superposition: ((tight-lipped))
Qubit ([personal profile] superposition) wrote in [community profile] redshiftrp2019-10-02 10:46 pm

video; @Qubit

[ Yeah, so, Qubit looks a little put out for some reason! Almost as if he took something personally that definitely wasn't meant that way. ]

Qubit here. In light of recent events, I'd like to remind everyone that circumventing security measures makes the station less safe for all of us.

[ Holds up his index finger- ] Now before anyone starts, I'm by no means disputing your fundamental right to privacy. No, there should not be cameras in your private rooms. But the cameras in public spaces are there for a reason - to detect things like, say, an intruder planting surveillance where it shouldn't be.

[ He pauses for a moment, debating whether he should go for this next part. But... yes. Yes, he absolutely is this petty. ]

... On a side note. For anyone unfamiliar with Earth mythologies, "Loki" is the name of a Norse trickster god, best known for repeatedly deceiving his family and friends for his own amusement. More fool them for trusting him, I suppose.

[ Then he shrugs, with a wry expression that isn't quite a smile. ] Although if memory serves, his little pranks generally come back to bite him, sooner or later. Food for thought.
killedwithlove: (Not looking)

[personal profile] killedwithlove 2019-11-03 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
You don't have thoughts. Or emotions. Your clothes have emotions, flickering firelights of fancy, but you're... not.

[ Cole looks intensely uncomfortable, clinging to the edge of the door, preventing it shutting again. ]

Like Solas. But more. Much more.
killedwithlove: (J'sccuse!)

[personal profile] killedwithlove 2019-11-03 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's not better.

It's unnatural, a filtered, Outside set of words that say something and have no meaning. It feels dishonest and dominating and frightening, words without context, like the device but worse, since there should be more. ]


No! You're not there! You're not there. You're Tranquil.

[ He knows he isn't, but that's what it most feels like. A Tranquil, stating things and yet never quite being. ]

You hurt. It hurts. Raw and rough and-

[ Cole vanishes in a cloud of dark green smoke, fleeing away from the horror of something with nothing Inside and to something that makes sense. He runs off to go find Ben and stalk him for a while. ]