4th Fix

[technohippie]

[Quinn Hatch is, by nature, a people person. A party person. Mayfield is way too quiet and boring for his tastes, not to mention that he's a bit lonely and homesick. Working as a teacher has kept him busier than he thought it would, and the daily grind tough on him. Today though, he's calling out to chillax! You may find him:

1. Working in his garage on Brady Lane. From within, his regained laptop and stereo system are set up and are positively BLARING music at a drone-unacceptable level. He looks quite content though, working on something in there with some newly-acquired tools. The music is all different kinds - rock, metal, dance, rap, Quinn listens to it all. Come rock out/find out what he's doing/complain?

2. Later in the evening at the tavern. He doesn't want to drink alone, and you look like a good-looking friendly stranger! Look out, because he's sitting down next to you. If you're nice enough he might even buy you a drink.

3. Later that evening, stealing car parts. That might be your car he's harvesting. Whoops! He was meaning to get drones' cars, but who can tell in the dark, or after you've had a few too many. Double-whoops. But as far as he knows, it's the best and really only way to collect what he needs to build things.

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[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Who knows. The kid is like from 2000 years in the future from me, so maybe that's a hip name in space. [He laughs.]

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

Muh.. Muh.. My games.

My wrist bands *sniffle*

And my cool tee shirts.

[Actually, the games weren't even his. Essentially every thing that Scott was in possession of belonged to his room mate, but there was no sign of that guy around AND there certainly was no sign of his significant other in town.]

Patient? How can one be patient when Pac-Man belt buckles hang in the balance?!

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs.] I know how ya feel. 'Specially about the games! I'm glad they sent this computer, but it doesn't have any games on it at all. My games are on a separate one. But what can we do? This town kinda does what it wants in that regard.

[the-bloody-road.livejournal.com]

Depends what you think is good. None of these drinks are like what I'm used to, so if you're looking for personal recommendations, I don't have any.

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Pretty much everything I've tried has been kinda lousy. Especially the beer. I'm startin' to worry that it's all bad.

Yeah? So where ya from then, man?

[the-bloody-road.livejournal.com]

A world called Expel. You probably haven't heard of it.

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Nope. But honestly, I won't have heard of any of these other worlds, but that doesn't mean I don't like hearin' about 'em. What's it like?

[heartstar-blues.livejournal.com]

Yeah that's true.

Unless they keep giving me stuff from alternate realities.

[rivercrossed.livejournal.com]

Hi there, Quinn~ So what's your job, anyway?

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Mayfield seems to think it's to teach calculus. Talk about a drag. But really I'm a technomancer! I guess that's not really a job, but it's what I do. People hire me for my powers, and I do all kindsa work for my family.

[sveariket.livejournal.com]

..'n yer class h're?

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Yeah, my job here's a teacher. I'm not so fond of it, but it's not like I had a choice. [He shrugs.] I'm dealin' though. Who knows, maybe ya'll end up in my class one day!

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

Wait.. So is like.. The town a "person" or a "group of people" who are just gigantic dicks? How did they get me here? And if we're stuck here, are there any good Tex Mex restaurants here?

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Group of giant dicks. It's gotta be a lot of people to run somethin' like this. I dunno how they manage to pull us all here, except with maybe a whoooole lotta magic.

Man, I wish. All I've seen is your usual 50s dinner, and some kinda French restaurant.

[the-bloody-road.livejournal.com]

...I think it was destroyed right after I left.

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

.. No Tex Mex?

[Scott drops to his hands and knees, hanging in his head low in despair.]

No games, no shirts, no wristbands.. No Ramona.. No making out..

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

...Oh. Ouch. Sorry, man. Raw deal. Well uh, at least ya got outta there in one piece, right?

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sorry man, there ain't much good 'bout this place. It's a pretty raw deal all around.

That your girlfriend? Double raw deal then, man.

[He... pats you on the shoulder. There there, fellow nerd. There there.]

[rivercrossed.livejournal.com]

Yuck, maths...I never understood that stuff. I don't really understand what a technomancer is either, but alright~ You get hired? Is it easy?

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

.. What should I do?

[Scott could feels the bonds of nerdom radiate, and an enternal friendship of nerdiness was made that day.]

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

There's only two things we can do, really. Either try to get along with all this weirdness, or just to rebel and break outta here! Personally, I like option 2, but I'm stickin' with 1 for now until I get a better grip on how this place works. Things get a little crazy here sometimes.

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

It's easy but it ain't fun, that's for sure.

Don't have technomancers where you're from either? Geez, I know we're rare and all... yeah, I can talk to machines and computers. It's a pretty rare ability so I find a lot of people who need my help!

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

That doesn't sound like a bad plan. Well.. Hmm.. So.. I GUESS I should find my house? Hrmm..

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Should have your last name on the mailbox. They gotcha as the man of the house, right?

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

Man of the what..?