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Who: Newton Geiszler and Yooooouuu
Where: An seedy looking office within LA Chinatown
When: Late March, every evening between 3-5
What: Newt's arrived in LA and before his official job starts, he decides to set up a health clinic for aliens and cyborgs. Because that's a thing you do.
Warnings: over zealous discussion of autopsy probably

[The best thing about not really sleeping much every night meant that Newt got over the jetlag from moving from Japan to America pretty quickly. Nothing several cups of coffee and a bowl of overly sugary cereal aimed at children (not middle aged scientists) couldn't fix, even if it was three in the afternoon.

He's got his laptop open, absently reading the latest shonen jump--it's really not the same reading it online, but it'll do--swinging around in his chair with a bowl of cereal in one hand, sucking on the spoon with his other.

The office is pretty basic, with a desk and a few chairs, a slowly filling bookcase and a sink. He's not had much time to get things set up since he's only been in the city for a few days but it's got the essentials for setting up a totally respectable clinic. As well as suspiciously looking like a studio apartment. He's been looking into getting a gurney for patients to make it look more clinic-y and less like he's living here, but figured a camp bed would do for now. It's certainly been good enough for him, so nobody will mind. If they're visiting they probably have a few different things to worry about anyway.

He isn't even sure if anyone will turn up, but it doesn't matter. He's got about four years of academia to catch up on before he starts at Mintaka, and of course, has left it to the last minute to do it.

But then again, he doesn't need sleep. So it'll probably take him no time at all.]

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[It seems Newt's got to get used to being stalked the past few days, because Raiden wouldn't be the first to stake him out first. Figures that his six phD's wouldn't be enough proof for an ever paranoid vigilante community that he wasn't going to butcher and/or harvest their organs. What's a guy gotta do to help his fellow rockstar superheroes out?

Thankfully for Raiden, Newt seems to think that there's only one person currently stalking him, so doesn't actually notice him until the knock comes at his door. He glances up from his laptop, finishing a mouthful of cereal that's causing the milk to go an impressive shade of pink, and quickly checks his appointments list to make sure he's not expecting anyone.]

--It's open! [He shouts, watching the door carefully.]

[Is it a trap? Probably not. In hindsight he should've made sure someone knew where he was going just in case he ends up as scrap metal and a brain or something after this.

He pushes the door open cautiously and walks instead, wearing a trench coat but also very clearly A Cyborg. Like, he hasn't even tried. (Though to be fair, the coat is mostly to hide Too Many Weapons, but he's also turned the collar up because he learned about being nondescript from noir movies.) Anyway, he's in the room now, looking around and all that.]

Dr. Geiszler?

[seriously, what is with all the cyborgs in LA? Maybe he'd have to take Kit up on her offer about doing a cybernetics clinic with him, because this is almost too many robots. Where were the aliens, man? That's what he's here for. But duty calls and all that. He puts his cereal on the desk and finishes his mouthful before beckoning the man inside more.]

Call me Newt. Doctor makes me feel like a billion years old.

Newt. [Do they shake hands, or... Nah, best not. That'd make it weird probably.] I know you only mentioned, uh. "Roboty things" as an aside, but...

[He almost stalls, trying to battle his pride long enough to actually get to the whole, "hey can you help a guy out?" Part of this whole thing. He's still managing this whole forced cyborgification thing and clearly not great at acknowledging that there's a chance everything is not perfectly fine. But needs must, etc. Paranoia wins.]

I just want to be completely sure my internal comms aren't compromised. [hhhhh] I was hoping that's something you'd be able to check.

[He sits back in his chair and gives a small shrug, glancing the guy over.] I mean, my job is in cybernetics, but I'm a xenobiologist at heart. But whatever helps people, right?

[He gives the guy a short smile, and shrugs.] I gotta check out the hardware before the software, but depending on what you're running, it shouldn't be too hard. I also got another contact who's like, way better at the more software side of things than I am. If I can't do it, I mean.

[That's computer talk, right? There's a semi-blank look on his face while Raiden takes a moment to parse that - he needs to look at the parts before the programming, got it - and then nods.]

Well, anything you can do. I'd appreciate it.

[He gives the guy another brief once over, before nodding an motioning at the camp bed set up as he digs around under his desk for a pair of dull black gloves--the kind a tattooist would wear--and a headlamp, as well as a myriad of other tools that he pulls out from random places.]

You're gonna wanna sit. Which parts are organic still?

[He takes his coat off and moves over to the bed, sitting as instructed.]

Just the head and spine.

[Disregarding implants and his lower jaw and all that, of course.]

[He makes a soft humming noise at the back of his throat and pulls the gloves on, scooting over on a wheelie chair. He's not really sure where to start, so he just peers at the guy, frowning.]

Seriously? No organs or squishy parts in there? That's pretty amazing actually. [he's peering a little more intently.]

I suppose.

[His tone implies that he very much Does Not Agree, but one can't argue the science itself is pretty good.]

[He looks directly at Raiden's chest and gives it a small knock.]

So, uh. What's keeping you alive?

I have no idea.

[He has literally never even questioned it beyond "why" and "does it work" so he's gonna take a moment to think if he remembers anything and-] It has an artificial circulatory system, I think.

[Newt rubs under his nose as he thinks for a few moments, obvious interest in his eyes. He'd have to get to an access panel, or take the outer-casing off to have a look at what was underneath if he was going to figure out how this guy's still even breathing.

He hadn't realised cybernetics had actually come this far. Man, he's really been out of the loop. Gotta read some more journals.]

You have blood, right? And did they put any nerve endings in the artificial parts? Can you feel heat and touch?

[He chews on his lip before looking up a Raiden.] Or d'you know about as much as me?

Yeah. [um.] To all of those questions.

[He gives the guy an apologetic smile, and scoots back over to his table to retrieve some tools to pry off some casing.]

So I'm guessing you're not a 'cyborg by choice' kinda guy, huh?

That obvious? [He glances down self-consciously, a combination of not wanting to talk about it and feeling a bit stupid, not knowing anything about the tech involved.]

I, uh. Yeah. I didn't really have much of a say, and I don't know much about... [gestures downward at himself] So I didn't bother asking how it all works.

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