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]

Oh my fucking god, are you serious? [Hell, Lyn doesn't even wait for an answer, he just hangs up the phone and runs next door to see for himself.] Oh hell fucking yes. [Quinn, you are officially his new favorite person. Of course, it's probably nice for Quinn to have someone who understands and shares his enthusiasm for his new games.

Oddly, Lyn's rarely played an XBox except for display models in stores. They're not exactly easily stolen, and he lives too nomadic a life to have bought one and set it up anywhere. But he's played computer games that he knows also appeared on the 360, and frankly he'd be perfectly damn willing to play anything to alleviate the technological desert of boredom that is Mayfield.] Okay, man, spill, what've you got?

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[Grinning, Quinn passes him the box. There's about 20 games inside. Shooters, fighters and the occasional survival horror.] Take your pick, man.

[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

[Lyn roots through the box with the air of a kid who's just been told to pick out all the Halloween candy he wants. Shit, some of these games are like old friends - he's certainly spent more time with them than any person.] Oh my fucking god, this is the best thing that's happened since I've gotten here. [He's not even exaggerating. The return of his his mp3 player, his laptop, something semi-similar to internet access with his connectivity to Quinn's computer, and now this? Aside from the familiar surroundings of his own city, these things make him feel like he's home more than anything else. He had no connections to any people in his own time - only material possessions and activities.] I will seriously play any of this shit. I would play fucking Superman 64 with you if it had multiplayer, and that game was basically shit on a shingle.

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[He laughs at that, then leans over and rummages out a copy of Halo 3.] Then let's just shoot some alien assholes. Man, I feel like I've gone through withdrawl or somethin'!

[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.