12th Fix

Apr. 13th, 2011 07:59 am
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[Phone call: filtered from the usual NPCs:]

Hey hey, Mayfield! I have a proposition I know ya'll can't resist. See, I work at the high school, and I've heard all the drone kids whisperin' about prom comin' up. 'Cept, if ya ask me, a prom fulla drones sounds about the lamest and creepiest thing ever. So I'm gonna hold our own prom without 'em! Shouldn't he too hard to keep 'em all outta our hair for one night, right? Oh yeah, for those of ya'll who come from places that don't have it, the prom is a big formal dance that high schools usually have in the spring. Usually they're pretty lame, but I know we can make it awesome.

I'm gonna use the school gym, and make it Friday the twenty-ninth. And it ain't just for high school students. Anyone can come! But I ain't lettin' ya in if you ain't dressed formally. Don't tell me ya got nothin' to wear - there's plenty of shops and people who make clothes in this town. It's still the prom, so I'm expectin' ya to all look good!

Now, I got music covered. I've got my DJ stuff, laptop fulla music, and speakers. So we're good there. What I'm gonna need is people to help with set-up and food, makin' decorations. Ya know, tables 'n' chairs, makin' the place look good, and then a nice li'l prom dinner. Drinks 'n' things, too.

What ya'll think? Sound good? I know ya'll can never have enough parties in this depressing place, so let's do this! Get the word out, cuz I wanna see as many people as possible there too. Let's see... we'll need a theme, too. And a vote for prom king and queen - I can do that at the school. Let me hear your ideas, guys!

2nd Fix

Oct. 20th, 2010 05:19 pm
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[Quinn was warned he might be given a job here, and lo and behold, he was. But apparently he was a teacher, something he knew nothing about. Sure, calculus he could do, but teaching? High schoolers? Well, it couldn't be so hard, he thought.

However, your dear new teacher is just a bit distracted. He was still getting used to life in the 1950s with a fake family, and without his technomancy. Trying to adjust to a "normal" life. No, this wasn't normal, this was weird!

Into your classroom walks an incredibly tall and skinny man, making an attempt to look professional. But his shirt's untucked and his tie is loose, and he's wearing sunglasses.]


Ah. Hey guys. I'm, ah, Mr. Hatch. I mean Quinn. Forget that "Mister" stuff. Sooooo. Whatcha know about calculus then? Ya know what? Screw calculus, for today at least. Not like I figured out this lesson plan yet... Obviously I'm new here, but from what I'm told, you guys come from all over the universe. Universes? Whatever. So, where ya'll from? What's it like there? What do you do there? It's gotta be more interestin' than this place!

[He'll go around the classes and expect answers out of everyone!

Also throughout the day, Quinn will be introducing himself to his fellow teachers. Can he say hi to you?]

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