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"Doc" Emmett L. Brown ([personal profile] sciencestyle) wrote in [community profile] maskormenacelogs2016-02-11 12:12 am

asking the right questions

WHO: Doc Emmett Brown and his new allies and...enemies? aka YOU.
WHERE: Anywhere, though greatest likelihood is De Chima unless otherwise specified
WHEN: Throughout February
WHAT: Traveling hover car tour, grooving at the disco, and more! (aka catchall)
WARNINGS: May vary, will post per thread!

a. the grand hover-tech tour of 2016
For all his desire to keep the true extent of his abilities to himself, Emmett hasn't been shy at all about sharing the wonders of hover technology. He's already promised to drop by a few houses with blueprints and models, and miraculously he somehow has a few tiny things all put together! He's all too happy to invite people to meet him outside the house in De Chima during the day, otherwise he'll visit them at whatever city they happen to inhabit.

"Ah, good day! I'm Emmett Brown, I believe I spoke to you about a technology collaboration the other day? It took some chop-busting, but everything's prepared as promised."

b. disco fever
Welcome to the Boogie Nights Disco Joint, where the groove's always going and everything shines so bright it'll hurt your eyes if you aren't careful. If for some reason you're in the neighborhood to get your dance on, you'll find a rather odd DJ playing most nights---his shiny suit is only matched in outlandishness by his wild white hair.

And for some reason, the disco ball doesn't seem to be visibly attached to the ceiling. It's some kind of magnet system employed for 360 degree light coverage. Pointless application of tech? Yes, but it's kept him some semblance of satisfied in this odd job.

The Doc's line is always open for song requests and chitter chatter.

c. the wildcard
[Shoot a starter or ask me for one! Doc tends to motor around and stick his nose into everything, shouldn't be an issue.]
superposition: (But now you have gone)

[personal profile] superposition 2016-02-11 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
A disturbance? Yeah, you could call it that. Qubit was out of the house, as he is more often than not, and he comes home in the manner to which he is accustomed. There's a sudden distinct whoosh, and a brief smell of ozone, as a bright blue portal appears in the common area and out he steps. He doesn't even see the flying pen, which bounces off something and disappears into the portal behind him just before it closes. HOPE YOU DIDN'T NEED THAT.

The startled look on Doc's face (and hair) catch his notice, of course. But he's already met this new tenant, so Qubit's not terribly surprised to see him in return, and he greets him casually. "Oh - sorry, didn't see you there."
superposition: (Through hell and high tide)

[personal profile] superposition 2016-02-11 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, so Doc hasn't seen him 'porting around before. Qubit doesn't really bother to remember who's seen it and who hasn't, it's not exactly a secret. But he likes that thinly veiled fascination, and his ego likes it even more.

"It's not a power," he says, with a sly smile of his own. "It's one of my inventions."
superposition: ((i told you so))

[personal profile] superposition 2016-02-12 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, perfectly." He's unambiguously preening now. Whoops, what is being modest about his accomplishments. "If you think collision checking is a pain to simulate, try applying it in the real world. It was quite the interesting challenge, certainly, but nothing I couldn't handle."

Because I am the smartest is left unsaid. That'd just be juvenile.
superposition: ((assume i know something you don't))

[personal profile] superposition 2016-02-12 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, but on the plus side, getting run over by a flaming time machine would be a fairly awesome way to go, don't ya think?

Qubit leans on the edge of an armchair. At the moment he only knows Emmett as a hovercar mechanic and disco DJ (which, by the way, raises the question of why disco is still a thing in any 2015), so he's unconsciously assuming the finer points of quantum mechanics will go over the guy's head. But hey, even if they're not collaborating, at least there's plenty of room to impress.

"The technology's just the beginning. The real rewards are in the doors it opens. The limitless opportunity - there are entire worlds out there, Emmett, far beyond anything you or I can dream. Believe me, I've seen them. Weird landscapes, alien civilizations... technologies so advanced even I hadn't conceived of them." (Which he went ahead and borrowed, naturally. Sometimes he even had permission.)

There's a fire in his eyes as he goes on, his hands gesticulating almost of their own accord. Good job, Doc, you just had to go and get him started.
superposition: ((ponders the gate))

[personal profile] superposition 2016-02-24 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"All those and more," says Qubit, nodding enthusiastically. "Well, the cross-dimensional warps are how you get there in the first place. Actually, I'd been working on something like that here - another Porter, one we'd actually have control over."

It's already out of his mouth before he realizes what the obvious next question is. So how's that working out for you? "There've been... a few hurdles," he adds reluctantly.
superposition: ((beings of strategy))

[personal profile] superposition 2016-02-28 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, no, I know what the problem is," Qubit says quickly. He's only been troubleshooting it for like six months. "The problem is the Porter in Cape Canaveral. It gives off - basically, it emits a unique form of radiation that, among its other, incompletely defined effects, appears to cause a subtle but unpredictable interference pattern at the subatomic level. I mean, we're talking about differences in electron spin alignment, and on a smaller scale it's not enough to cause problems, but at interdimensional proportions the effects begin to aggregate, causing ..."

Abruptly, he remembers his audience. Right - he's a hovercar mechanic, Qubit, not a theoretical quantum physicist. Use your layman words.

"... It keeps the portal from stabilizing, essentially," he adds, though he's a bit reluctant to drop the jargon. The jargon makes the continuing, bitter failure sound less like his own fault.
superposition: (For idle hands to do)

[personal profile] superposition 2016-02-29 12:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Essentially. I mean, it still works at relatively short distances, but interdimensionally..." He shrugs. Of course, "relatively short" here means "on Earth," but he can go to Thailand with his watch, so that's still less than he was shooting for.

The shift in topic catches him a little off balance, but not too much. "Could be. We're still not sure how the power bestowal thing works, though. Or, for that matter, why not everyone is affected. My power wasn't altered at all, for instance, and I'm sure I'm not the only one."
superposition: ((crossed arms))

[personal profile] superposition 2016-03-09 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Quite." And getting to the root of the radiation isn't as straightforward as it sounds. Theoretically, he could just 'port himself down to the lab where they keep the Porter, except that the interference is even stronger there, to the point where he can't get a bead on it.

But anyway... Qubit folds his arms. "By the way, what power did you end up with? I don't think I asked before."
superposition: ((the implications))

[personal profile] superposition 2016-03-11 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Well. That ... certainly is a development. Not because it's unusual - this is familiar ground, he's known several people with similar powers. But there was one he knew best, worked with for years, and then unknowingly sent to his death. It's been over a year, subjectively speaking, and objectively speaking he knows it wasn't entirely his fault - no one could have known (even if maybe he should have known) - but there's still that sting, and it dims his enthusiasm somewhat. It's funny, almost, how it's the little reminders that keep catching him off guard.

Qubit shifts a bit, uncomfortable, but then catches himself and forces a more appropriate reaction. A smile, an intrigued tilt of the head, a hand to his chin. That's better. Don't go opening the baggage.

"Interesting - I've seen that a few times before. What kind of charge can you get out of it, do you know? Maximum, minimum..." He doesn't bother asking for specific units, considering that the average Joe doesn't know an amp from a watt from a coulomb.
superposition: (And yet you start to recoil)

[personal profile] superposition 2016-03-28 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
That gets both eyebrows raised. A gigawatt is roughly the output rate of a nuclear power plant - at such a low voltage he'd need to be pushing fifty million amps a second, and there's virtually no material in the universe that kind of current wouldn't melt. So yeah, until he can increase the voltage significantly, that's a ways off.

"A gigawatt?" Qubit repeats, incredulous. Not because he's never worked on that order of magnitude - his teleportals draw a lot of power themselves, despite frequent efficiency improvements to push the number down - but because short of said teleportals, he can think of only a handful of things that would require that kind of power. "That's pretty ambitious. Why that high?"
superposition: ((see i told you it would work))

[personal profile] superposition 2016-04-10 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
It's too late to backpedal, Doc. Qubit's starting to think there may be a little bit of a kindred spirit here. His smile's more genuine this time.

"Oh, don't be so quick to dismiss those impractical flights of fancy. What do you think my portals started out as?" For the first time, he acknowledges the blueprints Doc was working on, pointing in their general direction. "Is one of those what you were working on there?"