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technohippieAfter 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: 2011-09-24 03:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-24 03:44 am (UTC)I guess it's hard to explain when ya ain't from my time. At the most basic level, it's all just electric signals, I guess.
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Date: 2011-09-24 03:46 am (UTC)Hard to say. That number changes a lot.
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Date: 2011-09-24 08:53 am (UTC)If you have things like this, I can only imagine how far weapon development has gotten.
[It's both a scary and comforting thought.]
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Date: 2011-09-24 11:12 pm (UTC)2010? Seriously? Same fucking year, even. [Man, Lyn feels more at home than he has in a long while, talking to somebody who's from his world and time and knows all the same pop culture he does.] So...where'd you get a computer that can do that kinda thing? Never heard of hardware that can do that.
[Lyn, if he has any accent at all(it's very faint), sounds like he comes from the vicinity of New York City - not that his city is nearly as big or all that close to it, but some hints of the dialect has still transferred. And he's not necessarily prepared to tell Quinn where to find him, either, so he leaves his response comfortably vague.] Yeah, guess we've got a few states between us.
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Date: 2011-09-25 03:09 am (UTC)Hm. That much staff rotation, is there...?
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Date: 2011-09-26 01:16 am (UTC)I REPLIED TO THIS AGES AGO AND LJ ATE IT!!!
Date: 2011-09-26 01:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-26 01:55 am (UTC)Ah, that? Sorry, that wasn't software, that was me. Technomancer. Talent of mine.
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Date: 2011-09-26 01:58 am (UTC)Or a popular one to make people do? Teaching isn't exactly easy. Forcing people into it... well. Mayfield. [She gives a shrug. That's the town, for you.]
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Date: 2011-09-26 01:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-26 02:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-26 02:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-26 03:00 am (UTC)1917, but judging by the books the drone child always studies, I am not from this world.
[It's strange to think that, let along say it.]
I'm Major General Olivier Armstrong.
[She is not opposed to a handshake.]
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Date: 2011-09-26 09:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-26 09:54 pm (UTC)"Major General", huh? No wonder ya were askin' about weapons.
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Date: 2011-09-27 01:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-27 07:00 am (UTC)Yeah, Major General. Hopefully more than that when I return home.
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Date: 2011-09-27 04:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-28 06:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-28 06:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-28 06:56 pm (UTC)Then hopefully you'll get outta here soon enough.
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Date: 2011-09-28 07:08 pm (UTC)Mage? That's... hmm. That's an old word. But I'm definitely from a different world than you are. What's that, if you don't mind me asking?
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Date: 2011-09-28 10:38 pm (UTC)Hopefully we all get out of here soon. I wouldn't wish my enemies here, well not most of them, that is.
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Date: 2011-09-29 03:54 pm (UTC)