//Quinn in more modern settings is a punk for sure. Anyway. I have to work tomorrow and my brain is turning to mush. Replies and such sometime tomorrow.

Is Quinn sleeping in the ditch again? Yes. Has she had much more to drink than she should have? Also yes.

She's just thinking smooching women.

//The Worst Excuses has provided me plenty of songs for Quinn to sing.

"Mute the alarm; to recover from harm. That I dealt to myself; last evening. Late to the job; the perpetual slog. Yes, I'm still drunk; no there's no point concealing.~"

Gosh women are hot.

//I need to post that solo but it's like 7000 characters long and I don't want to cut it up.

It's always safe. Quinn was only going to smooch Silvia with permission.

There could also be plenty of smooches for Del too.

Those are easier to clean.

Well... if you insist she is more than happy to-

If Del and Silvia are in, Quinn is.

That Silvia is pretty cute. Quinn would smooch.

Consider, letting Quinn squeeze a butt.

Just remember, if you let her, Quinn will smooch.

She has a headache this morning. Not from drinking, for once.

//Sleeping now.

She'll bite. She's curious what people will do should they best her.

She could use someone to cuddle for the night.

//Gonna drop a solo tomorrow. Probably going to do it at like 4AM when I get up to minimize disruption to people's feeds. Quinn needs more sad days in her life, obviously.

//Bleergle. I owe a lot of replies. May be a bit spotty for the next 30min to an hour.

Checklist for the day: Cry - check. Smooch girls - still not checked. Find partner for the night - unchecked. Feed Valor!!! - check. Report to Capt. Fortune - check. Overall most of her day got taken care of.

Yawning stretch. She's thinking about a nap.

She's not built, but she has decent muscles. She's toned for sure.

She has a thing for cuddling. Makes sleeping nice. Usually she tries to be the big spoon.

"Just remember the Marines are part of the Navy." Quinn wouldn't tell these jokes to Silvia if she thought it wasn't in good fun. "I'm sure you've heard the one about a sailor walking into a brothel. Right?"

"Well yes." For her part Quinn is stepping back to avoid the blow. "I have a few more if you'd like."

Don't threaten her with a good time. "I hope you weren't a submariner. You know what they say. Right?"

//Quinn is really just an excuse to see how many punk rock refrences I can write into solos that people don't catch.

She hasn't been crying you have! Her eyes are just puffy and red from... uh... allergies!

She is awake and it is time for gay thoughts.

She always wants to smooch all the pretty ladies.

Thighs. She likes her face between them.

"Seru, bestest girl. Red, definitely my favorite noblewoman with the best butt."

//Not gonna be able to be here tomorrow. Gonna try and give you a solo of sad Quinn.

When it is cold and one is cuddling Quinn cold feet will be used as a weapon.

She does know quite a few different styles of dance. She's done a lot of dancing back in Demacia. Most of them require a partner though.

She will smooch all the lovely ladies she can.

Stretching scout. She's had a busy morning.

//I have to go to work today. Quinn will be back to smooch all of the ladies later.

First time doing one of these, looks fun:3 • First impression? • Would we fuck? • How Rough? • Cuddles after? • Would I date you? • Would I kiss/slap/hug you? • Pregnancy chance? • Should you post this, too?

Quinn definitely has a thing for gals with abs. She likes the kind of girl that can kick her ass.

//Junebug scared the shit out of me and now I have cactus spines in the joins of my hand. Probably not going to be on for the rest of the evening as I try and pull them out.

"Up until dawn, Account's overdrawn. Breakfast this year, has been yesterday's beer. Don't miss a drop, no heaven forbid.~" She's just picked up a few bottles to enjoy in the coming days. Then it's back to the regularly scheduled depressed drunk.

Quinn's thoughts summed up: Smooching girls, cute butts, the relative wealth and defensive capabilities of the last place she visited, and a never ending grocery list of snacks for Valor.

Her notebook is encoded to the point that she is basically the only one who can read it. That's by design for when she's in the field or on the ship.

"I don’t believe in heaven, but I know the devil’s real; she’s sitting at my table, her hands have touched my meal; sHe rummaged through my dresser, and she’s looking for a sign. But I can’t tell you what it is she’s, hoping she will find.~" Just a singing scout.

"Valor just whines at me that I'm not feeding him enough. Mostly because he's too lazy to hunt." The bird would bend his head down towards the hand, gently bumping his head into it. Despite what she may say, he was fairly well behaved. "Plus he just kind of barged into my life. You picked plants."

"Nice to meet you Del. I'm Quinn." Valor would tilt his head as he watched her, those sharp eyes blinking. Quinn was quick to turn her attention to the bird. "Now don't go ruining this one with all your antics Valor. She's actually nice." She'd then bring it back to Del. "You can pet him if you-

"Want some company in there or would you prefer I stayed on the shore enjoying the view?" The scout would come a bit closer, dropping to be roughly the same level with the other.