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.]

Comments

[photonicfighter]

Magic. [She blinks a few times, face full of surprise.]

Having... abilities isn't unheard of where I'm from, but it's much more scientifically codified. It's all... telekinetic manipulation, and photonic manifestation and condensation. [There are little hand-wavy-circley-motions. And then she stops, looks downwards, and taps awkwardly at her chin.]

I shouldn't really talk. I'm no Technic user.

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

I getcha. Psychic stuff like telekinesis is a bit different than what mages do, but from an outside view they'd seem pretty similar.

[photonicfighter]

[Dakki's curiosity is giving way to practicality. She laughs and flicks her hand upwards, trying to smooth back that unruly bit of hair.]

I'm no specialist on either topic. It works, right? It gets things done? It exists? That's the most important thing. Leave the "oooh, what is its" for the researchers.

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[He laughs at that.] Ya got that right, darlin'. I gotta admit, I'm curious, but there're mages that dedicate their time to that stuff. I got other things to do.

[photonicfighter]

Scholars can figure out the why. I'm a fighter. Why doesn't matter when you've got a De Ragan to take down.

[Dakki laughs, then turns her gaze further down the street.]

I'd better finish my run, and get home. You should come stop by sometime, Quinn! I'm at 458 Stone Street.

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Right. Thanks! I'm at 339 Brady. I'm usually in the garage so stop by any time.