technohippie | 18th Fix

[This morning, a very large package arrived on the porch of 339 Brady Lane with Quinn's name on it. He looks at it for a moment, but the wonder doesn't last long - he knows exactly what it is. Gleefully, he skips off into the garage and runs back out with a hammer to pry the huge box apart. Inside is a massive flat screen TV, 60 inches long. Anyone inside the house or nearby can see this, and hear him exclaim with you upon seeing it. You might even find him just standing there with his hand on it, silently, happily.

Later, in the garage, you'll find him with it all set up, a few more chairs added for viewing pleasure, the laptop hooked in and playing movies. If he's not watching anything, you might find him just standing there with his hand on it, silent and smiling. This would probably look creepy to anyone who doesn't know he can talk to machines.]

[PHONE CALL: open, filtered from drones:]

Hey! Anyone out there interested in watchin' some movies, we can finally move off my dinky laptop and watch 'em on a WAY better screen! And I got a better collection by far, anyway. 339 Brady Lane - bring a chair and some popcorn, and come any time. I'll be out here all day.

Um. Hey. Look, I have no idea if ya even wanna talk to me, but I'd like the chance, if I could. I'll be in the garage, as usual, if ya do.

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Way bigger. Five feet long!

Ah, cool. I'll be in the garage, of course. Come on by whenever.

[When Cyuss does, he'll find Quinn sitting on the loveseat he took from the house, currently curled up watching The Thing. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eO7bUebHYC4)]

[At the drive-in or whatever Mayfield has. Whatever. Cyuss comes like promised, feeling a bit awkward about it all. He'll let Quinn do the talking, though.]

So that's it, huh? [A pause.] The screen, I mean. Pretty neat.

[He was pretty absorbed, and didn't hear Cyuss approaching.] Oh! Oh, yeah, ain't it? Like havin' our own movie theater now.

[Stop talking to the television, Quinn. BT]

Yeah, I guess. I haven't even been to the one in the town before, though.

[...]

So, what's up?

Edited 2011-07-27 01:08 (UTC)

[Hey this is a really cool movie okay

Quinn sighs a little, and stamps out his cigarette. He'll resist trying to light up another at the moment.]

I'm glad ya came over. I was hopin' ya'd let me apologize. I can't really take back what I said, cuz ya already know it's the truth, but... Well, were it up to me, I wouldn't have come out completely stupid like that. So I'd at least like to say I'm sorry for... embarrassin' us both, I guess.

[Awkward. Tail swish. Cyuss knew this was going to happen, but that doesn't mean it's not a pain in the tail.]

Man, you really go straight for it, don't you? But...it's not a big deal. I said some pretty stupid things, too. Let's just, uh...

[Forget it never happened? He doesn't say that. He scratches the back of his head.]

It's not your fault, man.

[He smiles a little sheepishly.] Had to get it off my chest, man. Been buggin' me since it happened. Sure, the town kinda forced us into sayin' stuff, but that doesn't mean I wish I coulda said it in a completely different place, time and way. So, yeah. Sorry, man.

You didn't have to call me all the way out here for that, man. Everyone was saying stuff like that. Even me, so stop apologizing. I'm not gonna stop talkin' to you or anything for that.

[He scratches the back of his head, and grins now.] Yeah I did. I feel better now, for what it's worth.

Besides, I thought ya might wanna have a beer and watch some guys get eaten by a monster. [He nods towards the TV, where soon, just that will be happening.]

[Even being warned, his tail still bristles at the sight of someone pretending to be eaten on TV. D-damn that thing freaks him out.]

Nah, I don't think so. [He shrugs.] If...that's it, I guess I'll get goin'.

[Oh. He tries to not look disappointed.]

I could always put somethin' else on, if ya want. But otherwise, well, guess so, then.

[Cyuss looks a little disappointed himself. This doesn't feel like a real conversation to him. It makes his stomach hurt a little. He'll make small talk.]

I don't understand why you like that thing so much. Is it pretty popular back where you come from?

[Quinn shrugs a little.] In my time, it'd be a challenge to find an American home without one. Well, maybe ya won't find as many so big. What can I say, it's a hobby.

[However, he gets up, turns it off with the remote, and turns to Cyuss.] I think I'd much rather go get a drink though. Whattaya say? 'S on me.

[Cyuss thinks about it, but ultimately shrugs.] Nah, I don't really feel like walking all that way. [He's never been inside of a car, after all, and on a bad day? They still freak him out.]

Just put something on like that last movie we watched, I guess. [He doesn't really have anything to do, so he'll plop himself down on one of the chairs.]

[Have a nice big smile!] Yeah? Then I think it's Lethal Weapon time.

[He hops up to switch movies, grabs a beer for both of them, then plops back down on the couch.]

Uh...how long are these things again?

[He opens up his beer. That will make things easier on him. Once again, he uses his bare hands. No need for a bottle opener.]

I still have to make dinner for everyone, but I can stay for a bit longer.

Most movies are 'bout 90 to 120 minutes. I mean, we can watch somethin' another time, or finish it later, if ya want. Don't wanna keep ya from dinner.

Nah, go ahead and start it. I just can't stay for the whole thing.

'S cool man, we can always finish it later, too. Hopefully you'll like this one.

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