Arms Hotel, Wednesday, 9/14

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Of course Quinn had seen the new posters for Annie on her way to work. She was neither blind nor deaf. (Really? Embedded sound chips? Where did you even buy those?)

Mostly, this meant she spent her shift trying to figure out if they could be topped. It was an island full of geniuses, someone had to have perfected holograms. Or she could go for scratch-and-sniff posters that smelled like coffee, since it seemed to be most seniors' drug of choice. Or she had just enough time for a second round of cupcakes...

For now, Quinn would work with what she had. Mary still wasn't around, so she took the liberty of designating a special rate all of her own.

Welcome to the Arms Hotel!
Seniors: Book Homecoming + Special Event Suites Early!
50% Off This Week
Vote Quinn for Student Council
Special: Crack Pie

[OOC: OCD is eating all the pie. Open hotel!Edit: Let's call the discussion of Quinn's name NFB, thanks.]

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[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

After an... interesting shared experience over the weekend, Bruce figured it would be a good idea to check in with Quinn and maybe find out if their Vice Principal child made any attempts on her life.

"Hey, Quinn," he said, walking up. Before he asked anything important, he had to ask, "What on Earth is crack pie?"

[Work's slow enough that I should be able to ping a couple times throughout the day.]

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"It looks like it's some kind of caramel with an oatmeal crust," Quinn answered, with a slight shrug. "I haven't tried it."

She gave Bruce a slightly tired smile. "Hey. How's the gunshot wound?"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"It went away randomly before the end of the day," Bruce said. It was almost as if the writers had just plain forgotten about it. But that would be silly to say out loud. "And I don't even have a bruise there now, so I think I'll be fine. Did our 'child' ever end up confronting you? Or was that lost with your escape from the wedding?"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Quinn shook her head. "I can't remember much from after, y'know, riding off on a horse, but I think I was just with Ender for the rest of the night."

Almost like they'd been temporarily written out!

"Have to admit, I'm not exactly sorry I missed out on Little Wadey."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I can't blame you. As it is, I'm sure I'll have to avoid Deadpool for weeks if I don't want him calling me 'Daddy,'" Bruce said, cringing a little.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure I knew that was his name, but I totally forgot," Quinn said. "Wow. What bizarre combination of our genes came up with that? You must have been doing drugs when I got pregnant."

She knew that wasn't how it worked.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"If that's what it was, then it's the most compelling anti-drug message I've ever seen," Bruce joked. "Related to all of that stuff, I actually have a question for you. It might be nothing, but I've been curious about it for the past few days."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Okay, but I've never thought about chinchilla ranching in my life," Quinn said carefully.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Congratulations, Quinn. Bruce actually smiled at that joke.

"No, nothing that exotic," Bruce said. "I was wondering about the name Lucy. Both of us knew that was you and it didn't factor into anything else, but it was such a specific detail that it stuck in my head. Does it mean anything to you?"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Of course that stuck in his mind.

"... yeah, but promise not to tell anybody?" Quinn asked, with a sigh.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"With a reaction like that, I'd be a terrible person if I didn't," Bruce said. "I promise."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"My whole name's Lucy Quinn Fabray," Quinn explained. "I haven't used the Lucy part since I was 13 or something. It's sort of -- your mom wasn't Lucy or anything, was she?"

She didn't want to insult the name if Bruce had some deep personal attachment to it.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"She was a Martha," Bruce said. "You're safe."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Good," Quinn said, and simplified the story. Having been ugly and unpopular was not a time in her life she liked to dwell on. "Anyhow. My folks moved, so I was changing schools. I figured I might as well change my image, too. Quinn sounds more like the person I want to be."

She shrugged. "Nothing that interesting, huh?"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't say that," Bruce said. "I've moved around a few times and tried different schools myself. I can see the appeal in carving out a new identity for yourself." In fact, Bruce had done that at several of his schools, with a new name and identification each time. Granted, Bruce's reasons for this were probably slightly different than Quinn's.

"For what it's worth, I think it was a good move. 'Quinn' seems to fit you much better than 'Lucy.'"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"It's cuter," Quinn agreed. "Plus, I like that it's kind of a guy's name but not ... you know. Fred. If my middle name was Fred I would have stuck with Lucy."

She smiled. "It's sort of fun, starting over."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"It really is. That's part of why I came to Fandom," Bruce said. And that was somewhat true. "I figured that if I actually settled down in one place for a while, I might be able to turn myself into a whole new Bruce." Or at least invent a new personality for himself that he could use to cover up what the real Bruce might do. Po-tay-to, po-tah-to.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"So did you manage?" Quinn wondered, but lightly. "Are you a whole different Bruce?"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I'd like to think so," Bruce said. The fact that he was talking to someone he could easily identify as a friend may have been strong evidence in this direction. "If nothing else, I've at least learned a lot about who I am. And that counts of something."