[closed]

[neonmonstrosity]

Who: Chris Miles & Kit Peddler
Where: At Newt's clinic
When: Early April?
What: Chris is not good at taking care of his arms and goes to the clinic instead of Mintaka because he's embarrassed.
Warnings: Chris

Chris is, ah. Not the kind of person typically prone to being embarrassed or ashamed of the stupid things he says and does with frankly alarming frequency. Possibly because the frequency of these things is, as stated, alarming. One kind of learns to just accept it as a side effect of being themselves after a while.

But on the other hand it's not every day that he wakes up with a righteous hangover and his arm on the fritz, rattling and covered in food. He had planned to try and book an appointment at Mintaka to get it all fixed up, good as new, but honestly he's not sure if his arms come with a warranty or anything and if they do, this is absolutely the kind of thing that would void it. To his untrained eye and lacking investigative skills, it would seem that against his better judgement he was convinced to attempt to use his arm as some kind of food preparation and/or serving device, and even if that wouldn't void his hypothetical warranty, he's super keen for that not to be the kind of thing that goes on his file forever.

It takes some hours of sleuthing (read: 10 minutes of searching the Watch and another 20 minutes staring blearily at what people have to say about these places on Google,) before he settles on a clinic that seems like the least likely to give him a horrible infection or harvest him for parts, and so he is off! Dressed as his usual self in a hoodie and sunglasses (for the headache) to this fancy clinic, whereupon he will knock on the door and wait patiently like the civilised adult we all believe he can be.

Comments

[liberaition]

The "fancy clinic" is in a pretty shady part of LA in a rather crumbly looking building with bars on all the windows. The door has a sign that simply says 'clinic' which someone clearly just printed out and taped up, with hours written in sharpie on another paper below it (closing with the gem '24/7 EMERGENCIES ONLY!! if it's 4 AM you better be bleeding out'). When Chris knocks there's some shuffling from inside, and the sound of multiple locks being opened can be heard quite clearly.

Kit hasn't been working at the clinic long, but so far everything has been pretty standard. Patching up a few malfunctioning prosthetics here and there, giving a few young and reckless superheroes some stitches. Mostly she's just filling in for Newt while he's working at Mintaka, since there needs to be at least someone at the clinic all the time. The Professor had made her get certified in first aid, and Kit figures that if anyone comes in with a flesh-problem she has no idea how to treat she can just google it. Simple enough, in theory. Today, at least, has required no googling at all. Or any other action. She's just been working on a neural software patch for her new leg all morning, and the knock at the door catches her in the middle of an update.

It takes Kit almost a minute to answer the door. She hasn't run any calibrations in the patch, and she almost falls over when she stands up. But by the time she gets to the door Kit's mostly got the hang of her brand new-feeling synthetic nerves, walking with only a moderate limp. Sliding the three deadbolts and two chains back, she opens the door and tries her best to look professional.

"How can I help you?"