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[kaijugrrroupie]

Who: Newton Geiszler and Yooooou
Where: Around LA, The Autobot base, and Newt's clinic
When: NOW
What: A catch-all for Newton as he realises he's been working too hard and then goes out to work hard on catching up on all the social stuff he's been missing because he's been working too hard. He then goes to check up on his robot babies and then back to the clinic to watch Godzilla to soothe his soul. Please, someone get him an intern. Or twelve.
Warnings: Newton should probably be his own warning.

[Thread-starters below! But I can roll with anything. CONDOR agents can also catch Newt in his office in the CONDOR building.]

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The Autobot Base

[kaijugrrroupie]

[After being forwarded another email complaint that Ultra Magnus sent to CONDOR, Newt decides that his afternoon off ended, and he should go visit the cool alien robots. Since it's pretty much the only reason he let CONDOR coax him back in and is actually the part of the job he enjoys.

He sends Ratchet a message to say he's on his way--for some reason the guy doesn't like it when you just drop in, but that seems to be a thing with all the Autobots--and heads over.

It doesn't take him long to reach the base, and he repeats the setting up of his work station at the table he had brought in in the main area of the base (since everything here is a little too tall for his 5ft5 height) but doesn't sit at it straight away, instead picking up the tablet to send out a group email to say he's here. Y'know. If anyone wanted to talk to him about CONDOR stuff. Or robot stuff. At least before he went to bother Ratchet.]

[positiveenergy]

[Drift knows where Magnus is coming from with the whole security issue at the base. But it still seems like a bit much to have the CONDOR agents announce their visits every time they drop in. At least the ones they’ve already met should get a pass.

Ultimately though, since Magnus decided that just having them send emails was enough, they’re getting off easy. And the system has its uses too. When he gets Newt’s message, Drift decides to take the opportunity to head to the main area of the base and introduce himself, seeing how they hadn’t had the chance to talk before.

He walks over towards Newt’s work station, and raises his voice cheerfully once he gets closer.]

Hey – Newt, right?

[kaijugrrroupie]

[Newt's tapping away at his tablet, trying to sift through some research notes one of his colleagues from MIT had just sent him for an opinion when Drift moves into the room. He glances up, blinking and taking in the unique anatomical differences this cybertronian has to the others he's met--it's fascinating really, they come in such a wide range of colours and sizes and shapes--and gives a gentle wave.]

That's me! Official CONDOR liaison or whatever, but Newt is just fine. I don't think I've met you yet, right?

[positiveenergy]

No, not yet. Sorry I haven’t had the chance to say hi any sooner, but we’re finally settling in here at least. Ah, and you can call me Drift by the way.

[He kneels down beside the work station and looks it over curiously.]

Did you bring all of that with you?

[kaijugrrroupie]

Drift! Cool. [Newt puts his tablet down on the table, pulling his sleeves up as he admires the alien in front of him. It's really hard for him to not get misty eyed whenever he meets a new one. They were just way too cool.]

--Huh? Oh. Yeah. [he glances at the makeshift workspace.] Your stuff is kinda too big for me to use and since I'm gonna be here a lot I figured I should have something. Ratchet wouldn't let me get bean bags.

[positiveenergy]

What? What does Ratchet have against bean bags?

[Not that he really knows what bean bags are. But if Ratchet doesn’t like them, there’s a pretty good chance that they're actually perfectly reasonable.]

If you’re not bringing them into his medibay, I don’t see why he should care.

[kaijugrrroupie]

I don't know man! [He gestures up pretty wildly.] He keeps trying to get me thrown out of the medibay. I'm pretty sure the only reason I have to take a Cybertronian medical exam to work in there is because he likes to piss me off.

[positiveenergy]

[A Cybertronian medical exam? Really, Ratchet?]

Yeah, I think you hit the nail on the head. I’d talk to him about it, but trust me…it wouldn’t do any good. [Especially not if Drift’s the one bringing it up.]

[kaijugrrroupie]

[Newt laughs and shrugs.]

It's cool, dude. I mean, pissing off crotchety grumps is kinda my thing. It's fun! Right up until he puts me on a shelf I can't get down from.

[positiveenergy]

[Drift grins. He has a good feeling about Newt, and not just because he gets a kick out of pissing off Ratchet.]

I think you and me will get along fine. If you ever need someone to bail you out, well…I don’t think I could get Ratchet to like me less if I tried, so I’ve got nothing to lose.

[kaijugrrroupie]

Oh man, really? [He laughs a little.] What'd you do? Or do I even want to know?

Re: The Autobot Base

[worstprime]

[Rodimus doesn't actually read emails. Basically ever. So, needless to say he's pretty surprised (although only slightly since humans seems to let themselves in like they own the place) to see Newt. He's pretty sure he hasn't met this one...although admittedly, it can be hard to tell these little dudes apart, especially when they change their colours on a near daily basis.]

Hey. Who're you? You supposed to be in here?

[kaijugrrroupie]

[Wow, Rodimus. Rude. Out of all the humans that have broken in, this is the one thats actually supposed to be here. And if it helps, this one also has a permanent paint job that you can see snaking it's way up his arms. If you're looking hard enough anyway.]

Uh, yeah. [He glances up at Rodimus, before quickly finishing the email he was tapping out on the tablet.] I'm Newt Geiszler? Your CONDOR liaison? You miss the memo or something?

[worstprime]

Do I look like I read memos? [Rodimus makes a dismissive gesture, circling around Newt, lookng him over. Reading memos with Ultra Magnus on your team is basically a full time job, and Rodimus has got other things to do. Who the hell knows what those things are. Not Rodimus.

He glances at the comparatively tiny data pad Newt had been typing on.]

So what exactly does being Condor's liason mean? What're you here for?

[kaijugrrroupie]

[Newt pointedly raises one of his eyebrows and watches Rodimus look him over, using the chance to make mental notes of his own. He puts the datapad on the table by the stack of manga and leans back in his chair, shrugging.]

Basically? It means I get cool Cybertronian privileges. [He grins a bit.] But I also make sure you guys and CONDOR are on good terms with each other and act as like a middle-man to transfer information. There's only so many of Ultra Magnus' emails they could take.

[he starts rocking in the chair a little.] I'm sort of the Earth expert on you guys right now.

[asafepairofhands]

Is there a reason I've received several messages letting me know that you're here? Are you expecting some kind of ticker tape parade?

[Ratchet's voice is dry as he leans out of the medibay, his mouth tilting up at a corner as he takes in Newt's smaller desk setup.]

Making yourself comfortable?

[kaijugrrroupie]

[He was waiting for Ratchet to show up and grins smugly, glancing up from the manga he's reading. Ratchet's probably the only one in the Autobot base who'll notice just how run down Newt's looking these days. But he's ignoring it in favor of letting off some steam in other ways.]

I won't say no, as long as there's streamers and balloons too. [He laughs before leaning back in his chair.]

Y'know, now that you mention it, I could use a few pillows.

[asafepairofhands]

Excellent, this place could obviously use some more clutter.

[Ratchet does notice, his mouth tightening a little.]

That could be arranged, since you clearly haven't been resting properly and you may as well do it here if you refuse to lay down anywhere else.

[kaijugrrroupie]

[Newt pulls a face. He wasn't expecting Ratchet to lay that on him.]

What? Since when were you an expert on human biology?

[asafepairofhands]

Since I got stuck on a planet full of them.

[Ratchet sounds peeved, watching Newt's face narrowly before he actually goes over and reaches down, putting delicate fingers under Newt's chin so he can tilt Newt's head up, eyeing his face critically.]

You're malnourished and exhausted. Are you ill?

[kaijugrrroupie]

[Newt's taken by surprise when Ratchet is suddenly practically on top of him, and he blinks owlishly as he's grabbed. He's pretty sure if he wasn't so tired, he'd be able to dodge those fingers, but Ratchet managed to get there first.

He frowns, looking up at Ratchet like he's crazy.]

What? No! I'm fine.

[asafepairofhands]

Newt.

[Ratchet's voice isn't quite sharp, but it's flat and no-nonsense, brooking no argument.]

Kindly refrain from acting like you're the only person who can possibly know anything about xenobiology and lying directly to my face. What's wrong?

[kaijugrrroupie]

[Newt manages to shove Ratchet's fingers from his chin and huffs before he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose to rub at his eyes.]

Look, I'm fine. Really. I'm not sick. Just busy with everything.

[asafepairofhands]

You don't have to be sick to be 'not fine.'

[He watches Newt for another long moment, his optics hard, before they dim and he looks away, shaking his head and trying not to look exhausted himself.]

Whatever. I'm not your physician. Run yourself into the ground, if you want, then.

[kaijugrrroupie]

[Do Cybertronian's even sleep? It's occurred to Newt that he's never actually asked that question. He blows a raspberry at Ratchet just to be petulant, and settles back down into his seat.]

Maybe I will.