Video @Smoking.Bomb

[bakudan_bambino]

[The video opens up to a young man with silver hair, a bored expression on his face, and a kitten on his shoulder.]

Is there anyone around here that's good with robotics and/or programming?

[The boy points to a leather half choke collar around his neck. The kitten on his shoulder yawns, tucks its face against the collar, and one of its legs hang off, the flames gushing out of its ears doing absolutely nothing to Gokudera's neck.]

This keeps shocking me, and it can't be removed. It only started when I arrived on Anchor, so I think the travel here is causing it to ma- [He winces gently, and the kitten gets up and then hops off and out of the camera's view.] malfunction.

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[bakudan_bambino]

Yes, I've been that way before. Is it labeled with your name? Just Qubit?

[Being an Italian/Japanese boy who's been to other planets before, he's not certain if the name on the door would be Qubit's, or just... labeled as something something technological expert something something, or in another language entirely. It sounds like Gokudera is on the move, the video switched back to audio while he walks.]

((ooc: you wanna go video to action in this post or switch to a closed log? I'm cool either way.))

[superposition]

That's correct.

[ Just "Qubit," in neat serif letters, Roman alphabet. It sounds like he's up and moving, too - he's already at the lab, conveniently, but. ]

Drop me a text when you're here. Just need to round up a couple of things.

((ooc: action's fine by me!))

[text/action]

[bakudan_bambino]

[Gokudera sees no need to keep up with the video chat, and cuts it off while he makes his way to the labs. He's not staying so often in the Quads, and has been venturing out to the library. It's easier to read when he's alone, and his collar was less responsive to others when there were no others to trigger its functions.

He still looks tired, but that's mostly due to the fact that he doesn't take great care of himself. Takeshi helps him sleep most nights, stays close by him if he's having any nightmares, or if he just needs someone to help anchor him. He doesn't eat much, is a fairly slender sixteen year old, and he's smoking a cigarette as he approaches the door labeled with Quibit's name.]

I'm here

[He knocks on the door and opens it, putting the cigarette out and tucking the butt away in one of his pockets. Gokudera doesn't act as curious as he is to be in the lab, probably because he's not sure what kind of work Qubit actually does.]

[superposition]

[ Well, the door's locked, actually, even though Qubit's inside. But he'll hear the knock, and say to come in, and then it slides open automatically, being a fancy future door and all.

The lab is a little cluttered at the moment, but the machines themselves are well in order, with their cables neatly bundled and run up through the ceiling. (You should have seen it before the big refactor, it was a disaster.) There's a wide array of sciences represented in the equipment, but it skews heavily toward physics and electrical engineering, as does most of the debris on the main workbench. One notable project is a vertical tube large enough for a man to stand inside, although its purpose isn't clear at a glance.

Qubit, dressed head to toe in green as usual, acknowledges his guest with a nod. ]

Gokudera, I presume.

[ And wow he can definitely smell that tobacco on him. How old is this kid? Hopefully not as young as he looks. Qubit picks up a thick tablet from nearby - definitely not Anchor tech - and starts getting its sensors configured. ]

Sorry I couldn't get to you sooner. Been a bit under the weather, as it were. How are you finding Anchor so far?

[bakudan_bambino]

[Gokudera's seen his fair share of fancy doors. The fact that this one opens in response to the man's voice isn't new or groundbreaking, but a feature like that would have been relatively uncommon in some of the more Elite levels in Tanagura.

He looks around curiously, but keeps to himself. Gokudera has seen a great many things in his last world, explored Portae into pockets of the past on alien planets. The curiosity stays in his eyes, though his posture suggests he's bored, his shoulders tense as he's guarded. He does not know this man. Has heard his name here and there, and then on the network his title. Now he can put a face to that, and he looks Quibit over before nodding.

There's clear caution in his narrowed eyes, a pout to his lips and he keeps away by a few feet. That probably won't help this man get a good look at his collar, but for a moment, he's keeping a safe distance.]

Small, but relatively quiet. [Aside from the cruise ship and the quakes, he's been in what feels like hiding.]