23rd Fix

[techno_mancer]

[Quinn hasn't been himself lately. The fallout event was rough on him, and he keeps losing friends lately. Finding April droned - seemingly for good - really stung. He seems to drift into space a lot, but if you ask him if anything is wrong, he gives you his usual grin and says he's totally cool. He spends a lot of time mindlessly playing video

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[fthisgetmecigs]

[Oh look who's meandering down the street! It's Badou. Quinn's a friend he guesses... So you go visit friends when you're like meh, right? Right. He just does a casual wave, puffing on a cigarette as per usual. ]

Yo. [He hasn't seen Quinn since bombcannibaldeathfield so the eyepatch is probably a new thing.] Ya give up on the quitting smokin' thing now?

[techno_mancer]

Hey. Ya know, if Mayfield's gonna send me my brand from home in the mail, I'm takin' it as a sign. Plus, after this past weekend... I need it.

[Quinn cocks his head, looking a bit concerned.] Ya alright, man?

[fthisgetmecigs]

[As if on cue, Badou takes a long drag.] I hear ya, man. Dying fuckin' sucks ass.

Huh? Oh yeah, this? [Points to his eyepatched eye. He's since made a proper eyepatch of course.] Best fuckin' present from mcshitsville ever, y'know? [Yep. Sounds like he really loves this.] Guess now I look a little more like I looked back home.

[techno_mancer]

Been in this town for over a year now, that was the first time. Guess I've been lucky up until now.

Damn. That's Mayfield for ya. They don't wanna see ya happy, despite everything they tell ya.

[fthisgetmecigs]

[Badou snorts a bit.] And I've got shit-ass luck, dyin' in the first fuckin' month. Man.. This whole dying here though..I don't know. [Shrugs, not sure how to describe what he was expecting. ] Seems just really fucked up.

Yeah, well... S'not like I got used to seeing with two eyes anyway.

[Doesn't bother asking and just meanders to the porch steps.] Scoot over. I've been on my feet all fuckin' day. [Also it'd be nice just to have a smoke with a friendly face.]

[techno_mancer]

Sure ain't fun, that's for sure.

[Quinn does so, and offers him a cigarette from his carton from home.]

Sure thing man. Here, have a cigarette that actually tastes like somethin'.

[fthisgetmecigs]

[Takes a seat next to Quinn on the porch and the offered cigarette.] Thanks. [What fortuitous timing, seeing as Badou's own cigarette seems to be exhausting it's last bit. After extinguishing what's left of it, he immediately lights up the new one, taking a deep drag.]

Mmm..This shit is great. If I get my brand here, I'll return the favor.

[Takes a nice long drag.]

So you've been here a year.

[techno_mancer]

Yeah. Year 'n' like, two months or so. It was some time last October. But who's countin'. That means Christmas is comin' again, so... Just know it's gonna suck really hard, too.

[fthisgetmecigs]

[Just sits there, surprisingly quiet for a moment, smoking his cigarette before he speaks again.]

What happened last Christmas? Was that shit as bad as this?

[techno_mancer]

They gave everyone back stuff that was all... broken. They forced us into askin' for Christmas gifts, then gave them too us, all warped 'n twisted of course. Like an episode of the Twilight Zone.

[fthisgetmecigs]

Man.... I ain't lookin' forward to Christmas, now.

[Tilts his head slightly, looking a little confused.] Twilight Zone?

[techno_mancer]

Don't set your hopes on most holidays in this town.

Like the old TV show? This reminds me that I don't know when you're from.

[fthisgetmecigs]

Tis' the fuckin' season I guess.

Huh. Ain't seen that show before. [Blows out an impressive cloud of smoke.] Dunno, man. This America shit and 1950s.. Ain't something I heard of before. I could be the future I guess. After everyone before us fucked up. I mean, shit. Not like they talked about too far in the past where I'm from.

[techno_mancer]

Oh man. Ya make it sound like some kinda future apocalypse thing. What year are ya from? I mean, I'm from 2010 so I'm pretty far off from this place myself.

[fthisgetmecigs]

Y'think? I mean it's always pretty much fuckin' cold all the time but hell, didn't think it was that bad. [Tilts his head slightly, the cigarette smoke wreathing his head.] Think the year's like...Well. It ain't even close to 2010.