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technohippieOK! 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~
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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Date: 2011-08-28 09:01 pm (UTC)Yeaaaaaah. Just like little happy puppies and kittens being adorable and having no personality.
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Date: 2011-08-28 11:22 pm (UTC)Makes ya wonder why they bother. They're just pets for God's sake.
[Also, at this point, he's done talking to the mower. He lies back on your lawn now. Laying down seems good.]
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Date: 2011-09-01 06:07 pm (UTC)Hey, you want water or another drink or something to eat?
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Date: 2011-09-02 12:46 am (UTC)...
'S alright if I keep layin' here for a bit though, right?
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Date: 2011-09-02 11:36 pm (UTC)You want company or do you want to be left alone? [Raquel has no problems honoring either wish.]
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Date: 2011-09-03 03:50 am (UTC)I dunno. I think company's good. Feelin' kinda alone tonight thanks to Mayfield.