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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.
mathemagier: I have a cane (Excuse me?)

C- Maurtia Falls

[personal profile] mathemagier 2015-08-13 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
Junkyards certainly weren't places Hermann frequented by any stretch of the imagination, but understanding the parameters of his new abilities meant that he could make things, and for those things, he needed certain bits and pieces of other things.

Most pressingly, his cane was still made out of parts of a crutch, and a few days of use was starting to get to him. Sure, he could always buy one, but he had a feeling they'd need the rest of their money for other things- like food and clothing- before either of them were paid again.

He also needed a laptop, because office work was far from ideal, but again, out of his budget and possibly even his skillset, but if he was lucky, he might find one in need of only minor repairs.

So it was with these thoughts in mind that Hermann found himself at the outskirts of Maurtia Falls and picking his way around heaps of junk, prodding the occasional object with the end of his cane or viciously kicking something out of the way. It was something of a chore all on its own that his brain couldn't stop reminding him that Newton wan't within immediate reach.

It took the better part of a half hour to realize he wasn't the only one there, and another good fifteen minutes of small circuits around the area before recognition kicked in. Another five were spent in silent debate over whether or not he should approach, until he finally gave in and made his way over to the other man.

"..Mr. Qubit?"
mathemagier: are you hitting on me (Does not compute)

[personal profile] mathemagier 2015-08-13 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Hermann gave a brief, tight smile in return and nodded, eyes glancing over Qubit's small collection, then turned to assess the pile itself.

"It's certainly something of a novel experience- one I hope not to repeat with frequency, however.. it seems we have similar purposes."

He was grossly unprepared however and had to hope something jumped out at him, rather than dig through who knew what. Next time perhaps, if he didn't manage to find anything today.

"Collecting parts for the Porter, I imagine?"
mathemagier: grrroupie (Wrong)

[personal profile] mathemagier 2015-08-13 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Parts enough to assemble a functioning laptop, ideally."

But that wasn't looking likely today. "Newton has also requested a radio and a pair of glasses. As if I'm likely to find any intact, let alone his prescription type."
Edited 2015-08-13 04:30 (UTC)
mathemagier: lern 2 smile bro (Dork)

[personal profile] mathemagier 2015-08-13 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
Hermann gave a shrug and meandered closer.

"I don't pretend to know the inner workings of Newton's brain, and I honestly don't particularly care to." The irony of course, being that they shared a psychic connection. One that wouldn't leave him alone. Don't mind the random glare he casts off in the direction he guessed Newton was in.

But back to the matter at hand.

"I'd rather not inconvenience you, Mr. Qubit." And yeah, he totally caught that. "I'm not certain my ability extends to manipulating electronic parts, so I'd likely be building it by hand- nothing remarkable. However.."

Spotting a cracked mirror with a faded golden frame, Herman maneuvered over to inspect it. He traced the inside of the mirror with a fingernail and a gentle pulse of light had the frame separating from the mirror. Less subtle was the way the golden frame came apart in precise pieces. Hermann examined the ones he dubbed to be in the best condition and took them in hand to bring over and show Qubit.

"If you're interested.."

After a moment of concentration, the pieces disappeared from his palm in a flash of tiny digits and reappeared in the next, newly smoothed and warped into something resembling a handle. The dull grip of his own cane popped off like it had been inexpertly taped there, and the golden handle disappeared and reappeared affixed where the previous one had been.

Hermann placed his cane back down on the ground, testing his grip and leaning on it with a smile. "And that is how.. that works. Much better."
mathemagier: this is my predictive model- no touchie (Explain a thing)

[personal profile] mathemagier 2015-08-13 09:03 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps he should have held it out for inspection, but it's not difficult to recreate. It was also a sorely needed improvement, a material much closer to familiar underneath his hand.

"I've done some testing over the past few days," he acknowledged with a nod. "Not the most comprehensive study yet, of course. There are many factors to account for. However, as one might expect, small, simpler objects are easier and quicker to manipulate. Size and complexity seem to correlate with time on a varying scale. I could bend sheet metal without much difficulty, but if I wanted to twist it into a more intricate object, it would take longer as I charted the new factors into the equation. Repeated uses of the same or similar designs would complete more quickly, although with still some allowances for relative size for reasons I've yet to fully determine. Therefore, it's typically more efficient to scale down the pieces I'm working with."
mathemagier: u kno not 2 whom u spek (Peasant)

[personal profile] mathemagier 2015-08-13 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"In theory," he agreed. It all required more extensive testing, but he needed a laptop sooner rather than later. Best perhaps to start smaller, as well.

Hermann frowned, the one question that nagged at him since he'd first witnessed it in the hospital. "Nothing conclusive, I'm afraid. A type of liminal space wherein it's interfaced with my calculations.. the time spent in transference." He shrugged. "Another pet project."

He stooped down to pick up a small strip of scrap metal, and when it reappeared, it was shaped into a small, mathematically perfect cube. Hermann offered it for inspection. "Newton offers his greetings, by the way."
mathemagier: I have a cane (Excuse me?)

my hero

[personal profile] mathemagier 2015-08-13 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
He'd almost forgotten how exciting it could be to exchange ideas just for the fun of it- with no crushing desperation stifling natural curiosity to puzzle together the unknowns. Hermann straightened, a thrill running over his skin as Qubit's theory sparked effortlessly off his half-formed considerations. His fingers flexed, and he earnestly wished for a blackboard and several pieces of chalk.

"Somewhat difficult to prove," he lamented by necessity. "But that is nonetheless a fascinating theory- it is the same material, simply altered by parameters I've defined. To use a tired analogy, I will not be turning lead into gold or modifying anything on an atomic level, but the physical properties of the object.."

Left him with an astounding amount of control over his surroundings. His grip shifted, leaning almost dangerously forward. "I've also found I do not need to be physically touching the object, although my calculations are more accurate if I do so- likely due to familiarity.."

But he already knew the exact dimensions of the tiny cube in Qubit's hand, and watched as it settled back in the same place instead as a sphere. "The range of which simply seems to be my visual field, but there's more testing to be done on that front, as well."
mathemagier: are you hitting on me (Does not compute)

[personal profile] mathemagier 2015-08-13 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"I must say, with all these new considerations to take into account, these abilities seem to have nuggets of smaller mysteries wrapped in them," Hermann was saying, finally warming up to the idea of having superpowers if they furthered his understanding of the universe. "If I had to adopt new capabilities, I'm relieved.."

He trailed off as Qubit staggered back, and Hermann watched with a pinched expression, consciously straightening before he fell forward himself. His words over the past minute had been nothing alarming, he reflected. But was there a deeper revelation there, lurking where he couldn't see it- something horrifying about tapping into higher dimensions?

Hermann shifted, uncertain. "..Mr. Qubit? Are you quite alright?"
mathemagier: shit's gotten real (Oh god)

[personal profile] mathemagier 2015-08-14 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
It didn't look like he was fine from where he was standing, but Hermann was hardly going to insist. Whatever the man was dealing with wasn't his business, and he wouldn't know the first thing about what to say even if it was. But what had been the trigger? If he knew that, perhaps they could resume the discussion, but as it was, all he could do was stand and wait for Qubit to regain himself.

The green light forced him to take a step back, but all he could think as he watched complex parts weave themselves together, was that at least it wasn't Blue. It looked like something out of a comic book, but then, this was the first power he'd really seen outside his own. It far outstripped his own capabilities certainly.

Hermann stared at the sleek, silver laptop, looking like everything he needed in one simple piece of technology, and hooked his cane over his arm in order to turn it over between both hands. A lovely simplistic design, compact and durable, and complete with a charger to ensure its battery life. No visible defects, and the Q on the back of it like something of a maker's mark that made his lips twitch into amusement.

"Remarkable." He was far too impressed to be appropriately conscientious. "A level of mastery I doubt I'd ever achieve, and certainly nowhere close to that speed."

Hermann folded it down and held it to his chest like one might a precious child. "This will be perfect. I simply cannot thank you enough, Mr. Qubit."
mathemagier: this is my predictive model- no touchie (Explain a thing)

[personal profile] mathemagier 2015-08-14 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Hermann conceded the point with a nod, uncertain of how he felt about being here or having these new abilities for so long. He'd have to store all his findings and carry it around with him for whenever he was able to return to his own dimension.

But the radio took him by further surprise, and he stared at it a moment, chagrined. "Ah yes, you are.. very kind, Mr. Qubit. A moment, if you would."

With his cane taking up one hand, he had a limited amount of objects he could safely carry at once. Hermann hadn't been particularly concerned initially, as he'd expected to be bringing back mostly parts for these things. His ability allowed him to repurpose stray materials into a sturdy enough duffle bag at least, and he tucked the laptop, charger, and radio into it with a satisfied huff.

"I'll be sure he thanks you properly." For a given definition of 'proper'. "..Or at least makes the effort to do so."
mathemagier: grrroupie (Wrong)

[personal profile] mathemagier 2015-08-20 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
While he was of the opinion that someone should hold Newton accountable for basic social niceties when they were merited, he could admit it was something of a delusion.

Hermann cast a look around the junkyard and gave something of a shrug. He had some reason to linger, but he also wasn't looking forward to taking the transit system back again.

"That would be an accurate assessment." Not that this particular set of clothing hasn't been through the mill already, but still. "If it wouldn't be too much trouble, I suppose."