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.

[there's a few thread-starters within, but please feel free to hit this up!! The clinic's location is easy to get a hold of for anyone who needs it and a google search of Newt will reveal that he's actually really great at what he does and has lots of credibility as well as 6 pHDs. Back and Post dating is fine, just let me know!]

Comments

[liberaition]

[oh. oh. Well then.]

You! You're one of them! [Kit rockets out of her seat, knocking over her chair and shoving some of her neatly laid out tools off of the desk in the process.] One of the robots from the fight downtown. I knew Dr. Geiszler was helping you.

[she hurries out from behind the reception desk, still limping slightly on her not fully healed leg.] My name is Kit Peddler, and if there's anything I can do to help you please let me know. I'm, I do robotics and cybernetics and software engineering and other engineering, and if you ever need any computer work done or... actually really anything, I can help. I'd love to help.

[it takes everything Kit has not to blurt out 'can I see your secret hideout']

[thanksoptimus]

[Optimus was not prepared for that level of enthusiasm, and steps back a little. Oh. Oh, okay.

In the end he manages to politely nod his head.]

It is good to meet you, Kit Peddler. I feel that we may need all the help we can get, in the coming days. The Earth now faces...a significant threat.