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.

Comments

[striped-biceps.livejournal.com]

[Not this shit again.]

Yeah. I don't really want to talk right now, I just came in to get some booze.

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[He looks back to Cyuss, then the cart full of beer, then back to Cyuss with a sheepish smirk.] Did ya leave any for the rest of us?

[striped-biceps.livejournal.com]

There's plenty left. I'm just stocking up in case this all goes on for too long.

[Awkward.]

What'd you come here for?

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[He picks up his own dropped carton of cigarettes to show him.] The usual. I think I need another carton though. Maybe some of that, too. [Points to the cart.]

[striped-biceps.livejournal.com]

Well, this is all I came for, so I guess I should get goin'.

[Yeah. Can you feel the awkward, Quinn.]

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, he can. It's bothering him. But he doesn't want to make things worse, so he'll let you go.]

... Alright, man.