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After talking with Sanguinius, and realizing that his one-year Mayfield anniversary is around the corner, Quinn's had enough sitting on his ass doing nothing, watching his friends get hurt or droned for good.
But what can he do? His technological talents were no good here, a sort of reverse obsolescence. He wasn't physically strong - anything but. Stick-thin, 9 years as a smoker, and has barely ever exercised in his life. That, and he abhorred violence, and was a coward to top it off. What could he do?
It was time to change all that! He had to become a better person. Time to shape up, Quinn Hatch!
For the next few days Quinn will be up to the following things:
[1) Quitting smoking, going cold turkey. It's not the best way to do it, especially when you have a 2-packs-a-day habit. At home and at school, he'll be noticeably, uncharacteristically irritable. That ever-present cigarette not being in his mouth might be a clue to the observant.]
Okay, today in class, everyone's just gonna sit quietly and... read. Or somethin'. Whatever ya want, so long as it's quiet. Sound good?
[2) Jogging through the neighborhood. No, it's not a joke. Well okay, maybe it is, because it's pathetic. He's trying really hard, but he gets about two blocks before he's leaning against a lamp post, wheezing and sweating.]
This is... bullshit, man. People seriously... do this... every damn day? For miles?
[3) The garage doors of 339 Brady Lane are open as always, the space Quinn has converted into his hang out and shop. The giant TV is currently playing a movie. It's Cloverfield to anyone who knows it; to anyone else it's a shaky camera movie involving monsters and a lot of screaming, stupid people. Quinn only has it on for background noise, though. He's got parts strewn all over the table, as he's dismantled dozens of appliances and machinery. He's currently standing in front of his laptop, doing inventory on what he has. Feel free to stop in.]
[4)Speaking of laptops, in the mail Quinn gets his next regain - his first ever computer, given to him when he was only 8 years old, right after his technomancy powers came to be. Baffled as to why Mayfield would send him this, of all things, he gets a good laugh at it. You might come across him in the garage, playing around with it, smiling the whole while.]
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Date: 2011-09-19 01:51 am (UTC)But yeah. If or when I get my Logos Abilities back? I'm gonna pay'a Milkman a visit. Been itchin'a give 'em some payback after what'a fucker put'a town through.
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Date: 2011-09-19 02:38 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-09-19 02:41 am (UTC)Maybe I can get ya to give me some pointers, then. I'm Quinn, by the way.
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Date: 2011-09-19 02:46 am (UTC)Sweet. Give him a blast to the nads for me, would ya?
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Date: 2011-09-19 03:43 am (UTC)[A beat.]
Oh, hey, uh—this music'ere, an' your bein' a technomancer—uh, are you capable of makin' copies of'is stuff? Like, a set'a speakers an' a music player of some kind.
[Poor Caesar and Virginia, they're going to get blasted with Sonic-type damage!]
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Date: 2011-09-19 03:44 am (UTC)Or a TV to get free cable?
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Date: 2011-09-19 03:48 am (UTC)I knew a man like you, once. Same sort of build. Same sort of hair, even. Drank like a fish. Only wound up in the Hunter's Guild out of family obligation. They assigned me to his team so I could get him up to speed. Last time I saw him? He could use a handgun nearly as well as I could, could keep pace with us without breaking a sweat, and had his Technic-timing down perfectly.
Yeah. I... think I could give you some pointers, Quinn. [She offers her hand for a handshake.] I'm Dakki. You interested?
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Date: 2011-09-19 04:19 am (UTC)I definitely agree. Life seems so much easier in the future.
I'm really sorry, but I haven't introduced myself yet sir. I'm Miss Pauling.
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Date: 2011-09-19 04:27 am (UTC)[She stares at the size of it. No record would fit in that thing.]
What else can these things do?
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Date: 2011-09-19 09:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-19 12:04 pm (UTC)[[Climbs back in his seat and keeps his head ducked.
Pulling out a pad, he begins working on ideas again.
Mainly just sketching ways to modify the car in the driveway for amusement sake more than anything else.]]
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Date: 2011-09-19 02:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-19 02:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-19 02:30 pm (UTC)[
Using information-age computer terminology on 50's tech like a boss.Balin glances around the room for a moment, thinking something over.]Say—how do you build stuff? Like, what kinda components you need for it? Do you kinda need pre-fabricated parts close to what you're gonna use, or can you do somethin' like morph hardware into new stuff?
'Cause, with'a supplies, I might be able to help with'at. Some day.
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Date: 2011-09-19 04:50 pm (UTC)Must be annoying with all the internet memes and cat vids.
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Date: 2011-09-20 05:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-20 05:27 pm (UTC)Quinn Hatch. Nice to meet ya. Dunno if it's easier or not, 'specially since here I feel totally out of place.
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Date: 2011-09-20 05:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-20 05:36 pm (UTC)Hmm. Watcha workin' on?
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Date: 2011-09-20 05:43 pm (UTC)I'm used to workin' with computers, but give me time and the right parts and I might be able to work somethin' out. Whatcha thinkin' of?
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Date: 2011-09-20 05:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-20 06:13 pm (UTC)[She rubs his shoulder before letting her hand fall.]
So, I see you got an ancient brick of a laptop as a present.
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Date: 2011-09-20 11:58 pm (UTC)Really? I feel that I'm the one who's out of place actually, eventhough I did grow up in the 1950s. There's not a lot of people from the 1960s here.
(She hands the iPad back to him. Techno's a bit too loud for her, unfortunately.)
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Date: 2011-09-21 12:36 am (UTC)