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come one come all to newts chop shop

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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[Myaxx appears to make an active effort not to watch the process, but also keeps glancing over and looking a little horrified. The price she pays for being curious and paranoid.] Not totally. But my species does make a habit of protecting thin skin; a large portion of the surface of our skin is tough enough to be fairly difficult to damage anyway, but... well, there are some areas like this.

And we don't usually allow other species to access them, so count yourself lucky. [Or count her desperate. Same difference.]

[She Does Not Say Anything about the "cunning disguise" comment.]

[He grabs another empty vial as the one attached to Myaxx starts to fill, a look of keen concentration on his face. He knows what he's doing, and he's also fascinated by the new anatomy he's facing. He's pretty excited with all the potential discoveries he's going to make.]

Oh man, I'm so lucky. You don't even know.

[He looks up at her with a cheeky smile, before switching vials, popping the cap on the one he'd just taken.]

[She looks at him with some incredulity.] Just how isolated is this place? It's like you've never seen more than maybe, what, two species from other planets?

[Of course, there are pros and cons to that. One of the major "pros" being that this may bring the chance of her being re-arrested here close to zero.]

[He's got his eyes fixed on what he's doing, shrugging with his free hand.] Yeah. Mostly just species that are trying to invade. We only started getting visits from other worlds about twenty years ago.

Wow.

[A pause, during which she continues Not Looking.]

So, how common would you say invasions are here?

Well, first we had the Alternians. I got involved with CONDOR when I was, what, like eighteen? To help figure out their biology to find out if we could use it against them. I don't think they were expecting us to have so many superheroes or kid-genuises, because we won that war. For now anyway. We even have a coupla Alternian refugees on planet.

[he pauses to press a cotton ball against Myaxx's skin, reaching to grab her hand to hold pressure against the ball so he can withdraw the needle.]

Press here? Good. And then it was the Skrulls. We're not really sure how long they've actually been here, since their makeup means they can blend in and do recon really easily without being detected. I mean, obviously we do get visists from peaceful planets, and we're not exactly slaves to alien overlords either. Aliens underestimate Earth a lot.

[Myaxx listens carefully and thoughtfully (other than a moment of confused indignation when he reaches for her hand, because excuse you she did not say you could do that), nodding slowly when he finishes.] Well, good for you for not being taken over, I suppose. Humans do seem to display an... unusually wide range of abilities.

[He figures if he's taking your blood, holding your hand isn't exactly going to be an issue here.]

Yeah. CONDOR has a whole facility researching that, and has for years. I'm just the alien guy.

[Unfortunately he did not account for just how twitchy Myaxx is. It is very important to note that she agreed to having a needle jabbed into her arm, not to contact between your hand and her hand.]

So they've just got one person focusing on interplanetary interactions? Wow. Guess it's good for us that at least you're around, then.

[It's not really presented as a compliment so much as a statement of fact, but hey. Take it or leave it.]

[He blinks up at her and grins a little stupidly, shaking the vials before getting up to shove one into a centrifuge machine, and the other sample in the fridge. He'll swing by CONDOR later to see if he can pull a few favors.]

Sort of. They have a whole department now, but it was just me and one other guy for a while. I'm not really involved with them anymore. Waaaay too much paperwork and not enough autopsies. [he blinks, realising what he just said.]

Not that, I uh. Not that I would like, cut you open or anything. Or do that. To friendly aliens.

[For someone who doesn't technically have eyebrows, Myaxx does a fantastic job of giving the impression of raising one dubiously.] I would certainly hope not. I didn't come here to be taken apart.

[Yeah uh. That is pretty impressive there.] Don't worry, man. I don't do that anymore.

Good. [She picks up her bracer again and starts turning it over in her hands, trying to find the mechanisms to re-secure it and muttering to herself.] Why do they always make these so hard to put back on, who designs these things...

[He peers at it curiously, before coming back over as the centrifuge starts to whir.]

Can I take a look?

...Eh, why not. Not like putting it back on is working right now anyway. [She may want to take a look at the mechanisms herself later; come to think of it, there's no reason to assume the crash wouldn't have knocked those out of place.

She hands Newt the piece - a contoured tube of red metal, opened up lengthwise along a seam, with hinged pieces placed at the wrist and elbow. Ciruitry and sensors run along the interior, protected under a clear, smooth coating.] It's built to only open up with exactly the right pressure application, and it only closes properly with a different one. Which, for some reason, is always nearly impossible to get.

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come one come all to newts chop shop

wow sorry for some reason it posted this wrong at first

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