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ximilia2022-07-06 09:59 pm
groupiedrifter) wrote in ximilia2022-07-06 09:59 pm
Video; un: newt | a day or two before the Big Mission Log
[The little electronics shop has a small back room that is dangerously close to detection, when it comes to any government workers coming or going; just a door with a little private sign on the front — and behind that, there's a figure huddled over a desk, tie loosened and hair askew as he takes apart disarmed detonation collars and puts together prototypes to shut them down completely. His focus is impeccable, that's to be sure, but he's going on a second or maybe third night in a row without rest as he stares down the glassy front of a magnifying glass, fingers shock-still around a small welding gun that carefully patches pieces of refurbished technology together.
There is a hefty-sized box beside him, and he's placing his newly created disarming tools into it one at a time; it's gotten quite full. As he works... he starts... rambling into the feed. It does not stop. It almost seems like it never will.
Beside him on the desk, there are generic brand MEGA-CAFFEINE PATCHES.]
I can't just take it easy. Are you kidding? Taking it easy means there's less time to perfect the proper tools we need for this job; if I screw up and everyone's heads pop like grapes, what's that gonna say about me? That I'm a two-bit piece of shit engineer — and yeah, okay, so engineering isn't my primary skillset, but I helped build giant plasma canons, alright? I fortified armaments for 200 foot robots! I built a drifting PONS out of garbage! So, like, I can't just fail at this mission. Besides, this is Viv's home world, so if I fuck it up, I'll basically be letting her down; what would I even say? "Sorry I let people you probably care about go kablooey? At least I made you a dumpy robot body that isn't anywhere near as good as the ones you've got on your world?" Pfft, no, no way. So excuuuse me if I hit some caffeine patch vendors up for a little pick-me-up; what else was I gonna do, snort sci-fi cocaine? I'm not gonna snort sci-fi cocaine; let's leave that to the Scarface wannabes, yeah? I'm steady as shit right now, couldn't be more steady, like Doogie Howser up in this bi — shit! Electronic shock. Sorry. Don't worry, I'm not gonna blow myself up. C'mon, do I look like a guy who would blow himself up? Okay, maybe I look like a guy who'd blow himself up, but I've been alive 36 blissful years and I haven't turned myself into a reenactment of Jeff Goldblum at the end of The Fly yet. What a sick movie, totally worth it for the gross-out. A lesser man would have played it in its entirety at one of our movie nights, but I'm a kind and compassionate soul who would never do such a thing; Newton H. Geiszler is an angel. I don't know why I put an 'H' in there, I don't have a middle name. Does everyone have a middle name? Shit, did my dad skimp out on me? First he makes me a torrid love affair baby, then he curses me genetically with the gold trophy standard of ADHD and bad eyesight, and now he's not giving me my due right as a German-American by giving me some ugly middle name like Clarence or Wolfgang. Actually, Wolfgang sounds kind of lit. Newton Wolfgang Geiszler. Dude, I might just adopt that for myself. Shit! I don't know. What time is it? Someone'll come and let me know when we're doing the mission thing, right? 'Cus I'll be fine to do it, I'll rest in a little bit; I've been taking catnaps in-between finishing disarming tools. Trust me, I'm the king of taking power naps while sitting upright. I've even done it on a stool before, easy peasy pumpkin peasy pumpkin pie. Oh! Actually, I need to think of names for these ones, right? Like how I named the Newtrilizer. I loved that fucking thing; I'm actually using a few notes from that to help make these, too. But I'm seriously blanking on a name... Hermann would probably think it's stupid to name it, but what does he know, anyway? Only a complete loser would name something after a bunch of dead scientists or boring numbers. He's not here to stop me, so whatever! I'll do what I want! And what I want is to name this one The Geiszler Extemporizer. The Geiszler Depolarizer? Or is that too long? It's kind of a mouthful... I guess naming it something that ends in E-R is pretty boring, though. Maybe I'm boring, too. Damn, I don't wanna be boring... Ooooh, I think I'm having heart palpations. Or hot flashes? I really need to get some air conditioning installed in this place. How am I so poor and underequipped in every job after MIT? You'd think saving the world would get me a hell of a lot more money; mo' money, less problems, ha! Ha.... Mmmrrr.
[He quiets for a moment, then another moment, and then his head slouches forward to rest on his chest. There's a quiet buzzing of dead noise and a soft snore before he he startles back awake, gripping the soldering tool more firmly in his hand.]
Whoa!
[He sniffs, rubbing his eye.
Looks left. Looks right.
Squints at the equivalent of a flashing red video light in his vision.]
... Was I recording?
There is a hefty-sized box beside him, and he's placing his newly created disarming tools into it one at a time; it's gotten quite full. As he works... he starts... rambling into the feed. It does not stop. It almost seems like it never will.
Beside him on the desk, there are generic brand MEGA-CAFFEINE PATCHES.]
I can't just take it easy. Are you kidding? Taking it easy means there's less time to perfect the proper tools we need for this job; if I screw up and everyone's heads pop like grapes, what's that gonna say about me? That I'm a two-bit piece of shit engineer — and yeah, okay, so engineering isn't my primary skillset, but I helped build giant plasma canons, alright? I fortified armaments for 200 foot robots! I built a drifting PONS out of garbage! So, like, I can't just fail at this mission. Besides, this is Viv's home world, so if I fuck it up, I'll basically be letting her down; what would I even say? "Sorry I let people you probably care about go kablooey? At least I made you a dumpy robot body that isn't anywhere near as good as the ones you've got on your world?" Pfft, no, no way. So excuuuse me if I hit some caffeine patch vendors up for a little pick-me-up; what else was I gonna do, snort sci-fi cocaine? I'm not gonna snort sci-fi cocaine; let's leave that to the Scarface wannabes, yeah? I'm steady as shit right now, couldn't be more steady, like Doogie Howser up in this bi — shit! Electronic shock. Sorry. Don't worry, I'm not gonna blow myself up. C'mon, do I look like a guy who would blow himself up? Okay, maybe I look like a guy who'd blow himself up, but I've been alive 36 blissful years and I haven't turned myself into a reenactment of Jeff Goldblum at the end of The Fly yet. What a sick movie, totally worth it for the gross-out. A lesser man would have played it in its entirety at one of our movie nights, but I'm a kind and compassionate soul who would never do such a thing; Newton H. Geiszler is an angel. I don't know why I put an 'H' in there, I don't have a middle name. Does everyone have a middle name? Shit, did my dad skimp out on me? First he makes me a torrid love affair baby, then he curses me genetically with the gold trophy standard of ADHD and bad eyesight, and now he's not giving me my due right as a German-American by giving me some ugly middle name like Clarence or Wolfgang. Actually, Wolfgang sounds kind of lit. Newton Wolfgang Geiszler. Dude, I might just adopt that for myself. Shit! I don't know. What time is it? Someone'll come and let me know when we're doing the mission thing, right? 'Cus I'll be fine to do it, I'll rest in a little bit; I've been taking catnaps in-between finishing disarming tools. Trust me, I'm the king of taking power naps while sitting upright. I've even done it on a stool before, easy peasy pumpkin peasy pumpkin pie. Oh! Actually, I need to think of names for these ones, right? Like how I named the Newtrilizer. I loved that fucking thing; I'm actually using a few notes from that to help make these, too. But I'm seriously blanking on a name... Hermann would probably think it's stupid to name it, but what does he know, anyway? Only a complete loser would name something after a bunch of dead scientists or boring numbers. He's not here to stop me, so whatever! I'll do what I want! And what I want is to name this one The Geiszler Extemporizer. The Geiszler Depolarizer? Or is that too long? It's kind of a mouthful... I guess naming it something that ends in E-R is pretty boring, though. Maybe I'm boring, too. Damn, I don't wanna be boring... Ooooh, I think I'm having heart palpations. Or hot flashes? I really need to get some air conditioning installed in this place. How am I so poor and underequipped in every job after MIT? You'd think saving the world would get me a hell of a lot more money; mo' money, less problems, ha! Ha.... Mmmrrr.
[He quiets for a moment, then another moment, and then his head slouches forward to rest on his chest. There's a quiet buzzing of dead noise and a soft snore before he he startles back awake, gripping the soldering tool more firmly in his hand.]
Whoa!
[He sniffs, rubbing his eye.
Looks left. Looks right.
Squints at the equivalent of a flashing red video light in his vision.]
... Was I recording?
audio; un: romanoff
[Yes. That is what she's going to go for as an opener. With all the information Newt just threw out there, Natasha has to pick something to hold onto as a starting point.
From there, well:]
Just how close are you to getting into your emergency stash of good liquor?
audio;
But I was with company! I didn't do it alone!
[So that's an important point to note!]
Sorry, I should've saved some for you; I should've known you'd have that emergency stash languishing around in your head for times like these. Maybe my middle name should start with an I for Inconsiderate.
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[In a deadpan that makes it clear it is not, in fact, less worrying.]
I'm doing all right though. No worries on that count. I think we can skip making you carry that particular oversight around in your name.
You doing okay?
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Hmmm? Yeah, I'm fine! I'm just keeping myself busy.
That's always a good goal to have, right? Keeping busy?
no subject
Depends what you're busy doing. Have you been busy sleeping much?
no subject
[He's a child.]
no subject
[Turning that around on him immediately.]
Especially if you want to avoid making mistakes because of sleep deprivation.
no subject
........ Mistakes from sleep deprivation would be pretty bad.
[NATASHA, DON'T YOU MAKE HIM YIELD TO COMMON SENSE.]
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I know the type.
[Oh, does she ever. Between Bruce and Tony, men who manage to be much stupider than their apparent intelligence would indicate are very familiar to her.]
They almost never do their best work at 3:30am. And I get the feeling you've seen a few 3:30ams recently.
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... Okay, very petulantly. But he refrains from grumbling under his breath.]
... Stark's old, he can't hang with all the youngsters.
[Heh.
Not that there's any actual malice there; Natasha would probably not be remotely shocked to learn he and Tony Stark got along really well together. Between the genius minds and the equally overpowering personalities and the similar taste in music? Yeah, no contest.
... Sigh.]
I might've seen a few. But I did take it easy the first half of the mission. Doesn't that count for anything? I slept like a baby a few times in there!
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[She can tell it's not real hostility. Natasha plays along, a slight smile warming her voice.]
Listen, I'm not going to nag you. But broadcasting this was clearly not intentional, and that's about the least dangerous mistake you could make.
Make sure you're taking care of yourself.
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[Answer: He was not.
But he knows when he's beat, and Natasha is one of many who has him figured out and poked to be sensible. Sensible!! Like Newton knows what such a thing is! A foreign concept, if he suddenly pretends he never learned English...]
Well, even if you don't nag me, there'll be a dozen people who take your place.
I'll... uh. Rest.
[God, Newton, don't make it sound like Picking Up Dog Poop duty.]
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[With a little bit of humor. Then, with a slightly different kind of humor.]
I'm sure you'll have plenty of opportunity to overextend yourself later.
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