[Qubit is right behind the door, and Carlisle stands on the other side several feet from it, the fingers of one hand curled against his palm while the other grips his communicator as though his life depended on it. Though he brightens -- visibly -- when Qubit appears, he remains in his spot for another second or two, replying from there rather than any closer.]
Yes. Yes, good to see you, Mister Qubit.
[One more moment of hesitation and he forces himself forward, determination etched into his brow as he hurries toward and beyond the threshold. With every step, the wall glows just a hair brighter, the illumination barely visible to the untrained eye, as easily missed as the soft hum of a volatile enchantment.
Despite his predicament, Carlisle still goes to the trouble of angling himself to the side so as not to risk brushing against Qubit on his way in. They both have their quirks about physical contact, and it seems he'll respect those even when he's dealing with other issues. The technology around the lab (which does seem more organized than the last time he was here, he has to admit) does little to keep him out today as he doesn't stop until he's a good distance from the door, letting out a sigh of relief once he can no longer feel the enchantment working against him. The wall itself quiets, the soft glow dissipating.
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Date: 2020-02-17 06:06 am (UTC)Yes. Yes, good to see you, Mister Qubit.
[One more moment of hesitation and he forces himself forward, determination etched into his brow as he hurries toward and beyond the threshold. With every step, the wall glows just a hair brighter, the illumination barely visible to the untrained eye, as easily missed as the soft hum of a volatile enchantment.
Despite his predicament, Carlisle still goes to the trouble of angling himself to the side so as not to risk brushing against Qubit on his way in. They both have their quirks about physical contact, and it seems he'll respect those even when he's dealing with other issues. The technology around the lab (which does seem more organized than the last time he was here, he has to admit) does little to keep him out today as he doesn't stop until he's a good distance from the door, letting out a sigh of relief once he can no longer feel the enchantment working against him. The wall itself quiets, the soft glow dissipating.
He adjusts the satchel at his shoulder.]
Right. Good. Have you been cleaning in here?