Somebody Else's Baby

Participants:

kincaid_icon.gif quinn_icon.gif

Also Featuring:

Junko

Scene Title Somebody Else's Baby
Synopsis Quinn turns a trip to Studio K into Bring Your Baby To Work Day. Only, it's not her baby.
Date January 10, 2010

Studio K


It’s about lunch, and despite that it’s already several hours into the work day, Robyn Quinn is just now trudging through the halls of Studio K. Tired, weary, and dressed in her almost constant attire of black jackets and skirts to match her short, black hair, it almost could look like she’s coming in from a funeral or something equally sombre.

Unfortunately, her excuse is not that good.

A tall Starbucks coffee cup is carried in one hand as she steps off her elevator, and- a baby carrier in her other? Well, Quinn is certainly no mother, but when your roommate’s made arrangements to babysit for a friend, and then vanishes for several days, that leaves one person to take care of the poor child left behind.

Lord help everyone around them both.

Junko hasn’t making noise since they got on the elevator, and for the most part, it just has Quinn looking down at her nervously, occasionally making a noise in respond. She’s watched Junko for most of a day before, but this is already more than she had to handle that one time. Enough so that her attention is far, far more focused on the baby as she walks down the hall, making noises in response to Junko’s giggling and laughing.

That's not a sight at the office that many people expect to see. Some of those that work there are parents, mothers, fathers— but bringing their children to work doesn't happen often, if at all, so the sounds of baby noises do draw eyes occasionally.

And sometimes they actually pull someone out of a side office to look. And this time that someone is a tall man, with short brown hair, which at first glance looks dark, and then light as the overheads hit natural highlights. Kincaid's still sporting the light stubble, not enough to be called a beard, but enough to show he's not young and baby-faced. It makes him look older than he actually is, which unlike women, most guys want to appear so.

"Robyn Quinn? You're the last person I expected to be carrying a kid around," he comments. Just because they haven't met, doesn't mean he doesn't know who she is. After all, he's in the production booth— "Sorry, Kincaid August— Assistant Producer. And over all gopher. Do you need help?"

“W-What?” Quinn looks up with a bit of a start in Kincaid’s direction, blinking a time or two before she responds. “Oh, um- yeah. If you don’t mind? I need t’ get my stuff set up still.” She smiles, setting down Junko and offering over the bag hung over her arm. At least one less burden would be nice. “Kincaid? Have we met?” She eyes him for a second, not quite able to recall having met him at Tartarus.

“Ah, no it’s- not my kid.” She smiles at him, before looking around – people are staring, and it’s making her feel out of place. “I’m babysitting for a friend. Well, for two friends, really. Long story.” Picking the carrier back up, she smiles and looks back down at Junko. “I got kinda blindsided by it, so… I kinda had t’ bring her with me.”

The offered bag is taken and hoisted up onto a shoulder, though Kincaid's looking down at the baby with curiosity. "I think the baby's a heavier burden, but— I can definitely carry this to help out." As he moves in closer to follow along side, he thinks for a moment, as if trying to recall something. "Oh— we may have seen each other at the auction. The charity one. I think we were both bought by K. But I make it a point to know as much about the new hires as possible. I don't want to look like a fool in front of the boss, right?"

The last is said with a small laugh, before he reaches down with his free hand to offer a finger to the baby. Some people are extra protective of strangers touching babies, but— perhaps that's why he only waves the finger there.

"So what's her name?"

Quinn doesn’t seem to have an issue with Kincaid reaching for the baby; in fact it serves as a bit of a welcome distraction. Quinn’s smile grows as she watches the nine month old reach out for the finger, attempting to grab it as firmly as her little hands can manage. “Junko,” Quinn replies with a bit of a sigh, reaching down and pressing her finger on the baby’s little button nose.

“Did we? Jesus, my memory is so shoddy sometimes.” She rolls her shoulders a bit, making her way towards – well, she isn’t actually sure if she has an office or anything like that yet. But she’s commandeering an empty one for the day, and if Kristen takes issue with it, she’ll just distract her with a baby! Babies make good distractions, right?

“Either way, it’s nice t’ meet you, Kincaid. Thanks for the help.” Turning into the seemingly abandoned room, the carrier is set down on the desk, Quinn tipping up and leaning down, making tickling motions at the young child. “Oh, yeah, I’m totally Robyn Quinn. I never answered you!” She spins around and offers a hand for shaking, her usual form of greeting.

He shakes his head. It's probably not really kosher to compliment a person on a baby name they had nothing to do with. Not their baby!

Still, he follows into the abandoned room, puts down the case he carried, and moves to stand in front of the baby carrier.

"She's so… tiny. Babies never cease to amaze me sometimes… Do you have much experience with kids?"

“Not much,” Quinn admits with a bit of a laugh. The case Kincaid had been carrying is quickly opened to reveal a few things – a few burned CDs in generic jewel cases, albums by Metric and Florence + The Machine come spilling out, a few pieces of notebook paper with handwritten words scrawled on them – and several baby supplies, including a no longer warm bottle, with Quinn immediately pulls out and holds up for the baby to see, trying to gauge her reaction to it on if she’s thirsty or not.

The way she reaches eagerly says, to Quinn at least, yes.

Holding the bottle in place as the baby drinks, she looks back over at Kincaid with a smile. “One of my old apartment buildings had a lot of kids running around all the time, an’ they were adorable. I’ve watched Junko here before once, too. So… I’ve got a little somethin’ t’ work with.” Her free hand drums on teh wood desk, and Quinn looks back at Kincaid. “What about you? Because you’d be a lifesaver if you could give me any tips.”

"I— yeah, I can give you some tips. Part of my job is to keep the money makers happy," Kincaid says with a lopsided, yet somehow distracted smile, as he continues watching the tiny baby. Always watching, always mindful. "I helped raise the kid of a… friend of mine's. The first few years, at least. She needed help, and I was there… I learned how to change diapers with one hand, even," he says that as if it's a joke.

Change diapers with a hand tied behind his back!

Well, maybe not exactly accurate. If she knew his past she might understand that better, but she may also notice scars all over his right hand and lower wrist. The hand itself seems to work just fine, though.

"I got a little free time— I can help watch her while you get your work done, and give you pointers at the same time. You won't even have to pay me."

“I- wow, that would be totally awesome,” Quinn replies with more than a bit of relief in her voice. “I’m honestly not entirely sure what work’s going to entail, yet. I have to track down Kristen an’ see exactly what she wants me t’ do work wise around here. I heard mummers about doin’ stuff in the radio division, an’ some production work, but we haven’t really had the time t’ iron out anything specific. But I came by t’ try an’ get set up. Meet some people. If she wants me t’ work in radio, put t’gether some pitches, maybe.” She shrugs a bit, looking back over at Kincaid. “You’re the assistant producer? Which division?”

"I work with Kristen, but I do more with the Advocate than anything else right now— Though I do work with the radio a bit too," Kincaid says though his extremely dark eyes are distracted by… baby. When she gets a little spit on her cheek, he even leans down and wipes it off gently, not seeming grossed out by the baby at all.

"You should definitely meet with K and I believe she wanted you to meet Tahir Dunham, he's working on a new show. And I might have some sound mixing for you to do myself. For a show I'm working on. Anyway… if you need a few hours to bump heads and find out what you're doing here, I can keep the baby occupied for you."

"Sound mixing? You're in luck, I've been getting a lot of practice with audio mixing and mastering lately," she replies a bit dryly, watching intently as Kincaid wipes Junko's cheek. Thankfully, she hasn't had to do too much of that yet. Outside of the incident before she left. Which is probably why she's wearing the same clothes she was wearing yesterday, not that Kincaid would be aware of that.

Reaching over to her bag, she grabs one of the burned CDs and slides it over to him. "Amateur work, but I think it turned out good. I'm biased though, if you like how it sounds, let me know. It means I did something right." Scrawled on the CD, in permanent marker, is "SPIRITS PROMO" in big, fancy looking promo, a piece of paper inserted into the sleeve, but with any writing facing in and unreadable without opening it. "Tahir Dunham? Name sounds familiar, I'll see if I can find him. Thanks for passin' that on. The more I get done t'day, the better."

"I'll give you a warning— he's one of those completely full of himself guys. Rich, thinks he's the hotest thing on the planet, but— he's talented, and that's why he's here," Kincaid says grinning a little as he looks over. "I'll have to run and grab the sounds I want mixed into songs and tell you what I want— I was going to try to do it myself, but I was going to end up winging it— or asking for help anyway. Better to have someone who knows at least a little what they're doing do it, right?" And watching a baby as payment? He'll totally do that.

There's a regretful glance back toward the baby, before he backs up toward the door. "I can go get that stuff now, and bring it back, and see if I can find out where Kristen is, too. That way you can go see her and I can get a little work done myself while keeping as much of my attention as possible on making sure your little bundle is happy."

"I'll give you a warning— he's one of those completely full of himself guys. Rich, thinks he's the hotest thing on the planet, but— he's talented, and that's why he's here," Kincaid says grinning a little as he looks over. "I'll have to run and grab the sounds I want mixed into songs and tell you what I want— I was going to try to do it myself, but I was going to end up winging it— or asking for help anyway. Better to have someone who knows at least a little what they're doing do it, right?" And watching a baby as payment? He'll totally do that.

There's a regretful glance back toward the baby, before he backs up toward the door. "I can go get that stuff now, and bring it back, and see if I can find out where Kristen is, too. That way you can go see her and I can get a little work done myself while keeping as much of my attention as possible on making sure your little bundle is happy."

"I really need to get a laptop, I guess. So I can work on that kind of stuff here. I wonder if C- the studio owner keeps her Pro Tools stuff an' all that jazz around…" Quinn muses aloud, and when Junko starts trying to mimic her words in that special little baby way, she laughs and leans over the young girl, lowering a pointed finger at the child until she seems to go cross-eyed reaching for her finger, which Quinn more than willing lets her grab on to. "Well, he sounds like he'll be fun. I don't think I'm worried about him gettin' too full a' himself though. An' I think that sounds like a plan!" She turns and plops herself down on the edge of the desk, like a child impatiently waiting for her mother to finish up on a trip to the office. Straightening her skirt, she looks back up at Kincaid with a wide smile. "Thanks a whole bunch, Kincaid. I can already tell working here is going t' be totally awesome."


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