29th Fix

[technohippie]

[Action A: Do you live at 339 Brady Lane? Are you passing by on the street somewhere nearby? Then you're in for a surprise.

You see, Balin asked Quinn for a favor of the technological variety. With not much else to occupy his time, he got right to it, but now it's testing time.

Housemates might find themselves stepping on triggers hidden under rugs that suddenly cause a mine to EXPLODE.... with confetti. Quinn's a pacifist as it is, and it's not like he has a crazy vendetta against his friends. Outside, he'll be hiding in the garage with a remote in his hands, waiting for someone to pass by his hidden "mines" to set them off. Victims outside will be treated to attacks of confetti, water, or even glitter. And some giggling from inside the garage, where the lanky technomancer sits with the remote in one hand and a beer in the other. You might just have a few words for him, huh?]

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[truffulacide]

[oh. oh god, it's everywhere. WELP, HE KNOWS WHAT HE'LL BE DOING WHEN HE GETS HOME. laundry is so dang fun.

but you know what's more fun? throttling ponytailed jerks. that sounds pretty therapeutic right now.

he straightens up, dusting little mounds of sparkly pink glitter off him before he strides over the Quinn's yard, snatching his guitar up and marching right over to the other man with it held like a bat.

batter up.]

[technohippie]

[The laughter cuts off as Quinn gets up from his seat and back up a bit.]

Aw, c'mon, man, I said it was harmless. Don't go wreckin' a nice guitar on my account!

[truffulacide]

Don't worry, it's held up against much worse.

[it's such a nonchalant, almost sweet reply.]

Hold still.

[technohippie]

[This is the problem being 6'8". Not many places to hide, especially in a full garage.]

Hey now, don't go swingin' that thing 'round in here!

[He does sound pretty nervous about that. Once-ler might notice that the garage is pretty stocked in modern conveniences - a huge flat screen TV, video games, computers, even a top-of-the-line DJ turntable.]

[truffulacide]

[wow, he has Once-ler beat by four inches. how horrifying.]

Huh, what was that? I'm a pinata, pretty please swing it at my face?

[he doesn't know what any of this stuff is. he can guess what the flatscreen is, but as for the other devices, he's drawing a blank. video games and computers haven't even been invented yet in his time.

but still, it all looks very expensive and he's much too mad to think things through. he swings, narrowly missing the turntable.]

[technohippie]

[LE GASP] No! [Quinn yelps shortly, then throws himself over his precious baby. So, the coward might have to take a hit. He figures, he'll heal; replacement parts for a 2010 Mixdeck system won't be found in Mayfield.]

[truffulacide]

If I don't get some candy out of this, I'm going to be reeeeally disappointed.

[and he swings again!]

[technohippie]

[Quinn is not fast. Or coordinated. He's 6-plus feet of lanky awkwardness. In an effort to save his precious electronics, he takes the hit, shielding himself with his arms.

Sadly, another thing he is not is candy-filled.]

Agh-! Cripes, man, are ya done? I'd hate ta see what ya do to guys who step on your foot or somethin'.

[truffulacide]

[d a r n]

Are you seriously comparing this - [he waves a glitter-soaked arm in front of Quinn's face.] - to getting your foot stepped on? Are you crazy or just stupid?

[he doesn't swing again, but he doesn't lower the guitar yet either. have the most disdainful look ever thrown your way.]

Please say it's the latter. I've dealt with more than enough crazy people this week; I don't wanna add another to the list.

[technohippie]

Dude. It's glitter. Annoyin', but it washes out. Plus, I had to see if these things worked without exploding into shrapnel. I much prefer this method, thanks.

[truffulacide]

So test them on yourself. If they're harmless, you don't have anything to worry about.

[technohippie]

Yeah, but I know where they are. Can't really test the element of surprise that way.

[truffulacide]

[...huh. guy's got a point.]

How about this: I'll scatter them around and you can guess where they are. That way the research data won't be compromised and I won't have to play softball with...whatever this thing is.

[he nudges a white box on the floor - Quinn's 360.]

[technohippie]

Maybe... Ah-- [He tenses up when Once-ler pokes at his 360.] Or maybe I just already have enough data for today. [Quinn, you unbelievable coward.]

[truffulacide]

[he beams, smiling like he was never really mad to begin with.] That's the spirit! A little forward thinking can do wonders.

[technohippie]

[Quinn rubs the spot on his upper arm where he got hit, giving Once-ler a wary look.] Maybe that means ya won't go swingin' a guitar 'round a room full of expensive, irreplaceable electronics, right?

[truffulacide]

[he blinks.] That's what these are?

[any animosity he might have been feeling is gone as this glittery mess of a human lowers his guitar and turns his attention fully towards the 360. he crouches to the ground in front of it, poking it with his finger like it's some new, rare breed of insect.

he accidentally taps a button and the disc tray shoots out, much to his surprise.]

Wooooow.

[technohippie]

[Quinn sighs lightly, and walks over to make sure this guy isn't doing something terrible to his electronics.]

It's called an Xbox. They don't got video games where you're from?

[truffulacide]

[nothing horrible at all, not unless you count him pressing that button over and over again to be terrible. he's skeptical and it shows.]

Well yeah. Donkey Kongs and Pongs. Do you store them in here?

[he picks it up, disc tray still out, and peers into the little slot.]

[technohippie]

Sounds like you're from the classic age. I'm from 2010. Things are waaaay different now.

[There's a pile of game cases in a nearby milk crate. Quinn digs out his copy of Super Street Fighter 4, and pops it in the open drive, and pushes the power button. The screen of the giant television kicks on and the game's opening sequence starts.]

Check it out.

[truffulacide]

I can t- hey!

[he blinks, listening to the fan whirr inside the console, half-expecting the thing to start shaking. then the TV catches his eye and he sets the 360 down, shuffling on over and crouching down as he watches the movie play with a sort of awestruck look on his face that gets more and more eager as the music continues to build and the characters - definitely not little pixelated stubby blocks - start fighting.]

Woooooow... That's...that's so AWESOME! It's like a movie!

[technohippie]

It's even better when ya play it. [Quinn goes to hand him a controller... But hesitates.] Then again, ya did just belt me with a guitar.

[truffulacide]

You can control those people? [he wags a finger at the screen.] Like, make them fight and jump around just like that?

[that's it, you sold him. rowdy dow, this is gonna be all shades of awesome aaaaaand -

...oh. you tease.]

You're still mad about that? That was almost five minutes ago.

[which says a lot about how quick Once-ler holds grudges. he genuinely doesn't see the problem here.]

[technohippie]

Pretty much.

[Thinking, with an exaggerated expression and fiddling the controller in his hand, Quinn eventually holds it out. He's not good at holding grudges, especially in the face of a potential new gaming buddy.]

I'll let ya off the hook this time.

[truffulacide]

[he grins, all sunshine and daisies.]

You say that like there's gonna be a next time. [that grin melts into a smirk - a decidedly innocent one, but a smirk nonetheless.] I mean, I think we've made sure that there won't be, huh?

[he likes to think so. he wasn't lying about all the abuse his guitar has taken, but if there's one thing he absolutely loathes it's taping the darn thing back up after he's broken it. at this point it's being held together with a miracle.

he snatches the controller, marveling at the size and the awkward way it fits into his hand. does it really need that many buttons? what's this one do?]

Sooo... How d'ya play?