20th Fix

[technohippie]

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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[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

All right, that's a good start.

[She pushes off from the wall to limp closer to his work space, reaching out to rub his shoulder.]

So, what else is eating you?

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

I'm tryin' to come up with somethin' to help out. But I'm lackin' in ideas and motivation. I ain't used to that feeling, ya know? I don't like weapons, and my expertise lies well outside this time... But I ain't givin' up yet. I think.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Welcome to the club, Quinn.

[She huffs softly, her tail waving.]

If you ever need help with anything, I can't make any promises on how well or if I can help at all, but I'll do my best.

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Thanks, darlin'. I may need it someday. I think for now I might need it most when the real bad nicotine cravings start kickin' in.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

All right, I'll just have to make sure we don't run out of chocolate or something.

[She rubs his shoulder before letting her hand fall.]

So, I see you got an ancient brick of a laptop as a present.

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Ha, yeah, they sent me my first ever computer. Blast from the past. I'm surprised they sent this out of everythin' else.