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capitalh2014-05-26 09:37 pm
kaijugrrroupie) wrote in capitalh2014-05-26 09:37 pm
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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.]
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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--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.