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redshiftlogs2019-11-26 11:33 am
superposition) wrote in redshiftlogs2019-11-26 11:33 am
Following Up Following Down [closed]
Who: Qubit, assorted
What: Qubit needs to contact a few people about the whole Longinmouth situation.
When: i don't even know. time isn't real
Where: Anchor
Warnings: N/A
1. for Ben & Pratt, separately
[ Both of them will get the same text, but at slightly different times. ]
I need to speak with you. In person, if possible.
It's about the incident with Carlisle.
2. for Kieran
[ There's no point trying to contact Kieran over the network. He couldn't read to begin with, and now he's blind as well. So Qubit tracks him down in person, checking in first at the Medbay, only to find out he's been released and relocated into the dormitories.
He finds the appropriate door and knocks. ]
Kieran? It's Qubit. Are you in?
3. for Onni
[ Carlisle is Qubit's friend. He'll stop at nothing to help him. But there's only so much he can actually do - he may be able to help Carlisle suppress the psionic side of his abilities, but that was never going to be anything but a stopgap, a treatment of the symptoms rather than the underlying cause.
The cause is magic. And magic is far outside his wheelhouse.
He does know a handful of magic-users in Anchor. Initially, he thought about asking Loki, but the man's trustworthiness aside, he's been Ported out. Reynir's wards might be useful for containment, but that's not his objective right this second. There's still one avenue he needs to explore, one that's a total unknown. Onni Hotakainen, the Finnish mage.
So one day, Onni will be getting an audio call from him: ]
Onni Hotakainen? This is Qubit. I'll get right to the point - there's an urgent matter that I believe only a mage may be able to resolve, and I need to know if you can help. The safety of everyone in Anchor is at stake.
What: Qubit needs to contact a few people about the whole Longinmouth situation.
When: i don't even know. time isn't real
Where: Anchor
Warnings: N/A
1. for Ben & Pratt, separately
[ Both of them will get the same text, but at slightly different times. ]
I need to speak with you. In person, if possible.
It's about the incident with Carlisle.
2. for Kieran
[ There's no point trying to contact Kieran over the network. He couldn't read to begin with, and now he's blind as well. So Qubit tracks him down in person, checking in first at the Medbay, only to find out he's been released and relocated into the dormitories.
He finds the appropriate door and knocks. ]
Kieran? It's Qubit. Are you in?
3. for Onni
[ Carlisle is Qubit's friend. He'll stop at nothing to help him. But there's only so much he can actually do - he may be able to help Carlisle suppress the psionic side of his abilities, but that was never going to be anything but a stopgap, a treatment of the symptoms rather than the underlying cause.
The cause is magic. And magic is far outside his wheelhouse.
He does know a handful of magic-users in Anchor. Initially, he thought about asking Loki, but the man's trustworthiness aside, he's been Ported out. Reynir's wards might be useful for containment, but that's not his objective right this second. There's still one avenue he needs to explore, one that's a total unknown. Onni Hotakainen, the Finnish mage.
So one day, Onni will be getting an audio call from him: ]
Onni Hotakainen? This is Qubit. I'll get right to the point - there's an urgent matter that I believe only a mage may be able to resolve, and I need to know if you can help. The safety of everyone in Anchor is at stake.
no subject
Y-Yeah. They. Uh. Th-They were from back home.
[He fidgets a bit more in his seat.]
I ran with some ruthless folks called the O'Driscolls before I got caught b-by another gang. The Van der Lindes. They, uh, g-got some information out of me [see: actual torture] about a hideout. Th-The O'Driscolls found out I talked and got mixed in with their rivals, s-so a few of 'em grabbed me from outside o-of the Van der Linde camp one day and... well...
[He gestures vaguely, tiredly, at his face. He's relived this moment so many times, both in his head and physically, that it's more draining than frightening anymore.]
Killed me after that, too. Th-They didn't get that far here, o-obviously, b-but everythin' else was exactly the same. Even th-the marsh. Don't know how they got here, d-don't know if those nanite things or whatever the hell they're c-called were involved... b-but it was as real as that day.