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]

They gave everyone back stuff that was all... broken. They forced us into askin' for Christmas gifts, then gave them too us, all warped 'n twisted of course. Like an episode of the Twilight Zone.

[fthisgetmecigs.livejournal.com]

Man.... I ain't lookin' forward to Christmas, now.

[Tilts his head slightly, looking a little confused.] Twilight Zone?

[techno-mancer.livejournal.com]

Don't set your hopes on most holidays in this town.

Like the old TV show? This reminds me that I don't know when you're from.

[fthisgetmecigs.livejournal.com]

Tis' the fuckin' season I guess.

Huh. Ain't seen that show before. [Blows out an impressive cloud of smoke.] Dunno, man. This America shit and 1950s.. Ain't something I heard of before. I could be the future I guess. After everyone before us fucked up. I mean, shit. Not like they talked about too far in the past where I'm from.

[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.