19th Fix

[technohippie]

OK! Now that this whole terrible milk business was behind them, Quinn Hatch was ready to get back to normal Mayfield routines. Which meant checking on his housemates to make sure everyone was alive and sane again. It also meant he had to make a visit to Cyuss's place, but not before stopping at the bakery for a cake. He had promised to bring dessert to their dinner.

Except when he gets to Cyuss's house, he finds him droned. Perma-droned, too; his stripes and tail are gone, and he's wearing typical Mayfield clothes.

This hits him pretty hard. You might come across an unusually glum Quinn sitting on a park bench, feeding coffee cake to the pigeons.

In the early evening, you'll find him at the bar, drinking a little too much. Admittedly Quinn doesn't have a great alcohol tolerance, and he's whining at the drone bar tender who's trying to cut him off.

That night, once the bar does close (or kick him out), he'll be wandering around complaining loudly to any machines he might come across on his staggering walk home. So there might be a tall skinny drunk guy sitting on the hood of your car giving it a sob story. Or maybe his arms are hooked around a lamp post as he seems to be... consoling it? He learns a lot of weird things about machines using his technomancy, so who knows.

Feel free to approach him anytime~

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[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa smiles, and puts Quinn in the passenger seat, actually going so far as to belt him in, and rolling down the window for him before shutting the door. ]

[ She belts herself in, and takes an easy drive towards Brady. ]

You might want another glass or two of water before bed, hon.

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[He grins, and leans his head against the door, getting some cool night air on his face.] Geez, mom, don't worry so much. [He grins widely, but by the time you roll up to his house, he's mostly asleep.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Well, now - how to get him out without harshing his mellow? She unbuckles his seat belt and goes around to open the door for him. Good thing he's so skinny she can help/lift him out of the car without being jarring. ]

[ Though someone coming along might mistake the way she's holding him up against the car for something other than a stabilizing maneuver. ]

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[Quinn comes around with Ilsa pushing him up against the car. Just another night in the life of Quinn Hatch.

He blinks dully at her, realizes what's going on, and can't help but grin.]

Well hi there.

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa chuckles, shutting the door and shifting her grip on Quinn to assist him to standing. ]

Hi, hon. Almost home, now.