come one come all to newts chop shop

[kaijugrrroupie]

Who: Newt Geiszler, Kit Peddler and YOU
Where: Newt's clinic in the shady part of China town that Newt sort of lives in.
When: Pretty much whenever. The clinic is open five days a week, and this is a catchall.
What: Newt's clinic is still open for all wayward aliens, robots and cyborgs to be seen to without questions for free. Kit is his rude secretary hacker who is also pretty good (better) at fixing up the cyborgs.
Warnings: Bullshit science and Newt is a warning on his own, but will update if medical stuff happens.

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Newt and Ratchet

[kaijugrrroupie]

[Ever since the robot throw-down, Newt's been trying to figure out how to get into contact with Orion. He hadn't specifically seen the bot in the fight--it was hard to see from his vantage point, just a lot of sparks and flashing... steel? Iron?? Let's just go with metal--but if the guy had come to him for help and left in that state, they hardly had any form of medic. And what can he say? Newt was worried about him. Especially since he'd been pretty screwed up when he left which had been incredibly frustrating to the biologist. Maybe if he'd had more time to study the biology of the bot, he'd been able to help, but Orion hadn't seemed keen. Well, he could hardly blame him. Newt doubted anyone would willingly let an alien root around through their organs.

So Newt's kept his ear to the ground, abusing his access levels at CONDOR a little to enquire if anything had been done about the whole 'Robot Mess', but he'd just gotten bureaucratic bullshitting back. Only to be expected since he's been out of the loop for way longer than he'd like to admit, but it's still so frustrating. He's even considering on letting Kit actually try and hack their comms (she probably already has but just hasn't told him).

In any case, the curiosity and fascination with the Cybertronian race has him distracted enough that he's had to start bringing his work home with him, so here Newt is fiddling with a incredibly intricate robotic hand whilst listening to loud rock music and nursing a strong cup of coffee. Sleep was for nerds. Or well, for normal people. There are a few sketches of what he can remember of Orion's audio input sensors scattered across the desk that he's dug out to ponder over as he fixes the tension in the prosthetic, causing it to flex intermittently in his own hands. Giving a groan, he pushes it aside and picks up one of the rushed sketches, burying his head in his hand with the screwdriver, face scrunching.

How did it even work? How was there such a thing as biological metal? Did they eat ore or something else? How do they reproduce? Does a factory make them? Did they have squishy parts inside like a dalek from Doctor Who or were they entirely metal?

It's enough to bug the hell out of him and Newt doubts he's actually going to get any good work done with these questions running around in that huge head of his.]

SHOWS UP FIFTEEN MINUTES LATE WITH STARBUCKS AND A SHITTY MEDIC

[asafepairofhands]

[Ratchet had patched up the patch-up job on Orion's audial relatively easier, and it was sloppy enough that he'd assumed one of the other Autobots had done it, but... apparently not. Once he'd found out what had happened, it hadn't been that difficult to locate Newt or his clinic, and Ratchet admitted to some curiosity--the repair had been passable for a Cybertronian, but for a member of this planet's species to even get it working again was... an anomaly, as far as Ratchet could tell.

So here he is, satisfying that curiosity, after a fashion. He winces as he comes in the clinic door--his holoform's ears can't be damaged, not really, but he can tell the noise is loud. Whatever it's supposed to be. He sees Newt bent over the worktable but Newt isn't looking up, so he takes the opportunity of his distraction to scan the desk... and see the sketch of Orion's audial. Or what he thinks is supposed to be Orion's audial.]

Not bad. [He scoops up the drawing and holds it out, eyeing it critically.] Not bad for something done from memory, anyway. Though you're missing a few key components. ...more than a few.

STEALS THE STARBUCKS AND GIVES YOU A SHITTY DOCTOR TO THE POWER OF SIX

[kaijugrrroupie]

[The music is far too loud for Newt to even register that someone had come in--and he's pretty sure it's not ate enough for Kit to have gone home yet anyway--and he's frowning at the sketch in his fingers, tapping the handle of the screwdriver softly against his head when a hand jumps out of nowhere and takes the drawing out of his grip, causing Newt to jump half a mile backward in the chair. Later he'll argue that his screech was more of a manly yelp.

His glasses are askew as he looks up at the--wow, okay, amazing specimen alert--drawing thief, and he blinks sheepishly a few times before leaning forward to his computer and turning the AC/DC down to the point that it's just a background rumble.]

I--.. What? [Apparently he'd not heard him over the deafening roar.] You gotta not creep up on a guy like that, holy shit. Gonna give somebody a heart attack. Shit. You're just lucky I didn't stab you with my screwdriver. [Which he'd thrown across the room. Good job Newt.]

Newt and Kit

[kaijugrrroupie]

[They've closed up shop for the day and Newt is sitting at his desk reading over some notes one of his old colleagues has sent him on a paper he's writing, coffee mug in one gloved hand, the other rubbing tiredly at his eyes. He's not sure when he last got a decent nights sleep--decent for him anyway--and even though he knows he's not having a manic episode, he knows sleeping is going to be almost impossible. He's got too much to do, too much to catch up on for him to sleep. He can sleep when he's dead.

But the glare of the screen in the dim room is getting to him, and he has to wheel the chair away and nurse his coffee cup, looking to Kit as she finishes cleaning the examination bed from the last client. Not that they got many, but still. He considers her for a moment, and then picks up his phone to send his colleague a text to say he'll get to the paper corrections in the morning (there are many corrections, don't think there aren't) and slurps at his coffee again.]

I always forget how good you are at that stuff.

[liberaition]

[Kit and Newt have never been the type to talk openly about their issues. He's never pressed her to do more than she could handle, or be something she couldn't, which Kit has always respected. High school had been a nightmare for her, and university had been better, but somehow her teachers had never been able to wrap their minds around her problems, and Geiszler had. Growing up together helped, but Kit's always felt that they were (if not poured into the same mold) cast of the same alloy.

She's been keeping a watchful eye on Newt, and by her calculations he's only sleeping a few hours a night. Less than Kit herself, and it's not like she gets a healthy amount of sleep either (do as I say, not as I do, Professor). Besides, he's rather disappointingly committed to being an organic. If he destroys his liver and kidneys with coffee and energy drinks now he can't just replace it with robot parts, and human organs are expensive. And Kit knows from experience that there's only so long Newton can go on like this before he tips himself into one kind of episode or another.]

One day your underestimation is going to get you in trouble.

[putting the disinfectant spray and paper towels back on their shelf, she turns around.]

Professor, don't you think you should get some sleep. Perhaps even after you eat a real meal. [it's not actually a question.]

[kaijugrrroupie]

[He gives her a brief shrug and finishes his coffee, putting the cup--it's a ridiculous one at that--on his desk so he can rub at his eyes somemore.]

Maybe one day. But today is not that day. You're an awesome assistant.

[He blinks blearily at her when she turns, frowning.] Who're you, my Mom?

[hugling]

[It's after seven by the time Teddy gets off work and makes it halfway across town to the clinic, clutching a small styrofoam cooler under one arm. He's more than a little anxious, and after dodging Kit's "receptionist services" he finally makes it back to the patient area to see Newt, nervously bouncing the cooler up and down on one knee. The ice inside rattles, and patient attempting to sleep on another cot in the corner turns and glares. Teddy hastily apologizes and stops bouncing, clutching the cooler closer to him. Other than nerves, he really looks fine. No blood, not even a hair out of place.]

[kaijugrrroupie]

[Newt doesn't really have much more than 'a dude with a cooler is here' to go on thanks to the fantastic secretary skills Kit has, so he pokes his head around the corner and peers at the kid. He doesn't look older than eighteen and the cooler is kind of conspicuous. He doesn't look like he has anything Newt can help him with, but he's not exactly someone who judges on first impressions.]

Uh, hey. [he gives him a wave with a tattooed arm.] C'mon in.

[hugling]

Hey.

[Teddy looks up and smiles weakly at the... doctor? Sure. Let's go with doctor.]

Um, so, are you the alien expert guy? I'm having kind of an alien problem, I guess? We have this new meat slicer at work and I totally screwed up like an idiot and I accidentally sliced off a tiny bit of my finger? And, um. I don't really know what to do about it? Like if I'm just going to have slightly less mass forever now, like what happens if my arm gets cut off or something?

[he's clearly had way too long to overthink this.]

[escapefromincarcecon]

[Myaxx isn't completely sure something's wrong - actually, she hasn't noticed any signs that anything is. But, on the other hand, she's spent the past couple months on an alien planet after crash-landing in an escape pod, and if something is wrong, maybe caused by the stasis systems on the pod, or the crash, or something about the planet itself, she'd really rather know.

So, having arranged with Vanessa for her to get to this clinic, she hurries from car to door as quickly as she can, nervously adjusting the goggles covering her eyes (she really hopes that this disguise is actually effective enough to keep attention off her until she gets inside - she's not really sure, but covering every inch of her skin better have been worth it). She ducks inside, probably not looking nearly as inconspicuous as she would like to.]

[kaijugrrroupie]

[Yeah, she's not exactly inconspicuous at all, and when Newt glances up at the door opening he can't help but stare. Oh my god please be alien. He likes helping cyborgs but his work has been getting so repetitive lately that he serious needs a challenge.

Myaxx has interrupted Newt halfway through a box of chow mein, apparently with his afternoon all free of appointments, and after he's finished staring a lote, he slurps up the limp noodle in his mouth and swallows, clearing his throat.]

Uh, hey there. Can I help you?

[escapefromincarcecon]

Possibly.

[She seems to examine Newt, giving the impression of being fairly unimpressed - but then, she often gives that impression regardless of what's actually going through her head.]

To put it dully - I landed here recently, unexpectedly, and I have no idea if I've been injured in any way.

[She pauses, then reaches up to pull back her hood and take off the goggles and facemask.]

For obvious reasons, I doubt that most of the regular doctors here would have any idea how to tell.

[cyborged]

[Not that Raiden is a creep or anything, but he might've been casing the joint a little. Watching the comings and goings until he'd guess there's not really anyone else around before he decides to make the trek across the street and duck into the clinic. Again, not a creep, he's just aware that the topic he wants to broach is astoundingly awkward (even for him) and the less people who are around to potentially overhear the better.]

[The step between getting inside and actually talking to anyone is a bit of a big one though, and he kind of opts for hovering awkwardly because apparently TRIDENT also took his social skills away from him.]

[kaijugrrroupie]

[Newt is surprisingly used to people keeping an eye on the clinic before coming in, thanks to that cyborg assassin that was basically shadowing him for a month to make sure he didn't hurt anyone. He also figures CONDOR has someone set up, just keeping an eye on his operations, mostly because some of his work records are a little shadier than he'd like to admit, but hey. He's on the straight an narrow. Mostly.

So when Raiden comes in, Newt doesn't look up straight away from the robotic arm he's inlaying with circuitry, the fingers flexing a each little screw tighten. He gives him a quick glance, before looking back to his work, recognising him as the guy he and Kit had helped de-virus back when they'd first opened. ]

Hey man, you looking for something?

[cyborged]

[Oh no, he's been noticed. Now he has to say something or it'll be weird. Okay look, he's a highly trained special agent he can handle awkward conversation.]

No.

[ What. ]

--I mean. I wanted to talk to you about something.

[Good save, idiot.]

[alethiometry]

[lyra is neither an extraterrestrial, a cyborg, or particularly in need of a doctor, but she has been downtown bothering herbalists and acupuncturists(' receptionists) all day, and this clinic looks pretty interesting. she wanders in, pantalaimon at her heels.]

[kaijugrrroupie]

[Newt also can be a reptilian vet, among other things, if the situation calls for it, but that's beside the point. He's flicking through a few documents on his computer, updating the few patient files he's actually keeping--encrypted, of course--when the girl wanders in with the... is that a ferret?]

Uh, hey there. Can I help you?

[alethiometry]

[GDI DOES NO ONE IN THIS TOWN KNOW WHAT A PINE MARTEN IS!!!!! lyra shrugs.]

I dunno. What is this place? It sounds neat.

[thanksoptimus]

[At some point that same jadeblooded troll shows up - that's right. The holo avatar of Orion Pax.

Except his demeanour is vastly different, now. All of that shy nervousness that came along with him the first few times he interacted with Newt are gone and replaced with a grim sort of formality. He arrives in the doorway, nods in acknowledgement upon seeing that Newt is there, and announces himself.]

Dr. Geiszler.

[kaijugrrroupie]

[Newt's reading one of many scientific journals he's missed out on--Kit's taken away his screwdrivers to actually make him try and not think about work--when he hears a familiar voice in the doorway, and glances up, blinking at the Alternian. Who's actually... a Cybertronian.]

--Orion! [he looks really happy to see him, and actually grins, standing to motion for him to come in. He doesn't seem to notice that Orion is not Orion yet. But give him time.] Oh man, I was literally just trying to figure out how to get in contact with you. How weird is that? You're doing okay, right? Totally in one piece?

[thanksoptimus]

In a technical sense, at least.

[He's technically in worse condition than the last time he saw Newt but he doesn't really want to talk about it. He's getting better, anyway. He should technically be on a berth right now, but him and Ratchet both knew that wouldn't last for long.]

...I feel that I should be forthcoming. Events have taken place since the last time we spoke, particularly in regards to the memories I was previously lacking. I have regained them.

As such I now go by Optimus Prime.

[He sounds kind of awkward and ever so slightly remorseful about that. The whole situation is sort of unfortunate.]

IN BAELHEIT'S OFFICE

[baelhat]

Newt's been working for Mintaka Industries for long enough now that Baelheit thinks he can trust him -- as much as anyone like Newt can be trusted. But Baelheit hired him for a reason, he's working in the research division with the most sensitive information -- the fact that he might find a way upon it on way or another aside, it's hardly productive to keep him out of the loop on their most lucrative of research. There's no point in hiring an asset if you aren't going to use it to your full potential, after all -- and with Newt's most recent extracurricular endeavors, Baelheit is well aware that he may come into contact with further yet more sources of data.

He's arranged a meeting with Newt in his office at Mintaka, and when Newt finally enters he rises from his desk, not quite smiling but welcoming him in with a gesture of his hand. "Dr. Geiszler, please -- have a seat."

[kaijugrrroupie]

God. Newt absolutely loathed being called into The Office. Wherever he worked it was always an inevitability, but it always seemed to make him feel like he was back in first grade, getting scolded for sneaking into a senior class to get a hold of a frog to dissect. And not getting called to the office was the thing he liked best about Mintaka. They just let him get on with his own work, checking in on him once and a while to say that he's been doing a good job, a pat on the head and then moving on. He supposes with everything happening outside or work and the fact he's been taking things home, maybe he's been noticeably slipping.

Newt nervously sidesteps into the room, giving Baelheit an awkward smile before taking a seat in front of the desk, jiggling his knee and fiddling with his fingers absently. Something about this guy still didn't sit well with him, but Newt's never been able to put his finger on it.

"Uh, hey Dr Baelheit. What can I do for yah?"

rude receptionist

[liberaition]

[The lady behind the desk looks bored. She's got a few tools spread out in front of her, and she's working on some kind of gadget. It's too early to tell what it is yet, but by the parts laid out on the table maybe some sort of robotic... bug? There are about fifteen creepy looking legs all in a line. She doesn't even look up from soldering when she hears someone approach, just holds out a clipboard with the liability waiver on it and waves at the handful of chairs set up as a waiting area.]

The doctor is with a patient right now. Have a seat.

[thanksoptimus]

[Optimus has already spoken to Newt once about the situation, but he's come in again to check up on things. He's not surprised that Newt is busy, though. The woman is curious enough that he comes in anyway.

He's in his jade blooded troll avatar again.]

Hello. You work with Doctor Geiszler?