[ Since the whole thing with the cameras, Qubit's taken some measures to improve security in his lab. Perimeter sensors, heat and motion detectors, something to tell him if the door's been opened - pretty much everything he could think of, if it was in his capacity to make. So you can imagine his surprise when, one morning, he wakes to find another object planted on his workbench.
Okay! Cool! Good to know none of his precautions worked! Chalk another one up for justifiable paranoia!
The offending object is a picture frame, glass cracked, containing a photograph of two young men, neither of whom he recognizes. He turns it over in his hands a few times - no name, no identifying marks. Also, it doesn't explode, that's a plus. Just a mysterious photo, presented without context. He's about to set it down and go check his logs when his comm emits an odd noise... one that's familiar, since he's already been on Peter's salvage expedition by this point. Childlike laughter. He curls his lip at it; was that supposed to intimidate him? ]
Yes, very funny. Followed us home, did you? What's the meaning of this?
[ The childish voice, disjointed, overlapping itself- ] "It's a gift! No, not for you, silly. For him!"
"Him"? [ He glances at the image. One of the two depicted? The pieces start to come together, and the voice adds a singsongy clue: ]
"The man who's a puzzle with the pieces all mixed... but there was one thing even she couldn't fix."
[ The rest, you can probably guess. Qubit tries to get more answers out of the mystery voice, but it doesn't respond, and there's nothing in his logs to indicate what's causing this, apart from some colorful interference he can't identify. In the end, he takes the photo with him as he goes about his day, on the off chance it actually does belong to someone - but he's not about to drop everything to play courier for a ghost in the machine.
He can be found anywhere in Anchor, typically performing some kind of inspection or maintenance... in spite of the creepy voice hounding him about its asinine riddle every few minutes. ]
"Colder! Warmer... warmer, warmer! Cold..."
[ He's trying to ignore it, but it's visibly getting on his nerves. ]
02 | throw new ImmuneResponseException();
[ This may come as a huge surprise to absolutely no one, but Qubit's not big on the whole "downtime" thing. Apparently, the only thing that can make him stop working for a day or two is if he's physically unable to continue. Which he is, now! Thanks, space flu.
The bug gets him good; he'll be laid up in the medbay for the better part of a week. So anyone who happens to be there could easily spot him at some point, either asleep or wishing he was. Occasionally he tries to get some work done on his tablet, but... for the most part, it ain't happening.
"Whoa, Qubit's finally getting some rest? Stop the presses!" Yeah, yeah, get your jabs in while you can, assholes. ]
Qubit | open
Okay! Cool! Good to know none of his precautions worked! Chalk another one up for justifiable paranoia!
The offending object is a picture frame, glass cracked, containing a photograph of two young men, neither of whom he recognizes. He turns it over in his hands a few times - no name, no identifying marks. Also, it doesn't explode, that's a plus. Just a mysterious photo, presented without context. He's about to set it down and go check his logs when his comm emits an odd noise... one that's familiar, since he's already been on Peter's salvage expedition by this point. Childlike laughter. He curls his lip at it; was that supposed to intimidate him? ]
Yes, very funny. Followed us home, did you? What's the meaning of this?
[ The childish voice, disjointed, overlapping itself- ] "It's a gift! No, not for you, silly. For him!"
"Him"? [ He glances at the image. One of the two depicted? The pieces start to come together, and the voice adds a singsongy clue: ]
"The man who's a puzzle with the pieces all mixed... but there was one thing even she couldn't fix."
[ The rest, you can probably guess. Qubit tries to get more answers out of the mystery voice, but it doesn't respond, and there's nothing in his logs to indicate what's causing this, apart from some colorful interference he can't identify. In the end, he takes the photo with him as he goes about his day, on the off chance it actually does belong to someone - but he's not about to drop everything to play courier for a ghost in the machine.
He can be found anywhere in Anchor, typically performing some kind of inspection or maintenance... in spite of the creepy voice hounding him about its asinine riddle every few minutes. ]
"Colder! Warmer... warmer, warmer! Cold..."
[ He's trying to ignore it, but it's visibly getting on his nerves. ]
The bug gets him good; he'll be laid up in the medbay for the better part of a week. So anyone who happens to be there could easily spot him at some point, either asleep or wishing he was. Occasionally he tries to get some work done on his tablet, but... for the most part, it ain't happening.
"Whoa, Qubit's finally getting some rest? Stop the presses!" Yeah, yeah, get your jabs in while you can, assholes. ]