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superposition) wrote2019-09-06 02:00 am
superposition) wrote2019-09-06 02:00 am
[Shortly after Creepy Joe's post goes on the network, Qubit gets a link in his inbox, along with a note:]
Please find this door and make sure it is locked. Thank you.
Please find this door and make sure it is locked. Thank you.
[Gosh, what is he even doing.]
Should I put Peter on it, then? Because who knows if this lunatic can be trusted, but he seems very adamant about this thing behind some door and how bad it is.
Should I put Peter on it, then? Because who knows if this lunatic can be trusted, but he seems very adamant about this thing behind some door and how bad it is.
Right now Peter's busy trying to get himself killed. I'm busy trying to stop him. I'll look into the door once we've stopped that lunatic running loose in the station. All right?
You're all busy trying to get yourselves killed or keep someone from being killed, and you yet you found the time to return my message. I will question your priorities later, assuming you aren't dead.
[Which is honestly his way of saying "Don't die, Qubit."]
[Which is honestly his way of saying "Don't die, Qubit."]
Edited 2020-01-03 07:33 (UTC)
Oh, don't start. You'd have complained either way.
[Don't call him out like this, Qubit.]
And I will have more to complain about if either of you get killed and I find your animated husks shambling around Anchor.
And I will have more to complain about if either of you get killed and I find your animated husks shambling around Anchor.
[Oh, he knows what that means now.]
I will leave you to it. Message me when you are finished there, please.
[Just to let him know you're okay -- not that he worries or anything, like he's doing right now.]
I will leave you to it. Message me when you are finished there, please.
[Just to let him know you're okay -- not that he worries or anything, like he's doing right now.]
[Not even a week after his last message, and Carlisle is back in Qubit's inbox again.]
Hello, Mister Qubit. Are you busy?
Hello, Mister Qubit. Are you busy?
Not especially. What do you need?
[ After all, Carlisle doesn't contact him out of the blue unless he needs something. Not that he's offended by that, it's just the nature of their friendship thus far. ]
[ After all, Carlisle doesn't contact him out of the blue unless he needs something. Not that he's offended by that, it's just the nature of their friendship thus far. ]
[There's a gap between texts. Wow, it must not be very urgent if he's taking this long.]
Nothing. I was just taking a walk DOWNstairs and thought of you. You are often so HELPful on walks.
Nothing. I was just taking a walk DOWNstairs and thought of you. You are often so HELPful on walks.
Edited 2020-01-13 01:28 (UTC)
[ ... Subtle as ever, Carlisle. "Helpful on walks," what would that even mean. Still, he drops what he's doing and heads for the elevator. It'd be nice if he'd been more specific, but the phrasing suggests he can't. As if someone might look over his shoulder... ]
I see. One day I'll have to join you. Unless you walk alone?
I see. One day I'll have to join you. Unless you walk alone?
[Must type faster; curse his poor typing skills and his reluctance to work on said typing skills, as that would require him to further familiarize himself with technology and who has time for that when everything is terrible.]
Why ever would I walk alone? Even now, I have company.
[Good company. Not the kind of company that would make him want to ask Qubit specifically for help.]
Why ever would I walk alone? Even now, I have company.
[Good company. Not the kind of company that would make him want to ask Qubit specifically for help.]
Edited (LAST EDIT I SWEAR but that typo would have haunted me forever.) 2020-01-13 04:52 (UTC)
[ Company. That's what he thought. But who? Does Carlisle even have any enemies? Who would -
Kabal. It's Kabal, isn't it. God damn it. Really should have seen this coming. But on the plus side, that means he knows exactly where they are. ]
Ah, of course. Safety in numbers. It seems something's just come up - I'll speak to you soon.
[ And by "something" he means "this", and by "soon" he means "in about three minutes." STAY STRONG, CARLISLE. ]
Kabal. It's Kabal, isn't it. God damn it. Really should have seen this coming. But on the plus side, that means he knows exactly where they are. ]
Ah, of course. Safety in numbers. It seems something's just come up - I'll speak to you soon.
[ And by "something" he means "this", and by "soon" he means "in about three minutes." STAY STRONG, CARLISLE. ]
[Marian doesn't care for messaging much in terms of keeping her timeline in synch, but as long as she isn't doing anything crazy during the course of a conversation, it should be fine. And lets her send passive-aggressive emails with Dirac notation for the basis of 'qubit'.]
Do you have an actual name, {|0>,|1>}?
[Carlisle's 'technomancer' gibberish was off-putting, but it does nag at her a bit that whoever this must at least have some technological knowledge to use that as a pseudonym.]
Do you have an actual name, {|0>,|1>}?
[Carlisle's 'technomancer' gibberish was off-putting, but it does nag at her a bit that whoever this must at least have some technological knowledge to use that as a pseudonym.]
[ Well hello, you have his attention. It's been a while since he ran into someone who knew the first thing about quantum computing. ]
Well, typically I render it in English. Easier to pronounce. Who is this?
Well, typically I render it in English. Easier to pronounce. Who is this?
Dr. Tenebris, a relatively recent arrival. It was suggested that it might be worth talking to you about some more technological aspects of our current situation. You'll have to pardon my reluctance to use a "quirky" pseudonym.
[The one thing about text is is conveys that dry and unimpressed tone pretty well. For at she knows, he's still just some kook.]
[The one thing about text is is conveys that dry and unimpressed tone pretty well. For at she knows, he's still just some kook.]
You're excused. [ It's less adept at conveying sarcasm, unfortunately. ]
But yes, that's correct. I manage a good chunk of the day-to-day maintenance and security around here, among other things. That's a discussion I'd rather have in person, however. Do you know where R&D is?
But yes, that's correct. I manage a good chunk of the day-to-day maintenance and security around here, among other things. That's a discussion I'd rather have in person, however. Do you know where R&D is?
[Fortunately (?) exasperated eye rolls aren't conveyed either.]
Yes. I'll meet you there.
[Not that she isn't mildly anxious about meeting Anchor's residents in-person, but there's always an easy way out for her if things get dicey. She'd just rather not use it... and with that thought half in mind, she decides that she should wait, tapping her foot, at a spot in the hall that at least (as far as she can tell) appears to be out of sight of any security cameras. That could be a complication she hadn't had to consider before...]
Yes. I'll meet you there.
[Not that she isn't mildly anxious about meeting Anchor's residents in-person, but there's always an easy way out for her if things get dicey. She'd just rather not use it... and with that thought half in mind, she decides that she should wait, tapping her foot, at a spot in the hall that at least (as far as she can tell) appears to be out of sight of any security cameras. That could be a complication she hadn't had to consider before...]
[ The cameras have pretty good coverage in the R&D hallway; Qubit's lab isn't just where he keeps his dangerous experiments and valuables, but also where he sleeps, so he's pretty invested in keeping it secure. They're not without their blind spots, but getting to them does involve crossing a couple of vision cones.
He exits his lab less than a minute after she arrives, the door sliding shut behind him. She's not quite what he expected (he may or may not have been subconsciously expecting a dude), but who else is she going to be. ]
Doctor Tenebris, I presume?
He exits his lab less than a minute after she arrives, the door sliding shut behind him. She's not quite what he expected (he may or may not have been subconsciously expecting a dude), but who else is she going to be. ]
Doctor Tenebris, I presume?
[ As tempting as it is to snap back, he decides not to rise to the bait. He'll be speaking to you soon enough, pal. ]
[At least he didn't really leave her waiting long, which doesn't go unappreciated. Marian wasn't quite sure what she expected either, but absurd hairstylings aside, at a glance he seems reasonably... normal. Her returned greeting is perhaps, er, not the most courteous, although delivered in a neutral, mildly unimpressed tone.]
I hope you truly don't expect me to call you "Qubit", of all things.
I hope you truly don't expect me to call you "Qubit", of all things.
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