Man, I can't believe it's my second christmas here. Wild!
[Spoken to anyone in his general vicinity as he invades every space where festivities are being held — the sunlight room is, like, teeming with snow! And as much as he usually hates being cold, it's hard to deny there's a lot of fun in being normal and enjoying routine holidays and seasons that come along with it. He's back in his ugly holiday sweater from last year, because why fix what isn't broken? Just like how every year should completely, unequivocably include building ridiculous snowmen. Which he does! And when he finally steps back and leans on someone's shoulder, content with his work, he gestures and asks:]
So? Whaddya' think? Do I win the snowman award this year, or what?
[There is no snowman award. But here's his submission, anyway.
Lovely.
Of course, Newt's not about to pass by finding everyone and giving them a present — and make no mistake, he has a present for everyone. Granted, people he doesn't know very well will get something as basic as an office party knick-knack, but by god, he'll make sure you're all given something. So it goes! If you're someone he's familiar with, be prepared for him to make a beeline for you at some point with a gift clasped in his hands and a shit-eating smile on his face.]
Yo, Merry Holidays, dude! You won't guess whose name is on this wrapping paper.
Part II. Defect
[Tragically, nothing good can ever last forever. Case in point: a homicidal AI is trying to screw with everyone aboard the station. Just business as usual, huh? Thing is, Newton doesn't even realize that there's something going on. Not at first, anyway. He's in the hallway, minding his own business with a stolen tub of ice-cream under one arm and a bag of popcorn in the other hand, when suddenly the space around him goes dark. With a big, obnoxious groan, he huffs and puffs and pouts his way slowly down the corridor.]
I am so sick of losing my vision at the worst possible time; the orb's gonna start getting letters of complaint from me. I don't even care if I agreed to the terms of service, I'm gonna bitch and moan about it just to be petty! [When he thinks he hears footsteps, he stops. Man, actually? He's doing pretty good navigating the dark. Looks like all that practice paid off a little.] Hey! I'm heading toward the community lounge area, right?
[He's entirely unaware that the other person also can't see. Or rather, that all of them are stuck in temporary darkness.
But once things get going, or at least as going as they can be, Newton collects his mighty army of flashlights and starts distributing them with some pep in his step. Some poor sucker who can't see their hands in front of their faces will find a light suddenly right in their eyes.]
Here! I got tons to spare!
[Or — in more horrific, anxiety-inducing situations — Newt will be there on the other side of a locked door for any poor soul who may be trapped behind them. Newt's somewhat familiar with the station's technology, or at least understands it enough to handle some of these locked door issues. The question is, are you behind a door where the oxygen is being depleted, or in your room? The bathrooms? I'm so sorry if it's the bathrooms, that's an awful place to be trapped in the dark.
Point is, Newt's here to rescue you. Hopefully.
Especially if you're about to asphyxiate from lack of air. In fact, one can hear him knocking the metal butt of his flashlight into the door blocking their way to either freedom or life.]
Heeeey! Anybody in there?! Anyone need help getting out??
Part III. Wildcard
[Got something that doesn't fit? I'm open to whatever the imagination drums up! Hit me up on simpledog or via PM if you'd like!]
Newton Geiszler | Pacific Rim
Man, I can't believe it's my second christmas here. Wild!
[Spoken to anyone in his general vicinity as he invades every space where festivities are being held — the sunlight room is, like, teeming with snow! And as much as he usually hates being cold, it's hard to deny there's a lot of fun in being normal and enjoying routine holidays and seasons that come along with it. He's back in his ugly holiday sweater from last year, because why fix what isn't broken? Just like how every year should completely, unequivocably include building ridiculous snowmen. Which he does! And when he finally steps back and leans on someone's shoulder, content with his work, he gestures and asks:]
So? Whaddya' think? Do I win the snowman award this year, or what?
[There is no snowman award. But here's his submission, anyway.
Lovely.
Of course, Newt's not about to pass by finding everyone and giving them a present — and make no mistake, he has a present for everyone. Granted, people he doesn't know very well will get something as basic as an office party knick-knack, but by god, he'll make sure you're all given something. So it goes! If you're someone he's familiar with, be prepared for him to make a beeline for you at some point with a gift clasped in his hands and a shit-eating smile on his face.]
Yo, Merry Holidays, dude! You won't guess whose name is on this wrapping paper.
Part II. Defect
[Tragically, nothing good can ever last forever. Case in point: a homicidal AI is trying to screw with everyone aboard the station. Just business as usual, huh? Thing is, Newton doesn't even realize that there's something going on. Not at first, anyway. He's in the hallway, minding his own business with a stolen tub of ice-cream under one arm and a bag of popcorn in the other hand, when suddenly the space around him goes dark. With a big, obnoxious groan, he huffs and puffs and pouts his way slowly down the corridor.]
I am so sick of losing my vision at the worst possible time; the orb's gonna start getting letters of complaint from me. I don't even care if I agreed to the terms of service, I'm gonna bitch and moan about it just to be petty! [When he thinks he hears footsteps, he stops. Man, actually? He's doing pretty good navigating the dark. Looks like all that practice paid off a little.] Hey! I'm heading toward the community lounge area, right?
[He's entirely unaware that the other person also can't see. Or rather, that all of them are stuck in temporary darkness.
But once things get going, or at least as going as they can be, Newton collects his mighty army of flashlights and starts distributing them with some pep in his step. Some poor sucker who can't see their hands in front of their faces will find a light suddenly right in their eyes.]
Here! I got tons to spare!
[Or — in more horrific, anxiety-inducing situations — Newt will be there on the other side of a locked door for any poor soul who may be trapped behind them. Newt's somewhat familiar with the station's technology, or at least understands it enough to handle some of these locked door issues. The question is, are you behind a door where the oxygen is being depleted, or in your room? The bathrooms? I'm so sorry if it's the bathrooms, that's an awful place to be trapped in the dark.
Point is, Newt's here to rescue you. Hopefully.
Especially if you're about to asphyxiate from lack of air. In fact, one can hear him knocking the metal butt of his flashlight into the door blocking their way to either freedom or life.]
Heeeey! Anybody in there?! Anyone need help getting out??
Part III. Wildcard
[Got something that doesn't fit? I'm open to whatever the imagination drums up! Hit me up on