[ Honestly, Carlisle's hesitance to enter doesn't strike Qubit as that much worse than the first time he came over. And that visit ended with them trapped in a Redshift, so if Carlisle seems more hesitant this time, well... that's understandable. His untrained eye doesn't spot the glyph's odd behavior from the opposite side of the door, either, just yet. In any event, he doesn't comment on any of it, just stands aside and lets Carlisle enter at his own pace. ]
Mm-hm. A bit. [ A lot. Actually, the place is cleaner than it's been since he first moved in. Some tables have been swapped, the machinery has been rearranged. The tangled web of wires is gone, supplanted by neat bundles that run upward and disappear into the ceiling. The Shame Tube™ is still where it was, but it has a little more visual polish, at least. ]
I figured I could use the space more efficiently with some refactoring. Cable management was getting to be a nightmare, the way it was.
[ He does not mention what prompted him to do this. But also, now that he's looking at it in the context of "guests," it's dawned on him that there's... really no good place to sit a guest down and have tea. It's all task chairs and heavy work tables, nothing that can be easily pulled over and made welcoming. Also, since his poison of choice is coffee... ]
Oh. It would help if we had a kettle, wouldn't it? One second.
[ Don't mind him, he's just gonna technomance some parts out of a nearby bin and turn them into a shiny new electric teakettle! It's pushing it a little in terms of size, so he ends up holding the kettle in one hand while he shakes the tingles out of the other. ]
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Date: 2020-02-17 06:52 pm (UTC)Mm-hm. A bit. [ A lot. Actually, the place is cleaner than it's been since he first moved in. Some tables have been swapped, the machinery has been rearranged. The tangled web of wires is gone, supplanted by neat bundles that run upward and disappear into the ceiling. The Shame Tube™ is still where it was, but it has a little more visual polish, at least. ]
I figured I could use the space more efficiently with some refactoring. Cable management was getting to be a nightmare, the way it was.
[ He does not mention what prompted him to do this. But also, now that he's looking at it in the context of "guests," it's dawned on him that there's... really no good place to sit a guest down and have tea. It's all task chairs and heavy work tables, nothing that can be easily pulled over and made welcoming. Also, since his poison of choice is coffee... ]
Oh. It would help if we had a kettle, wouldn't it? One second.
[ Don't mind him, he's just gonna technomance some parts out of a nearby bin and turn them into a shiny new electric teakettle! It's pushing it a little in terms of size, so he ends up holding the kettle in one hand while he shakes the tingles out of the other. ]