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?]

Comments

[technohippie]

Secret military operation. I'd tell ya, but then I'd have to kill ya.

[swineprince]

O-oh... [Taking him seriously.]

I... I'm sorry if I broke it...

[technohippie]

[He shakes his head.] Nah, man, it's cool. Hopefully it just shorted and didn't melt. You do electricity magic?

[swineprince]

It's my main element, yeah. Though my power's pretty weak right now.

[technohippie]

My cousin's an electric mage. He's like a walkin' power plant, though.

[swineprince]

Wow. That's so cool! I'm better at electrical manipulation then generating it myself, but I can do more of it when I'm at a higher power class.

[technohippie]

Mayfield only giving you back abilities a chunk at a time?

[swineprince]

Y-yeah... Well... We have a power class system where I come from. I've only gotten back the weakest class, though that's not where I was before. I was a Free Clas--...

[His face falls as he comes to the sharp realization that if Mayfield is going to give him his power back one class at a time, He's going to have to endure Perfect class and possibly hurt any friends he makes here.]

Oh... Oh no....

[technohippie]

[Blinkblink?] What's wrong?

[swineprince]

If I'm getting back my power one class at a time... I... I'm probably going to end up hurting people I care about.

[technohippie]

Oh, not cool. Well, if ya get back somethin' bad in the mail, ya can always go to the Postman 'n' trade it back in...

[swineprince]

If I'm Perfect, I'm not going to want to give it up.

[technohippie]

Hm. Maybe ya just oughta stay away from the mail?

[swineprince]

M-maybe... But what if they give me good things back?

well that wasn't the right icon. also i forgot anyone can edit now, derp

[technohippie]

I suppose ya need to figure out if the risk is big enough.

<3

[swineprince]

Y-yeah, I guess so... [He looks rather worried now.]

[technohippie]

Hey man, you'll figure it out. Don't worry too much about it yet.

[swineprince]

I... I hope so.

[technohippie]

[Well now he just feels bad. There's no mopin' on my sidewalk. Come on in and have a drink or somethin'. [He's got a minifridge full of soda and beer bottles!]

[swineprince]

I... I'm sorry! I don't mean to be so depressing. I... That sounds nice.

[He offers a friendly smile and brushes off as much of the glitter as he can.]

[technohippie]

[Eb is free to pick the beverage f his liking. Quinn tosses him a bottle opener.] Eh, don't worry 'bout the mess. Ain't like I didn't hit myself in the face with confetti 'n' crap like a dozen times before I got those things loaded right. I'll be cleanin' it up forever.

[swineprince]

[He takes a soda and only barely manages to catch the bottle opener... With his tail. He then opens the bottle, bottle opener still wrapped up in his tail.]

Do you have any drones in your family? You could make them clean it.

[technohippie]

Nice catch.

Yeah, just one. I suppose I can, but I do feel bad bossin' 'em around sometimes.

[swineprince]

Y-yeah.. I suppose. But you could at least ask them to help?