19th Fix

[techno_mancer]

OK! Now that this whole terrible milk business was behind them, Quinn Hatch was ready to get back to normal Mayfield routines. Which meant checking on his housemates to make sure everyone was alive and sane again. It also meant he had to make a visit to Cyuss's place, but not before stopping at the bakery for a cake. He had promised to bring

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[Outside Shana's house]

[flameyedhunter]

What's wrong, mr. hatch?

[techno_mancer]

[He's got a radio in his hands. He might have gotten it from your garage. Or someone else's. Whatever. He holds it out, looking distressed. He's also slurred and reeks of booze so she can probably guess what the issue is here.]

This! The radio, it's got... well there's a lot wrong with it. It practically cried at me. But it's okay. It's okay! I can fix it. Shouldn't be hard. He'll be okay.

[flameyedhunter]

Mou, I think we need to fix you first. Come inside, I'll get Wilhemina to help you out.

[techno_mancer]

No, 's okay! I'm fine now, darlin'. But I can take this home, right? I can get it back to ya in a few days. Good as new. Better than ever. Ya'll be able to pull in broadcasts from space!

[flameyedhunter]

I don't believe you! [ Shana will try to grab his hand and drag him in. ]

[techno_mancer]

No, I can! I'm good at this kinda thing, I swear. Okay, maybe sayin' space was an exaggeration. But it'll still be awesome.

[She's free to just drag him along as he rambles.]

[flameyedhunter]

[ Shana will toss him bodily on the couch and find him cookies. ]

[techno_mancer]

[Oh hey look a couch. Cool.]

Oh, is this your house? Ah, thanks, I ain't really hungry though.