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[kaijugrrroupie]

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.]

Comments

[cazamitad]

[Anya resists the urge to giggle - she'd kind of been expecting him to remove the arm, and the sudden pause to ask permission was weirdly adorable.]

Yeah, that's cool.

[She does her best to hold still, gnawing on her lip as she thinks]

I'm just double-checking that you realize I can't pay for something better, right? I just... I really can't. We gotta feed mija-- my little sister, I mean-- and it's hard enough getting that done, you know?

[kaijugrrroupie]

[The moment she tells him it's okay, he starts to unplug all the tiny nerve connectors and loosen the screws. It would feel very odd, like he was separating each strand of muscle fibre but without any pain. The only time there is any pain is when he pulls the arm from the socket, thanks to the way the skin had tried to heal over it. But he knows that, so he gives her sufficient warning before he does it.]

This is gonna sting. [And with a sharp pull and a hideous sound of ripping, he pulls the robotic arm clear off, putting it to one side before checking over the damage left around the socket. Thankfully it's not too bad--just like puling a bandaid off a fresh scab, but he's going to clean out the joint and get it looking a lot healither before he even thinks about putting the arm back on. As he sets to work, he blinks as she talks.]

--You have a sister? Can't your parents help out? [he starts scrubbing the area with antiseptic, dying her skin a bright orange.] And don't worry about it. I did say it was free, remember?

[cazamitad]

[That is the weirdest sensation she has ever felt, and that includes everything she's ever done with the exo, and the feeling of shooting webbing. She hisses a little when he pulls it off, but it's not too bad.

Honestly, after the arm removal, she's pretty sure most pain is gonna seem mild. Getting fatally stabbed was mild compared to that.]

I sort of do. It's complicated, and sort of secret, but basically, yeah, I have a sister.

[It's nice that he's working. She doesn't have to pretend to have a reason not to look at him.] And no, my mom died when I was little. And Papá, um, died about a year ago? It's kinda just my best friend and me and M, none of us have anybody else.

[kaijugrrroupie]

[he raises an eyebrow at what he's doing, swapping the cloth out when it gets gross and gunky.]

A secret sister? That's kinda weird. [he laughs, before biting his tongue a little when she continues, grimacing. Well done, Newton. He tries to just continue scrubbing, peering into the empty socket.]

--Sorry, man. That sucks. [What else are you supposed to say to that.] How old are you again? Should you guys be out on your own?

[cazamitad]

[ God, it is so weird not having that weight anymore. From too heavy to too light, she feels all off-balance. Good thing she's sitting. ]

Yeah, it does. [ Not much else. Thankfully, she doesn't expect much else, either. ] I'm a legal adult, if that's what you want to know.

[kaijugrrroupie]

[He jams his glove covered fingers into something that's not metallic but definietely squishy and that just popped, and gives a wince.]

--Sorry. I think I just got a blister. [The way the metal was rubbing against the exposed skin, he's only surprised that she's not covered in more. That and burns. He presses something cold and covered in antiseptic against the oozing spot, pulling his glove off with his teeth to reach for a fresh one.]

Hey, I'm not judging. I just figured I should y'know. At least try and be an adult at you. Hey, can you hold this here? [he pulls her other arm up and presses it against the gauze, before wheeling away on his chair to refresh his gloves and to get some more supplies. He wheels back, using both his legs as his hands are full to scoot across the floor, and dumps the assorted supplies next to her. He carefully pulls her hand off, and peels back the gauze which is already sticking, and peers in the hole some more.]

It's not as bad as it could be. Got a bit of infection and blistering up here. [he's pointing as he talks.] And this part looks like its got some necrosis going on. Gonna have to cut that out. But I can make it work.

[he gives her a smile and a thumbs up.] Then we can get your new arm fixed.