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!]

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[kaijugrrroupie]

"Awesome," he grins, not being able to help how happy he looks at the access he's been given. Seeing that surgery would seriously help his own personal research. It's not like there's a lot of Cybertronians who'll let you operate on them floating around L.A. right now. Or cadavers.

Newt scratches at the stubble on his neck, nodding as Baelheit talks, only half paying attention, his own brain running through possible uses for the fuel, possible applications to cybernetic tissue as well as countless other quick ideas, but his attention is regained when Baelheit finishes.

"--Woah, wait. Did you just say you have a prototype? A transforming prototype? Are we talking a car or a prosthetic, or what?"