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.]

Comments

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Oh man. Ya make it sound like some kinda future apocalypse thing. What year are ya from? I mean, I'm from 2010 so I'm pretty far off from this place myself.

[fthisgetmecigs.livejournal.com]

Y'think? I mean it's always pretty much fuckin' cold all the time but hell, didn't think it was that bad. [Tilts his head slightly, the cigarette smoke wreathing his head.] Think the year's like...Well. It ain't even close to 2010.