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technohippie) wrote2011-07-15 08:31 am
technohippie) wrote2011-07-15 08:31 am
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17th Fix
[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.
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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Ya look like ya wanna talk but don't wanna talk. I know the feeling.
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T-the ash is bad for the equipment, you know.
[ She seems surprised at herself, grabbing a beer and curling up into a chair (If Quinn hasn't found a couch to drag into the garage) and close her eyes, listening to the music. ]
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[Beer and a chair. That sounds nice. Don't mind while he does the same.]
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The smoking's bad for your health too, but I think you know that.
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Smoking is that much of a turn-off? I mean-- Crap. Wow.
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[ Congratulations, Quinn! There are people who would have bet money Ilsa never blushed. ]
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[Foreheadslap. Nothing's restraining that part of his brain anymore.]
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I dunno... I swore off second-hand tobacco after Sam, and he was really good at hitting the right spots.
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Geez, I really gotta stop doin' that. I really don't wanna do more damage this week.
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More damage?
[ Yep, she asked a question. (/killer beaz soundebite) ]
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[ She knows better, but can't help it... ]
You told him a truth you'd been hiding.
[ She sighs, and takes a drink. ]
As a psychiatrist, truth is what I try to help my patients find. But it has to be their choice.
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I dunno if a psychatrist'd be able to help when all I did was tell that I really, really wanna sleep with him.
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[ She takes a drink, considering. ]
If he says no, do you think you two can still be friends?
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Pretty much I don't think he's gonna talk to me ever again.
[He looks pretty sad at that thought.]
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[ She drains the last of the beer, and considers. ]
It might not have been anger. It could have been frustration. Or panic.
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Mighta been all three. I told him the reason I never said anythin' was because I thought he'd punch me or somethin'. That only made him madder.
I really thought he would, ya know. Otherwise I woulda said somethin' sooner. Ain't like me to be afraid of askin' anyone that. I dunno why I was with him.
[A sigh.]
Man, I really screwed up.
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Don't... ah, thanks.
Maybe your subconscious was trying like hell to make sure you didn't screw it up before you proposed?
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[ Ilsa smiles, and gets up to get another beer. ]
I don't know if it's worse if you're raised monogamous or not.
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[He pauses.] ...Did I seriously just say that?
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[ She gets a beer for both of them. ]
What, the first above the harem isn't a mate? Pfft. It's what I'd call...tng...
[ She visibly restrains herself. ]
Dangit. I haven't asked him yet, even. I ought to. After I tell him about the family.
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Caution: teal deer crossing
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