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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?

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[Ignoring the horrifying knowledge that this is exactly what he gets like when he shuts himself up for days to work on his inventions, Wei Wuxian raises an eyebrow and then just. Keeps raising it as he listens on and on. And on.

He has so many questions. (Sci-fi cocaine? ADHD? German-American????)

But most of all—]

...are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah, you were definitely recording.

That was — a lot and after all that, I'd hardly say you were boring.

[ He might have tuned out at certain bits though. ]

You ... okay, man?

Shouldn't you find a middle name that starts with an H? You did throw that out there. Hugo, or something like that.

[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?

If you don’t have a middle name you should definitely give yourself one. I don’t have a birth certificate so I just made a new one.

[Making shit up is a totally valid way to deal with these things, ok, she knows.]

I will call you Newton Wolfgang Geiszler from now on if you want.

Newt, dear gods...I'm coming over to bring you something to eat.

And you need to sleep for at least a couple hours.

That was a lot of nonsense, Newton.

Where are you right now?

You definitely have looked better, bud. Not even going to ask who this Doogie person is. Just -- you need a hand? You need help. I'm coming to help. While you get some rest. And some food in you. Just tell me what you need and I can help.

[Look. Ed knows how he can get. And he doesn't have Al here to prod him to eat or sleep like he usually does back home. So. He gets it. But also. He doesn't want to see Newt pushing himself too much like that. So.]

Of course I'm okay!! Why wouldn't I be okay??

I'm aces! That's slang for awesome/cool/great. 🤘🤘🤘🤘

[Oh no, a second person asking if he's okay.

Don't make him actually have to consider what the answer is, dude.]

Just busy is all. What, you never get all worked up and chatty when you're neck-deep in projects?

... I might've drained that particular emergency stash a while ago.

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.

See, that's the spirit! Fuck the facts, just make up your own names and birthdays. You think Wolfgang sounds pretty cool, though? I'm torn between it sounding so nerdy it's badass or just plain nerdy.

I'm fiiiine. I'm barely hungry! I've been hardcore munching on those nasty food rations between the usual spurts of madness. It's amazing how absolutely awful a place's food supply can be; I didn't think it could get any lower, but here we are.

[sleep???? who is sleep??? don't know her]

Thaaanks, I'm really good at nonsense.

I'm working at my shop, duh. Can't stray too far from work, yknow??? We've got a very limited window of time to get these stupid collar disarming tools completed, so it's not like I can sit on my ass and stare at the walls.

[He's torn. On one hand, Newt is obviously lying. On the other hand, Wei "I'm fine!" Wuxian isn't one to judge. Is this what he sounds like? Is this what other people hear when he says he's fine? No, Newt is a way worse liar then him. Definitely.]

Aces. Sure. [And then, because he can't stop himself] What's "sci-fi cocaine?"

Doogie's awesome. A badass.

[... Nope, that's the full description. Totally unhelpful.]

Hey, wait — I'm cool! Everything's cool, really, man. I'm just. I've been eating and sleeping. [He does not, of course, specify how much of either of those he is actually doing. Because the answer is insufficient and they both know it.] Besides, you've all got plenty on your plates, too.

Okay. I still have no idea who that is but. Not important.

[Because. It isn't. Not with all this. He barely makes that much sense of this rambling but Ed can tell the other is probably pushing himself a little much. He gets it. He wants to try and figure helping too. But he also knows he wants Newt to be able to help in future missions and that won't be the case if he is too exhausted and not eating as much as he needs.]

Everyone does. Doesn't mean we can't come help. You can't figure all this on your own. I can help. I'm coming. We can work together. My alchemy can help you figure what you need as long as we have materials, right? It'll be quicker. And we can tag team, one of us working while the other eats and sleeps or something.

[He is at least used to that. With Al taking over for him while he naps.]

After the Scorpion's Bend disaster, I learned to pack extra when we go on missions. I brought with me water bottles, packed rations, and meds. Most of them I exchanged for tablets so I could bring them to the lower circles, but I kept some for emergencies. I'll bring you real food and clean water.

I know you are trying your best, Newt, but you look like you haven't slept in a month. You'll end blowing yourself up by accident.

[ Peter will knock you unconscious if he has to. Don't think he won't! He pauses for a second, before adding; ]

Don't do space cocaine.

〈 —well. 〉

I’ve still got my Newtrilizer.

Dude. You good?

...
[Hello??? Sir???]

Newton-ya. If you don't get some actual rest immediately I'm going to come find you and knock you unconscious.

[ he doesn't immediately jump on video with this thing unless he absolutely has to, and right now, it's very much a has-to.

because how else is he gonna give that stern knit eyebrows looks that's both reprimanding and concerned, the former almost outweighing the latter since he doesn't like to show off being sentimental, even if with newt, it's been shown plenty that he can be. ]

Newt.

[ that's all he says. way past the "geiszler" calling now. ]

what's a

[ give her a minute or two. insert phone holding music here — ]

depolarizer

Edited 2022-07-07 14:25 (UTC)

Where did you get the patches?

[He only watched like the first 30 seconds of this before gleaning the most important scrap of information and moving on. Come on, Newt, this could be a game changer.]

Oh, that makes it a lot less worrying.

[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?

Oh no don't even ask.
Don't do drugs, Wei Wuxian. Drugs are bad mmkay?

But if you gotta know, sci-fi = science fiction, which is fiction based on imagined future scientific or technological advances and major social or environmental changes, frequently portraying space or time travel and life on other planets.

And cocaine = an addictive drug derived from coca or prepared synthetically, used as an illegal stimulant and sometimes medicinally as a local anesthetic.

Also known as:

Apache
Big C
C Dust
Blow
Coke
Cola
Love Affair
Scottie
White Girl
Black Rock
Gravel
Ice Cubes
Nuggets
White Tornado
Big Rush
Friskie Powder
Glad Stuff
Happy Dust
Love Affair
Florida Snow
Nose Candy
Paradise White
White Lady
White Mosquito

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