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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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Being on the outside, all I've got is theory. Think you might have been taking things slow because this time, it's that important?
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1/2
[ She sips her beer again. ]
2/2
[ Not even caring about the truths Mayfield is crushing out of her, now. At least the beer is good for that. ]
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Caution: teal deer crossing
I'm attracted to several people in town, but the whole place blows up so often there's not really a good time to approach them. I am having to step carefully around so many cultural standards, I can't tell if somebody's being polite or interested. I relied so long on my empathy to tell me these things, I have to really watch the body language, and even that can throw me off. I mean, I'm dancing around some values trying to find out if I give in to my impulse and wall him, is he going to be offended, fight it, allow it but discard me the next day, or is he waiting for me to make the first move?
[ She sags in the chair. ]
I kinda wish they weren't kidding about having a barbecue and orgy.
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Ha, seriously.
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[ She sighs, takes a sip of her beer, and continues. ]
The receptive empathy meant I could read when to back off because someone wasn't interested.
The projective empathy... I needed to lock that down tight under shields or risk manipulating someone into something they might not really want.
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[ As she says this she stretches and rolls her shoulders, sighing. ]