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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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[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.]

[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.

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.

Edited 2014-08-29 18:44 (UTC)

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."

[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.

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