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]

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?

[technohippie]

Yeah, yeah, I'll do my testin' elsewhere. They're pretty much ready to go anyway.

Left directional pad moves 'em around, the buttons are different moves. I can show ya the move lists, but I always felt it was better to learn by button-mashing trial 'n' error.

[truffulacide]

Hmph. [somehow, he finds himself at the character selection screen through liberal button mashing. he doesn't even know what these things do, but he supposes that he must be doing something right to get this far.] If you want my opinion, they're pretty top notch if the intent was to tick everyone off. But, if you put 'em around your house strategically, they'd be a good way to keep people away.

[he settles on Dudley, if only because he looks classy. that's the kind of guy he'd want at his back in a fight, he thinks.]

That's what I'd use them for.

[technohippie]

I'll probably use 'em myself for some home defense, but they're actually for someone else for the ultimate defense of Mayfield.

[He's going with Ibuki. LET'S ROLL.]

[truffulacide]

The ultimate defense of Mayfield is glitter?

[let this battle be one for the ages, my beloved enemy.

...orrrrr he could just spend the next minute and a half slamming buttons, making his character swat at the air like some very heavy-handed human fly swatter. that's how sophisticated gentlemen fight, right? sure, right.]

[technohippie]

[Quinn will take it easy on the newbie. He'll try not to make it obvious, though.]

Yeah. Friend 'a mine wants to make real mines for when things in Mayfield start goin' to pot. Zombies, hazmat suits, things like that.