23rd Fix

[technohippie]

[Quinn hasn't been himself lately. The fallout event was rough on him, and he keeps losing friends lately. Finding April droned - seemingly for good - really stung. He seems to drift into space a lot, but if you ask him if anything is wrong, he gives you his usual grin and says he's totally cool. He spends a lot of time mindlessly playing video games in his garage.

And look! Something has come in the mail for Quinn Hatch today. Curious as to what they could be sending him, he's excited to open it. Mayfield has returned a lot cool stuff to him, but instead what does he find? A case of cigarettes. To the guy who's trying to quit. And has been failing miserably.

Well, Mayfield has won this battle. Anyone living in or passing by 339 Brady Lane today will find Quinn sitting on the porch steps, a box of Newports lying next to him, and a cigarette popped in his mouth. The nicotine doesn't seem to be helping much though. He looks a bit miserable. No sense covering it up now, he figures.]

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[Phone call filtered from drones:]

Um. Hey guys. Hope you're all doin' better. I just wanted to let y'all know that April Sinclair seems to be droned for good. So, uh, if ya know her and see her, don't be too shocked. Sorry to drop bad news, but...

[Feeling awkward, Quinn just hangs up.]

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[littlemiss101.livejournal.com]

........what?

She's gone....

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Sorry to be a downer, but I figured, she had a lotta friends, ya know?

[littlemiss101.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

.....thanks.

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[electrowhipit]

[ Sometime after Quinn's phone call, Jolt pulls up in the driveway. He looks a little forlorn, even for a car. ]

... Hey Quinn.

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Hey man. Ya been doin' okay?

[electrowhipit]

... As okay as can be expected. [ don't mind him if he transforms and kind of sits in the driveway with a sad little robot sigh ]

I'm gonna miss her.

[ooeeooahah]

[ She stops by, checking on Quinn. ]

Hey, hon.

[ Not mentioning the cigarette, except to sit upwind of him. ]

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[He's not even going to bother hiding it. He gives her a momentary smile, though.] Hey darlin'. What's new?

[ooeeooahah]

More trauma, more stuff from home.

[ She nods at the packs beside him. ]

Not a brand they sell, yet.

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[likeahex.livejournal.com]

[Someone is getting some use out of her armour today. Walking over. Hey Quinn.]

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[Don't mind while he gawks for a second. Maybe he's hallucinating. This is crazy.]

...Hi?

[likeahex.livejournal.com]

Hey.

What are you so miserable about?

[Yup, that voice might sound a bit familiar]

[photonicfighter]

[Oh. That call. That wasn't very good. Poor Quinn... How long had it been since she had seen him? Too long.

Which is why a bit later in the day, she comes up to 339 Brady Lane with a soft and concerned smile on her face.]

Hey, Quinn. I thought I'd come by to see how you're doing. After... you know. Everything.

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[His initial response was to hide the cigarette, but he takes it out of his mouth, looks at it, and then pops it back in. No sense covering it.]

Hey there darlin'. Ah, well, ya know. Mayfield bein' Mayfield and all that. I'm still kickin'. How're you holding up?

[photonicfighter]

Here I thought you were supposed to be quitting.

[She only meant to tease him a little, saying it. Her eyes were sad, even as she smiled.]

I'm as well as can be expected. Mayfield, and all. I think we're all entitled to a little vice, after.... that last thing.

Is it okay if I sit?

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[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

If you keep lighting those I will start beating you on the head with this cane.

[The voice is an odd rasp, almost like somebody with a headcold, and Mika looms over him from behind, scowling fiercely from the doorway. With what looks like a notepad tucked under one arm. Looks like someone's more prepared now that she's become accustomed to not hearing a thing.]

Or do I just have to start sleeping in the hallways instead?

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[He looks apologetic, and takes the notepad.]

"Sorry. Kind of need it right now."

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[fthisgetmecigs.livejournal.com]

[Oh look who's meandering down the street! It's Badou. Quinn's a friend he guesses... So you go visit friends when you're like meh, right? Right. He just does a casual wave, puffing on a cigarette as per usual. ]

Yo. [He hasn't seen Quinn since bombcannibaldeathfield so the eyepatch is probably a new thing.] Ya give up on the quitting smokin' thing now?

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Hey. Ya know, if Mayfield's gonna send me my brand from home in the mail, I'm takin' it as a sign. Plus, after this past weekend... I need it.

[Quinn cocks his head, looking a bit concerned.] Ya alright, man?

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[Mart's just out for a stroll when he sees Quinn.]

Hey, Quinn, whatsup!

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Hey, Mart. [He gives him a tired little wave.] Not much, man. How ya fairing?

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[partytoastess.livejournal.com]

Did she leave her goat behind?! [ Nena.... ): is quite the tactless, insensitive person... ]</small

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Her goat? Oh, that! Um... no, I doubt it. I think she got that sent from home.

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[kleptophile.livejournal.com]

[It's not hard for Lyn to spot Quinn, given how nearby he lives. Nor is it hard for him to notice how depressed the guy he's becoming increasingly friendly with looks. He hesitates briefly - empathy and cheering people up aren't exactly his strong suits - before opting to go over anyway.]

Sup. [He'll just sit down by Quinn, not exactly thrilled about the smoke but not coughing at it either. He doesn't like cigarettes that much - no one who's ever lived in Hell really needs any more smoke in their lives - but even a demon centuries delinquent from Hell can't be bothered by smoke much.]

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

[Quinn's not good at hiding being depressed. It's not a feeling he's used to very much.] Hey man. How's it hangin'?