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ximilialog2022-02-14 01:47 am
groupiedrifter) wrote in ximilialog2022-02-14 01:47 am
[OPEN] i can see clearly now the desert's gone
CHARACTERS: Newton Geiszler and You!
LOCATION: See each prompt.
DATE: Feb 13th - March 1st
CONTENT: Newton Feb Station Catch-all!
WARNINGS: None that I can think of, will update individual threads if needed!
I. Post Mission Respite | (infirmary; Feb 13th)
[Newt's kind of all over the place, when he returns back to the station. He's covered in soot from detonating those mines, and there's a make-shift wrap tied tight around his calf where a pulsefire burn throbs unpleasantly, so he's a bit of a mess in general. Exhaustion almost carries him to bed, but he visits the infirmary first; too many friends are hurt, too many need to be checked up on. It's easy to feel guilty... because after all, his only real injury is one that's self-inflicted.
Not only that, but that poor old man... It's awful to think about.
Though he has to admit, it's easy to push the events of the mission into the back of his mind now that they're here again. Such thoughts usually take longer to leave him, but he finds himself more determined to just let it go and push forward. He knows a little first aid, so he'll implement it for anyone who needs it, wearily limping his way over to the nearest slightly injured soul to say:]
You're looking a little rough. Let's see those cuts, man.
[God knows nobody around here takes care of themselves (including himself, it seems).
... Newt'll go take a nice long shower after this.]
II. Valentine's Day Chocolate Thief | (lab)
[He's gotta admit, he always loved Valentine's Day. Not just because he's a sucker for giving out candy and all that to his friends and family (and... y'know... lover, if it's one of those years), but he also likes to splurge on candies for himself. The sweet tooth this guy has is ridiculous, and so he pilfers some of those boxes of chocolates for himself the moment they hit the kitchen.
The lab feels nice and homely after being away for two months and change, he thinks. He places some of the leftover Newtrilizers into the glass case he keeps, alongside the monster tissue samples from their very first mission. You just never know when you need to revisit such things, huh? Eating chocolates between writing some meager reports about pulsefire (composition, geographical location, all of the things he'd learned upon studying it under a microscope), he switches between his Artificial Tissue Replication project and picking up his electric guitar and jamming out very loudly; Elthree had gotten him a portable amplifier, after all, so no more frankenstein-speaker needed to get a little nuts! Sorry for your ears!
Every so often he stops to eat some chocolates.
Sometimes he's lying on the floor, plucking out a tune on the guitar lying across his chest.
He likes the floor, y'know? Very cold, very nice on his achy back. He hunches too much.
If he's not playing his guitar while lying on the ground like a weirdo, he's speaking into his handheld voice recorder:]
— besides precise geometric control for the de novo reconstruction of complex structures, biomimetic tissue proxies depend on vascularized networks for sustained delivery of nutrients and oxygen as well as waste transport off-site. Therefore, sacrificial materials were incorporated into printed 3D tissue constructs that can be removed upon demand to generate perfusable tubular structures. I've employed a versatile scheme, wherein sacrificial carbohydrate glass-lattices are printed and incorporated into various cellularized polymers in a mold. Upon lattice dissolution endothelial cells were perfused to line the channels walls mimicking a vascular epithelium —
[Yuck, science.
If he's not doing that, he's pouring over medical textbooks that McCoy had given him a while ago to study. That's kinda his next big focus, anyway — being able to stitch together someone who might be bleeding out, or assess them for a crisis. Like, y'know. Seizures. Stuff like that.
Maybe someday he'll be Dr. Newton Geiszler, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD,... MD.]
III. Do you WannaBuild a Snowman Watch a Movie? | (simulation room, etc.)
Hey.
[Someone prods your shoulder. As it turns out, it's Newton, hair askew and pajamas on as though he'd been considering going to sleep but has second-guessed this concept. Don't worry about why he's not wanting to sleep right now, okay? Focus on the big picture!]
Let's go watch a movie. You get the snacks, I've got the flicks. Whaddya' say?
[In truth, he just wants to keep himself preoccupied with some good company. It's so easy these days to get wrapped up in your own head; why not distract yourself with the fellowship of some good pals? Or hell, even mild acquaintances. Newt's never been picky, especially with the Take What You Can Get system he's employed even since his youth.]
I've got Godzilla.
... And some super fun rip-offs from home.
And the simulation room's probably free, if you wanna make it more than just a white sheet on a wall.
[He usually puts together some big sleepover for the whole ship, but... lately, he's just not interested. They're tired, he's tired, and maybe it's for the best if he cuts down on the obnoxious need to keep everyone's spirits up. After all, they probably don't like it nearly as much as he does. But a smaller watch group? Oh, he's all over that!]
IV. Culinary Arts: Mac N' Cheese Edition | (kitchen)
[It's Yelena's fault, really. She reminded him of one of his favoritest dishes to make, and he got real homesick for it (homesick in the PPDC sense, anyway). So he stands in the kitchen at yet another unnecessarily late hour, having moved from the lab to the stove, and stirs an oversized pot of macaroni that is clearly the easy-to-make boxed mac'n'cheese. Space Kraft.
He hums a diddy by Stiff Little Fingers as he works, but eventually gets distracted playing old videos on his phone. He sets the small screen down on the counter and watches with his arms folded on the surface and chin tucked into them. Mako Mori is complaining at him for filming her as she eats a doughnut, but her mouth is too full and she can't even properly lecture him. Hermann's mumbling under his breath as he draws out long equations on an oversized blackboard, deep in his thoughts. The Sasha Kaidonovsky and Chuck Hansen arm wrestling, tipsy PPDC members hooting around them as Sasha begins to slowly his arm back. Pentecost trying to look professional at the birthday cake presented to him by Choi and the others. A new years celebration, where everyone looks at ease for once.
It's super weird, really. They were always pretty detached from the rest of the PPDC. The science division, that is. But... He had also not realized how many things he'd recorded during the years he spent there. He also can't help but notice just how many people weren't alive anymore in these videos.
It puts things into perspective. He needs to get his regret fixed, so that more of these people can go on with their lives... after the war's done again.
He doesn't notice his water's boiling over a bit. Oops.
...
Don't be disturbed when he squirts a big glob of ketchup into his pasta-filled bowl afterward.]
V. 20/20 Visionary | (armory; end of Feb)
[After visiting the armory, he has a standard-issued Heckler and Koch HK45 built for himself.
It's just something he's been feeling might be of use lately, even if he's still yet to take a life. It's not supposed to be part of his job, right? To take a life. He makes things for the soldiers, but he's no soldier. Still... It's been more and more evident that he needs to take this seriously; with every mission they go on, there's a moment where he could have used this kind of protection. He can't be forcing the others to watch out for him. He's gotta be able to pull his own weight.
No more childishness, right? No more losing sight of what's important here.
In the shooting range situated in the training room, he puts on some noise cancelling earmuffs and practices shooting a target. They're not the best shots, but he's putting the work in to make them better.
Strange.
How is he shooting clearly when he's not wearing his glasses?
Now that's a terribly unusual sight.]
[NOTE: Feel free to throw a starter here or wildcard it up, if you have ideas!]
LOCATION: See each prompt.
DATE: Feb 13th - March 1st
CONTENT: Newton Feb Station Catch-all!
WARNINGS: None that I can think of, will update individual threads if needed!
I. Post Mission Respite | (infirmary; Feb 13th)
[Newt's kind of all over the place, when he returns back to the station. He's covered in soot from detonating those mines, and there's a make-shift wrap tied tight around his calf where a pulsefire burn throbs unpleasantly, so he's a bit of a mess in general. Exhaustion almost carries him to bed, but he visits the infirmary first; too many friends are hurt, too many need to be checked up on. It's easy to feel guilty... because after all, his only real injury is one that's self-inflicted.
Not only that, but that poor old man... It's awful to think about.
Though he has to admit, it's easy to push the events of the mission into the back of his mind now that they're here again. Such thoughts usually take longer to leave him, but he finds himself more determined to just let it go and push forward. He knows a little first aid, so he'll implement it for anyone who needs it, wearily limping his way over to the nearest slightly injured soul to say:]
You're looking a little rough. Let's see those cuts, man.
[God knows nobody around here takes care of themselves (including himself, it seems).
... Newt'll go take a nice long shower after this.]
II. Valentine's Day Chocolate Thief | (lab)
[He's gotta admit, he always loved Valentine's Day. Not just because he's a sucker for giving out candy and all that to his friends and family (and... y'know... lover, if it's one of those years), but he also likes to splurge on candies for himself. The sweet tooth this guy has is ridiculous, and so he pilfers some of those boxes of chocolates for himself the moment they hit the kitchen.
The lab feels nice and homely after being away for two months and change, he thinks. He places some of the leftover Newtrilizers into the glass case he keeps, alongside the monster tissue samples from their very first mission. You just never know when you need to revisit such things, huh? Eating chocolates between writing some meager reports about pulsefire (composition, geographical location, all of the things he'd learned upon studying it under a microscope), he switches between his Artificial Tissue Replication project and picking up his electric guitar and jamming out very loudly; Elthree had gotten him a portable amplifier, after all, so no more frankenstein-speaker needed to get a little nuts! Sorry for your ears!
Every so often he stops to eat some chocolates.
Sometimes he's lying on the floor, plucking out a tune on the guitar lying across his chest.
He likes the floor, y'know? Very cold, very nice on his achy back. He hunches too much.
If he's not playing his guitar while lying on the ground like a weirdo, he's speaking into his handheld voice recorder:]
— besides precise geometric control for the de novo reconstruction of complex structures, biomimetic tissue proxies depend on vascularized networks for sustained delivery of nutrients and oxygen as well as waste transport off-site. Therefore, sacrificial materials were incorporated into printed 3D tissue constructs that can be removed upon demand to generate perfusable tubular structures. I've employed a versatile scheme, wherein sacrificial carbohydrate glass-lattices are printed and incorporated into various cellularized polymers in a mold. Upon lattice dissolution endothelial cells were perfused to line the channels walls mimicking a vascular epithelium —
[Yuck, science.
If he's not doing that, he's pouring over medical textbooks that McCoy had given him a while ago to study. That's kinda his next big focus, anyway — being able to stitch together someone who might be bleeding out, or assess them for a crisis. Like, y'know. Seizures. Stuff like that.
Maybe someday he'll be Dr. Newton Geiszler, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD, PhD,... MD.]
III. Do you Wanna
Hey.
[Someone prods your shoulder. As it turns out, it's Newton, hair askew and pajamas on as though he'd been considering going to sleep but has second-guessed this concept. Don't worry about why he's not wanting to sleep right now, okay? Focus on the big picture!]
Let's go watch a movie. You get the snacks, I've got the flicks. Whaddya' say?
[In truth, he just wants to keep himself preoccupied with some good company. It's so easy these days to get wrapped up in your own head; why not distract yourself with the fellowship of some good pals? Or hell, even mild acquaintances. Newt's never been picky, especially with the Take What You Can Get system he's employed even since his youth.]
I've got Godzilla.
... And some super fun rip-offs from home.
And the simulation room's probably free, if you wanna make it more than just a white sheet on a wall.
[He usually puts together some big sleepover for the whole ship, but... lately, he's just not interested. They're tired, he's tired, and maybe it's for the best if he cuts down on the obnoxious need to keep everyone's spirits up. After all, they probably don't like it nearly as much as he does. But a smaller watch group? Oh, he's all over that!]
IV. Culinary Arts: Mac N' Cheese Edition | (kitchen)
[It's Yelena's fault, really. She reminded him of one of his favoritest dishes to make, and he got real homesick for it (homesick in the PPDC sense, anyway). So he stands in the kitchen at yet another unnecessarily late hour, having moved from the lab to the stove, and stirs an oversized pot of macaroni that is clearly the easy-to-make boxed mac'n'cheese. Space Kraft.
He hums a diddy by Stiff Little Fingers as he works, but eventually gets distracted playing old videos on his phone. He sets the small screen down on the counter and watches with his arms folded on the surface and chin tucked into them. Mako Mori is complaining at him for filming her as she eats a doughnut, but her mouth is too full and she can't even properly lecture him. Hermann's mumbling under his breath as he draws out long equations on an oversized blackboard, deep in his thoughts. The Sasha Kaidonovsky and Chuck Hansen arm wrestling, tipsy PPDC members hooting around them as Sasha begins to slowly his arm back. Pentecost trying to look professional at the birthday cake presented to him by Choi and the others. A new years celebration, where everyone looks at ease for once.
It's super weird, really. They were always pretty detached from the rest of the PPDC. The science division, that is. But... He had also not realized how many things he'd recorded during the years he spent there. He also can't help but notice just how many people weren't alive anymore in these videos.
It puts things into perspective. He needs to get his regret fixed, so that more of these people can go on with their lives... after the war's done again.
He doesn't notice his water's boiling over a bit. Oops.
...
Don't be disturbed when he squirts a big glob of ketchup into his pasta-filled bowl afterward.]
V. 20/20 Visionary | (armory; end of Feb)
[After visiting the armory, he has a standard-issued Heckler and Koch HK45 built for himself.
It's just something he's been feeling might be of use lately, even if he's still yet to take a life. It's not supposed to be part of his job, right? To take a life. He makes things for the soldiers, but he's no soldier. Still... It's been more and more evident that he needs to take this seriously; with every mission they go on, there's a moment where he could have used this kind of protection. He can't be forcing the others to watch out for him. He's gotta be able to pull his own weight.
No more childishness, right? No more losing sight of what's important here.
In the shooting range situated in the training room, he puts on some noise cancelling earmuffs and practices shooting a target. They're not the best shots, but he's putting the work in to make them better.
Strange.
How is he shooting clearly when he's not wearing his glasses?
Now that's a terribly unusual sight.]
[NOTE: Feel free to throw a starter here or wildcard it up, if you have ideas!]
no subject
... I recorded over the last part of that with my animal documentary.
no subject
he does stir a little out of this spell when Newt startles and recognizes where the footage cuts off, but it's barely a flicker in the comforting feeling that remains. he wears a pensive, soft expression, not responding to the remark right away.
...or at all.
instead:] Keeping you out of trouble... I hope your father will forgive us. We've failed at that...a lot.
Thank goodness you're strong enough to endure.
no subject
Hey, you heard little me. I can't be kept outta trouble.
I think my dad would just be happy I have friends that try.
[His eyes squinch up in amusement.]
He sure tried to keep me out of trouble, too. But y'know, he'd be totally losing his mind if he knew I was stuck on a big space station, going out there on the front lines. That's the funny thing about being someone's kid; you're always their 'kid', even when you're in your mid-thirties.
[God, wait 'til his dad hears about the kaiju almost eating him (allegedly).
He's gonna pass right out.]
no subject
Is it...always like that? I don't remember it. Fathers. Mothers.
More and more...I learn some sense of them...from you, from others here. But I don't know...if I'll ever understand it for myself.
no subject
... No, not always like that. There are a lot of mothers and fathers who are only called that because they biologically made kids. But they're not real parents. Y'know? Some people, they don't deserve the title.
You don't have to have them, though. A mom or dad.
It can feel like a big hole in your life, especially when you grow up around people who had both, but... every relationship is important. They can be just as fulfilling. And they patch up the holes sometimes, too.
Like... My uncle, he's pretty much my second dad. A lot of who I am now is 'cus of him.
no subject
You manage to find your way to others...without ever seeing the bonds.
...No. Perhaps that's unfair to think. You simply...understand them there, in your own ways. It isn't always one-to-one...between each other...but each person is...living that bit of reality with each other.
I hardly understand how you do it. You and the others...are far more complex and unrestrained than any humans I ever knew before.
[local Mu calls friend unhinged (affectionate).]
no subject
You think so?
I mean, I like being complex! Complex is good, right? It means we're never boring! [Frankly, that's a concern of Newt's, more than a lot of other things that would be much healthier to worry about. He looks pleased, though, at a particular thought.] You're living in this bit of reality with me, too. Isn't this nice? Just existing together? It's so cool. When you really think about it, there's so much working right now to make this happen. Like, scientifically! All these cogs around us turning so that we can have this moment that can never be perfectly replicated.
no subject
I'm lucky to know you. [scientifically or not.]
no subject
Well, hey. I'm happy to know you, too. And I promise I'll do whatever I can to make sure you get to feel the same stuff we get to! So don't even sweat it.
[And honestly, he hasn't been feeling very well lately... mentally, or something. It's nothing, not anything for anyone to worry about. Physically, he's been solid. He's better than ever! It's just — he's had bad months before, even if it's been years, so. It's fine.
He's fine.]
You wanna, um... watch some more videos?
[It can be a nice evening of pleasant emotions for you, pal.
Not that that's all he's planning on doing. No sir.]
no subject
I would like that.
[truly! there's a bit of warmth to the color of the specter - warmed by the sharing of these precious things. what's friendship without a little siphoning of others' memories to fill the void one has lacking in that regard??]
Would you...be comfortable bringing them with you? To my quarters. Just in case it happens again.
[it? what 'it'? he hasn't been keeping tabs on who does and doesn't know about 'it'.
it's ALSO fine.]
no subject
Of course, man. If you want my company, I mean, I'm always around to hang out!
We can do whatever to pass the time, too. Games or books or movies... whatever!
no subject
with that said, though...he doesn't want to press his luck too much more, so with a polite bow at the waist, his visage flickers and vanishes - and thank goodness for that! a few minutes later, his psionics fail entirely, and that would've been kind of a disturbing farewell, wouldn't it?]