22nd Fix

[technohippie]

[Quinn has spent the last few days helping his roommate get back on her feet after some jackass called Black Mage hit her with a lightning spell. He's also spent the last few weeks tucked away in his garage all the time, tinkering around, watching movies or playing music. He's not sure if drowning himself in his possessions is making his homesickness and loneliness better or worse, but for now, it's all he has. Today, Mayfield adds to this - a large box with his name on it arrives. He's not sure what else they could be sending him after a year here, but inside is something that makes him cheer as he opens it! He grabs the box and runs into the garage, immediately scrambling for the phone. There's some fumbling as he picks it up, speaking quickly and out of breath.]

GUYS. MY PLACE. RIGHT NOW. 339 Brady Lane. Garage. Xbox, games, controllers. Get your butts over here!

[He'll also be hunting down his housemates to play as well. Feel free to call him back, or just come over! If you do show up, you'll find him sitting on the loveseat he's pulled into the garage, and is sorting through the games he's got. You have to be careful in Mayfield - he's already met several people who, to him, were just characters in games and movies. So it might be in his best interest to tuck away his copy of Fallout 3 and a few others, for now.]

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[Later, after his fill of multiplayer games, Quinn will be heading to the tavern. He's in a good mood and wants to be around more people. And, well, this is Quinn. He may or may not be trying to pick you up. Yes, you. Pretty much anyone. He will start off, though, by walking into the bar and proclaiming:]

A round on me for everyone!

Comments

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

Man, I so know your pain. Where the fuck has this stuff been for the past year? [Lyn grins broadly at Quinn's selection and finds a place to settle comfortably, legs crossed under him - it's one of the few times he's allowed himself out of a prepared-for-flight stance, and a sign of the fact that he already trusts Quinn.

Seriously, how could he not trust someone with such badass taste? Clearly they share a wavelength.]

You gotta gimme a minute to get used to the controls, though. I usually do PC games.

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

I know, man, I know. The garage is startin' to feel like home, somewhat.

Hmm, I guess I can take it easy on ya for a bit.

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

Oh you did not just. [Lyn levels a scowl on Quinn, though it's one of his more playful glares. This bears mentioning, since he has an entire range of irritated scowls to choose from.] First of all, I can so totally kick your ass. Second, I thought we were playing co-op if we're gonna get our xenophobic massacre on.