17th Fix

[technohippie]

[Thanks to being at stage three, Quinn really messed stuff up with his best friend in town. He's wrestling with a lot of feelings that a chill and in-control guy like him never deals with normally, and still being under the secret-blurting effect, really wants to get this off his chest to someone. The problem is that he doesn't know who to go to, and he doesn't really want to start blurting out more secrets and ruining more friendships today. Oh, but he really does want to talk, doesn't he? Thanks, Mayfield.

What Quinn will be up to:

A) In the garage at home, doors open, playing with all his electronics as usual. There's music playing, but it's not blaring this time. The ashtray on his table is overflowing with cigarette butts. Quinn's just making himself look busy, tinkering around with no real goal in mind. He'll be using his technomancy, talking to his electronics about his problems, but they don't really get it.

B) He'll be stopping in to check on his buddy Scott Pilgrim, who, from the last call he made, sounded pretty bad off. Knock knock at 2242 Stevens Road.

C) Out at the grocery store, restocking on cigarettes. And maybe some beer. And keeping his head town to hopefully avoid people! Quinn looking nervous and worried is pretty unusual to anyone who knows him.

D) At night, Quinn's at the park, laying at the grass and looking up at the stars. His laptop is next to him, and he has his headphones phones on and a cigarette in his mouth. This is his best idea on how to shut off both the world and his mind for awhile, but that doesn't prevent anyone from approaching him.

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[getsciencedone.livejournal.com]

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[There is now, a knife, being held, to your neck. It may not be her "deadly neurotoxin" but GLaDOS has picked up a new second favourite weapon here. Her face is suddenly....a lot more deadlier.]

Really? Well then. I think we really "will" be having a talk now.

What do you know about me?

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[And thanks to the truth gas, he just comes out with it all. rapid-fire.]

Oh God don't kill me you're a video game where I come from, okay?! I've played it before and that's how I know who you are! But there's a lot of people here like that! Video games, comic books, movies, people who are fiction are real here and you're one of them! A-And if you kill me that's gonna gonna change that fact!

[getsciencedone.livejournal.com]

[Okay that get's her to take the knife away.]

A video game?

Either you're an incredibly stupid spy for Black Mesa or scientist or your making that up.

I'm not fictional.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

... you must really be distracted if you didn't see me coming.

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Obviously not as you are very much real right now, but where I am from, you are. GLADOS, I can't lie, not now, I swear to god that you're not the only one, either! I don't know how it works but that's how it is here!

[getsciencedone.livejournal.com]

[Looking at him.]

Alright then, I'll take your word for it.

Now then. What do you know about me?

[evers-hacker.livejournal.com]

["A v-"? ... a v-... And this is where having spent 5 years living with perverts comes in handy, cause a-ahahaha, she understands.

So April just nods.] Are you gonna talk to him when the whole spilling your guts thing has stopped?

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Eyes closed, music on, world off, man. 'Bout the only way to get away from it all in Mayfield, ya know?

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Okay, well, uh, the game is like, a puzzle game. First person. And the tests you're running a-are the puzzles we the player have to get through using the portal gun and stuff. B-But it's pretty evident through the whole game that you're... corrupted or something and you killed everyone in Aperture and at the end the objective is to destroy you, and you play as that woman and there's all the stuff like the sentries and the cake and neurotoxin and I swear it's just a game and I don't know all your dark secrets or anything, please don't kill me!

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

I wanna, but I don't know if he'll let me.

[getsciencedone.livejournal.com]

[Thinking that over and not really paying attention to what she says next.]

Oh stop begging. I'm not going to kill you. I'd never hear the end of it if I killed you for that.

[The ideas he was talking about was strange though. A game...she supposed the women must be Chell....and of course the objective...]

And the objective is to murder me. What a pleasant game.

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, ya kinda went nuts and killed a buncha people, while putting the main character through hideous tests.

[He hangs his head now.] Like I said though, where I'm from, a lot of people are from games, movies, and I mean for God's sake, Bugs Bunny lives in town. Makes ya wonder.

[getsciencedone.livejournal.com]

They deserved it.

[Why is she even arguing.]

And there's nothing wrong with my tests. They're just ...slightly lethal at times.

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Look, I honestly don't wanna argue on it. The whole situation has been freakin' me out since I first met you, but I was too damn scared to do anythin' cuz I didn't want ya to find out 'n' try to kill me.

[evers-hacker.livejournal.com]

You won't know unless you try! And hey, it might all work out.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

I don't know. I can think of a few other ways.

[getsciencedone.livejournal.com]

Fine then.

I only came over here anyway to tell you how the turrets were doing. But I guess you only helped me with that because you're afraid of me.

[Why yes, the psychotic machine is offended.]

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Well, not all of us get to be big intimidatin' robots, but if I could fly off into space or whatever? Right now? I'd so be there. Man, wouldn't that be a great idea? "Screw your crap, Mayfield, and see ya next week!"

[He grins and chuckles, but it's half-hearted.]

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

I'm gonna try. Otherwise I'll worry myself to pieces over it. And I don't think I gotta tell ya I ain't usually the worryin' type.

How've you been holdin' up, anyway?

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Actually, that was more curiosity than anythin'. I couldn't even imagine what ya needed my help for. That, and I'll never miss the chance to talk to somethin' new.

[He shrugs a little.]

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

I can't fly. I'm ground-based.

[He tilts his head.]

... But yes. If I could, I probably would.

[getsciencedone.livejournal.com]

[.....]



You really are strange.

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I know. Hear it all the time.

[ooeeooahah]

Yeah, Mama's side of the family tend to be guardians one way or another. I've got lots of family near military bases because most of them join up, then settle down near their last assignment. Have a few diplomats in the mix, social workers and police. I'm one of the first full-time doctors in a couple of centuries, even though there's been a few brujas, houngan and shamans that have some healing talents on the side.

[ she takes a long pull form the beer. ]

I'm curious, but I'm really trying to not ask any more questions.

[getsciencedone.livejournal.com]

.....

Have you met Chell yet?