[Phone call filtered from NPCs/drones:]

Good mornin', Mayfield. This is just your friendly reminder that I'm closin' the Prom Queen 'n' King ballots tomorrow night. Make sure ya hit up the box either in my classroom or my garage before then, if ya haven't already!

So, how go things for this otherwise? My thoughts are that we probably need more food, now that it seems most of the town's turnin' up for this thing. And how goes the decoration committee? And ya'll got your fancy clothes ready too, I hope. Even I'm turnin' up in a tux, so ya'll got no excuse!

[There's a brief pause. Quinn doesn't have a date yet, and in the last few weeks, nearly half of his friends in town have been droned for what looks to be for good. Talk about a bummer. There's a quiet, uncharacteristic sigh on his end before he speaks again, cheerful as ever.]

Hey, anyone still need a date to this thing? If ya can believe it, yours truly is still available. Cyuss, what about you? April, you're comin' to this thing, right? I ain't against the idea of a blind date, either! Get back to me.

[Phone call: filtered from the usual NPCs:]

Hey hey, Mayfield! I have a proposition I know ya'll can't resist. See, I work at the high school, and I've heard all the drone kids whisperin' about prom comin' up. 'Cept, if ya ask me, a prom fulla drones sounds about the lamest and creepiest thing ever. So I'm gonna hold our own prom without 'em! Shouldn't he too hard to keep 'em all outta our hair for one night, right? Oh yeah, for those of ya'll who come from places that don't have it, the prom is a big formal dance that high schools usually have in the spring. Usually they're pretty lame, but I know we can make it awesome.

I'm gonna use the school gym, and make it Friday the twenty-ninth. And it ain't just for high school students. Anyone can come! But I ain't lettin' ya in if you ain't dressed formally. Don't tell me ya got nothin' to wear - there's plenty of shops and people who make clothes in this town. It's still the prom, so I'm expectin' ya to all look good!

Now, I got music covered. I've got my DJ stuff, laptop fulla music, and speakers. So we're good there. What I'm gonna need is people to help with set-up and food, makin' decorations. Ya know, tables 'n' chairs, makin' the place look good, and then a nice li'l prom dinner. Drinks 'n' things, too.

What ya'll think? Sound good? I know ya'll can never have enough parties in this depressing place, so let's do this! Get the word out, cuz I wanna see as many people as possible there too. Let's see... we'll need a theme, too. And a vote for prom king and queen - I can do that at the school. Let me hear your ideas, guys!

[Phone: filtered from NPCs:]

Hey, guys! Just wanted to let ya'll know that the forge in my yard has been ready to go. It ain't much, but it does the trick. Not too bad for a guy who's never even seen one outside of a Renaissance Fair if I do say so myself! Thing is, I've never built anythin' like swords or whatever before. Computers and electronics are more my thing. So's there anyone out there who does? I collected some scrap metal from cars and such around here to use. Be glad we're in the 50s, when cars were actually still made outta metal. We can start meltin' 'em down and stuff, but I dunno what to make the hilts or whatever out of, or... well, anythin' else about aswords. I hate to say it, but I'm a little stumped on where to go from here.


[Action:
Quinn's been in a great mood ever since he got the courage to open up his latest regain. It's one of his favorite guilty pleasures, mostly because through his technomancy, iPads are fun to talk to. He can be found walking around town with it, sitting with it at the diner, or in the high school faculty break room... however, he doesn't even need to touch it to have it do anything. Apps and images zoom by without him needing to move a muscle, thanks to his ability. He looks positively tickled to have this thing back. And he's so absorbed in it, he might not hear you talking to him at first, or he might walk right into you. It's a good thing he's so tall, so you can see him coming...]

[Phone: Call filtered from drones/NPCs:]

Mornin', everyone! Seems like we got our latest flock of new people floodin' in. First, my apologies ya gotta be stuck in this place. Second, I can fill ya in on some of the details if no one hasn't yet. Third, and this one's for everyone, I'm hostin' a party this Saturday night at my place! It's for Valentine's Day, but it's also a good time for all the newbies to have a meet 'n' greet. Get to know your neighbors. All ages, too!

My name's Quinn, and I'm at 339 Brady. Party starts at 8, and there's gonna be live music so get ready to dance! Oh yeah, it's BYOB too, but we should hopefully have enough for everyone. No dress code either. Wear whatever ya like!

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[Action: In Quinn's homeroom class a few days ago, he was instructed by school administration to hand out some career surveys to the class. He turned them all in once the kids gave them back, only to have them returned by the admins a few days later, assigning everyone generic Mayfield jobs like mechanic or teacher; most of the girls even got "housewife".

He looks them over while at his desk, frowning at them, before balling them all up and tossing them into the trash.]

Well that was a waste of time. Sorry, guys. How about ya tell me what it is ya wanna do for a living once ya get outta here? Or that ya do already, since half of ya'll ain't kids anyway. I know none of us wanna be Mayfield drones the rest of our lives!