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Qubit ([personal profile] superposition) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2015-08-07 03:01 pm

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WHO: Qubit and anybody!
WHERE: De Chima #003 and elsewhere
WHEN: First week or so of August
WHAT: A new guy settles in, where by "settles in" I mean "immediately starts making a mess."
WARNINGS: none known!

A. De Chima #003 : Interior (closed to roommates)

The first night, it was all Qubit could do not to collapse the second he came in range of a bed. A "long day" didn't begin to describe it. He ached all over, his head was pounding, and yet... there was no way he could just pass out like this. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Tony's withered face, sunken eyes glaring up at him - hateful, wretched, for the first time weak. And when he opened them, he heard the echo of Modeus laughing at him in Bette's voice.

By now it was dark out. What with having jumped from evening back into morning, he must have been up for well over 24 hours already. But he couldn't sleep. He knew he wouldn't be able to, not with so much work still to do.

He knew as soon as he walked in that the house they'd sent him to wasn't vacant. But getting to know whoever else was staying here wasn't high on his list of priorities at the moment. If Modeus was around, Qubit would almost definitely be his first target, and he'd rather not make it easy on him. He might be able to rig the house's wiring into a makeshift perimeter alarm, but he'd need a control panel for that at the very least, and ...

... and there was a blender in the kitchen. "Ahh, you'll do nicely."

So, yeah, residents of #003, there's a strange man in your kitchen telekinetically taking apart your nonessential appliances and reassembling them into things that are very much not kitchen appliances. Also, his eyes and hands are glowing bluish-green whilst he does this. Hope you didn't need that crockpot.

B. De Chima Neighborhood (open)

Over the next few days, Qubit was in and out a lot. He'd wasted no time throwing a proverbial armful of irons into the fire - secure the house, look for Modeus, locate the army's Porter, build his own Porter, make a better computer, find a good source of scrap, keep an eye out for anything suspicious ... Realistically, it was probably more projects than he ought to take on at once, but it felt as if a sort of mad restlessness had taken hold of him and wouldn't let go. And occasionally, when he caught a glimpse of his reflection, startled himself with the haggard, half-frenzied look in his own eyes, he wondered if maybe its grip wasn't the only thing holding him together.

But it wasn't as if he could stop. His own Earth needed him. No - strike that, Earth could probably do with a bit less of him. But Kaidan and Gil needed him. He was the closest thing they had to a leader, his embryonic ideas the closest thing they had to a plan. Of course they were more than capable of fending for themselves, but he knew Kaidan, she'd never settle for fending. She'd do everything in her considerable power to help, and more, if she could manage it. Really, she was the least alone out of any of them, but he couldn't help worrying all the same.

He spent a considerable amount of time away from the house, at least in absolute terms, but mainly in spurts of an hour or two throughout the day. In between, there were ample opportunities to catch him porting in and out, and he wasn't really bothering to be surreptitious about it.

His teleportals, not exactly engineered for stealth, glowed bright blue and made a distinctive humming noise whenever they were open. Sometimes Qubit came through with nothing, sometimes with a few scraps of broken technology that he'd toss into the shed, and once or twice he got lucky with an armful. But so far he'd had slim pickings...

C. near any of the Porter cities (open)

... which was why he was surveying junkyards. And scrapyards, and the occasional garbage dump.

Sometimes he'd be scanning the area with a tricorder-sized device he'd whipped up for that purpose the other day; other times, poking around in the midst of it, trying to find something that hadn't already been stripped for copper and such; but more often a combination of the two.

So, if you were the kind of person who liked to hang around junk- and/or scrapyards, there'd be a pretty good chance of running into him there.
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[personal profile] maglevflash 2015-08-08 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
Qubit might have seen this slim girl going to and from next door a few times a day. Often wearing her black and yellow armor. Sometimes working on something technical in the garage.

She does notice him for sure, though; that portaling makes a very distinctive sound. So one day as she's working on what looks like a bike, she decides to catch him as he comes back. She hears the humming start and grabs a rag to wipe off her hands before jogging over to see what's going on.

"You know, depending on what you're looking for there's probably an easier way to get this stuff."
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[personal profile] maglevflash 2015-08-15 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
She's not the ninja type, to be honest. Not worth the effort.

"Yeah, it's a bit close to Russia. You might start off the war in earnest." She's joking, even though she knows distantly that it's a real threat. She glances over the car battery, curiosity getting to her.

"So what are you trying to find?"
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[personal profile] maglevflash 2015-08-15 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Now that was interesting. "What kind of security? For the house?" She'd never considered in necessary. Who'd want to break into their house? Half the time people probably wondered if anyone even lived there it was so quiet these days.