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.

Comments

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

I'm Scott.

So, did like, the town pay for this stuff? You said they "sent it" to you? Some one else mentioned some thing like that. I uhh.. Didn't pay much attention because, honestly, they were rather boring. Like, I'm trying to find out what happened to my clothes. Does this "sent it" business have anything to do with that?

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Pay? I actually think they sent it from home, man. I mean, this is the exact same laptop as I left it before I got here. Apparently every once in awhile they'll do that, just send ya stuff from home. Even intangible stuff, for all those people who have crazy powers that Mayfield took away. I'm still kinda new here myself, but I guess I've been here long enough and already experienced enough of the weird shit they do in order for them to send somethin' back. So maybe someday they'll send your clothes? Man, wouldn't that be nice. I'd kill to have some sneakers or sandals or somethin' back.

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

.. Waitaminute. So.. None of my things are HERE?

[Honestly, he didn't own very much. Aside from his bass and clothes, Scott's valuables didn't amount to a large number.]

If I don't have my sneakers and shirts, how do I get them back?!

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Nope, they take everythin' from ya. Sucks. As far as gettin' back, like I said, ya gotta be patient I guess.

[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.

[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.

[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]

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.]

[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.

[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..?

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Wow, ya really haven't had much of this explained to ya, have ya, man? Everyone's got a role here to play. They put guys over eighteen as dad and husbands in these fake little families. Ya might even have a job assigned to ya. I did.

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

A job?

[You've gotta' be kidding? How is it he's got a job here and he can barely hold on to one in the "REAL" world?]

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I know. It only gets worse the more I talk, don't it? They made me a high school math teacher of all things. Dunno what they were thinkin' there.

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

So I've got like.. No choice in this?

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

'Fraid not, my friend. If ya don't go, they brainwash ya into it, or so I'm told. I'll admit I haven't had the cojones to risk it yet. So if ya get a call in the next coupla days askin' why ya'll been missin' work, now ya know why. That's what happened to me.

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

The world is a scary place. Even more so than usual.

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

My world I could handle. This place? Well... I'm sure we'll get used to it eventually, man.

[iflifehadaface.livejournal.com]

Well, thanks Quinn, man. At least I bumped into some one cool my first day here.

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

No problem, dude. Hey, we're all in this mess together, right?