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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: 2011-09-15 08:49 pm (UTC)[Oh ho ho HELLO NEW BEST FRIEND.] Well well, you stumbled into the right garage, my friend! You happen to be in the presence of a DJ. I got thousands 'n' thousands of songs for your listenin' pleasure. On that laptop, 'n' on those servers. Ya name it, and I probably got it.
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Date: 2011-09-15 08:55 pm (UTC)Dude, I—wow. I don't even know where'a begin.
[Yeah, he's that mystified. Though after a few seconds a song does come to mind.]
Uh—you got "Rooster" by Alice in Chains on'a servers?
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Date: 2011-09-16 02:53 pm (UTC)[He grabs his laptop that was currently playing the movie, and simply lays his hand on it. The movie pauses, and in a manner of speaking, the song begins to play through the TV speakers without him so much as touching a key. He gives Balin a grin.]
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Date: 2011-09-16 03:20 pm (UTC)Oh my God I never thought I'd stop havin'a hear all them goofy doo-wop tunes!
[Though he does notice how Quinn didn't appear to open any sort of music player program or even look for the file on the servers. Huh.]
—Say, how'd ya do that anyway?
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Date: 2011-09-16 04:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-16 04:59 pm (UTC)'Sides, it ain't too hard for me to accept. I'm'a Logos Receptive, after all.
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Date: 2011-09-17 04:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-17 04:25 am (UTC)Lucky I caught ya after'is weekend, I can actually show people what I'm talkin' about now.
[And show he does! Rings of blue light swirl around his wrist, before he performs a hand gesture that looks like he's pulling down window blinds. Only instead of window blinds, something that looks like a bluish glowing holographic window (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h5HVxjiZwYI#t=1m29s) manifests. It's mostly blank, but stick figure-like ideograms can be seen floating within it, just barely, forming phrases and sentences in an alien language.]
... Still can't do anything with it yet, but'ere it is. That's my "Tabula."
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Date: 2011-09-18 07:10 pm (UTC)Balin's totally gonna ask Quinn a favor soon. XD
Date: 2011-09-19 12:47 am (UTC)that's fine, i think they're totally BFFs now anyway. XD
Date: 2011-09-19 01:30 am (UTC)no subject
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 02:46 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 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: 2011-09-20 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?
*shakefist @ LJ Notify*
Date: 2011-09-21 11:54 am (UTC)Hell, I can just buy up all'a Fifties electronics an' use'a material to make components for better stuff. Can't do anything with 'em unless I got a blueprint, but that's where I figured you might have'a use for it. Like if that Technomancy you can do puts together circuits like Legos or—somethin'.
I woke up to 40 tags in my email box. Good times.
Date: 2011-09-21 01:07 pm (UTC)Sounds like a plan, man. I've been collectin' parts over time, tryin' to think of a good way to make a security system. Dependin' on what kinda parts I get 'n' how much I can make 'em like me, I can get 'em to do all sorts of interesting things.
Yikes! @_@
Date: 2011-09-22 07:37 am (UTC)[Glancing around the garage with obvious implications.]
—I got hope for'at now, at least.
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Date: 2011-09-22 01:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-22 08:31 pm (UTC)Yeah, heard about'at. Fuckin' Postman, takin' people's body parts. I don't get'at. He ain't on'a same side as'a rest of'a bastards in charge, yeah? That's what I hear, anyway. Why's he gotta do that shit to us?
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Date: 2011-09-24 03:42 am (UTC)Crap, sorry about the delay! LJ Notify didn't tell me!
Date: 2011-10-21 03:08 am (UTC)Welp—we gotta make do with what you got.
[That gets Balin thinking.]
You been here a while, yeah? Were you here durin'a "spring cullin'" bullshit?