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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[technohippie]

I'll see if I can fix up my laptop to read the discs. Then we can check them out on the big screen. Just gotta finish up this first project, if ya don't mind.

[ooeeooahah]

If you can, that's more than I had before.

[ She gives him a kiss on the cheek. ]

Thanks for looking into it.

[technohippie]

[He definitely seems happy to be useful.] Not a problem, darlin'.

[ooeeooahah]

If it keeps you off the street, so much the better.

[technohippie]

You make it sound like I'm terrorizin' the town.

[ooeeooahah]

Hon. Please. A bored mage is a dangerous mage.

[ She chuckles, ] Being out of school means you can get in more trouble.

[technohippie]

These won't get any worse than water and glitter. I promise!

[ooeeooahah]

If you can get these read, I'm going to see about transcribing the textbooks for local use.

[technohippie]

I'm sure it'll be way more interestin' stuff than the texts we got here.

[ooeeooahah]

Most of it is from my first year at med school. If they ever send my culinary school texts, I think more people would be interested in those.

[technohippie]

I'm sure any change in old fashioned American cuisine books would be really popular.

[ooeeooahah]

They sent me the Brown Encyclpedia book on pork, right after Egon got moved to my house. [ She sighs, sad. ] I guess his drone won't mind that it's treif. Not that he mentioned it, but..

[technohippie]

Ah, your not-hubby? That's too bad.

[ooeeooahah]

Yeah, well... kinda might have been my fault.

[ Ilsa pulls a small copper charm out of her pocket. ]

Just in case, I'd like you to keep this on you.

[technohippie]

Wait, how's him gettin' droned your fault? [He'll take a look at the charm] What is it?

[ooeeooahah]

It's a protective amulet. It's not able to negate everything, but it can give you a little time to react.

[ She puts the charm in his hand, looking at the ground. ]

... and it can block me if I get out of hand, again.

[technohippie]

You, out of hand? What're ya talkin' about?

[ooeeooahah]

[ She looks up and down the street, before answering. ]

I'm not all human. They twisted up my memories, but they didn't change what I can do... just what I won't do.

[ It takes her a few starts and stops to say the next bit. ]

Quinn, I drained Egon to death.

[technohippie]

[He looks shocked.] Wait, what? Drained? Ilsa, what're ya talkin' about?

[ooeeooahah]

[ She looks upset. Very quietly, she murmurs. ] My daddy's an incubus.

[ Ilsa is hugging her briefcase to her chest, but it doesn't quite stop the shaking. ]

[technohippie]

[He notices the shaking, and Ilsa gets a comforting hand on the shoulder.] Ah. And I guess Mayfield gave ya that power back? I mean, were ya tryin' to do it, or...?

[ooeeooahah]

I've had that ability for a while, but I was trained to use it in healing... reduce pain and return energy. Drain the festering emotions so the psychic wound can be repaired.

[ Her voice is steady, but quiet. ] Last weekend, Mayfield took the memory of that training away, and left me with the memories of someone without those ethics.

[technohippie]

It's hard to deal with when Mayfield's messin' with your memory. Sorry to hear it, darlin'.

[ooeeooahah]

Tarvek thinks it has nothing to do with Egon getting droned, but... I have to wonder.

[ Ilsa relaxes a little bit, since Quinn hasn't thrown her out. ]

I really don't want to test the theory, either way. Just hope Egon is back in his lab, and whole.