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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: 2011-08-29 05:05 pm (UTC)[Quinn is usually a party drinker. He doesn't usually just go out and get sloshed without a reason.]
I'm fine. Water I guess. I'll be fine in a bit, really.
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Date: 2011-08-29 06:06 pm (UTC)[Quinn please appreciate how hard it is for someone nearly a foot shorter than you to guide you home safely. Also don't pay attention to how she's trying to pinch her nose shut with just her mind. Despite how she sounds, she's actually worried rather than irritated, she's just awful at showing it.]
So what started this?
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Date: 2011-08-29 08:11 pm (UTC)Oh, you know. Just gotta get hammered sometimes in a place like this so ya can forget how much it sucks.
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Date: 2011-08-30 05:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-30 10:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-31 03:20 am (UTC)Still...
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Date: 2011-08-31 04:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-31 08:03 am (UTC)But not tonight. You need something to drink, maybe some vitamins, and sleep.
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Date: 2011-08-31 10:50 pm (UTC)Sleep sounds good. Might do that for a good long while if I can.
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Date: 2011-08-31 10:55 pm (UTC)All right, but I'm not going to let you sulk around in bed all day feeling sorry for yourself if that's your plan.
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Date: 2011-09-01 05:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-01 05:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-02 12:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-02 01:01 am (UTC)[Her wry smile holds a flash of fangs, and she shakes her head.]