[ It probably is a bad idea, but in the moment Qubit would rather lose a hand than his friend. Indeed, for a terrifying split second he does lose track of him - but then he's back, and Qubit grasps his gloved hand tightly. Fortunately, there's no pain, but there's a lot more give to Carlisle's grip than he expected, as if the gloves are mostly fluff, and the hand underneath is skeletally thin...
There isn't time to give that observation too much thought. Qubit pulls himself up, but finds he doesn't have to put much weight onto Carlisle; gravity doesn't quite mean the same thing it did a minute ago.
What do you do in this situation? Redshifts are the subject of warning signs all over Anchor, but they lack detail, meant to remind rather than instruct, never thinking that the instructions themselves could become lost. One common sign comes to mind, though -
"If you're caught in an active Redshift: 1. Stay calm! 2. Stay put! 3. Stay together! Remember: Be ready for anything!"
He takes hold of Carlisle's upper arm with his other hand to steady him - both of them, really. The shift keeps accelerating, reality twisting around them in ways normal perception isn't equipped to handle, warping straight lines into impossible geometries, opening invisible holes filled with static and noise. It's nauseating, overwhelming, maddening -
- and fascinating. He kicks himself for leaving his tablet on the lab bench - the data he could be collecting! But maybe that's for the best this time around. Focus on surviving this one, and next time you can study it to your heart's content. ]
"Stay calm. Stay put. Stay together."
[ Carlisle will have seen the signs, too, he assumes. He can't quite keep the anxiety out of his voice - not for lack of trying, but his heart's pounding too hard to allow it, and his speech has to move fast to keep up with his breathing. ]
The spatial distortions should resolve in time, we just need to wait this out, staying calm is paramount, Carlisle. Don't look. Focus on me, focus on your eksth'alva.
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There isn't time to give that observation too much thought. Qubit pulls himself up, but finds he doesn't have to put much weight onto Carlisle; gravity doesn't quite mean the same thing it did a minute ago.
What do you do in this situation? Redshifts are the subject of warning signs all over Anchor, but they lack detail, meant to remind rather than instruct, never thinking that the instructions themselves could become lost. One common sign comes to mind, though -
1. Stay calm!
2. Stay put!
3. Stay together!
Remember: Be ready for anything!"
He takes hold of Carlisle's upper arm with his other hand to steady him - both of them, really. The shift keeps accelerating, reality twisting around them in ways normal perception isn't equipped to handle, warping straight lines into impossible geometries, opening invisible holes filled with static and noise. It's nauseating, overwhelming, maddening -
- and fascinating. He kicks himself for leaving his tablet on the lab bench - the data he could be collecting! But maybe that's for the best this time around. Focus on surviving this one, and next time you can study it to your heart's content. ]
"Stay calm. Stay put. Stay together."
[ Carlisle will have seen the signs, too, he assumes. He can't quite keep the anxiety out of his voice - not for lack of trying, but his heart's pounding too hard to allow it, and his speech has to move fast to keep up with his breathing. ]
The spatial distortions should resolve in time, we just need to wait this out, staying calm is paramount, Carlisle. Don't look. Focus on me, focus on your eksth'alva.