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[Hey squadmate, guess what time it is? Weird texts from your new BFF o'clock.]

dude why haven't any scientists invented lightsabers yet?
i mostly mean in my world but also this one, like, i feel like we're sleeping on lightsabers.
you should invent me a lightsaber.

Dude right? It's not possible where I'm from but seems like anything goes here.
Like there's people that can turn into dragons??? and some chick was like conjuring lightning and stuff. It's crazy.
Hm I bet theres a way to harness that lightning energy. I'll look into it.

[or yknow they could just go fuckin talk to anakin skywalker but look he's not in the squad.]

was it lup?
she mostly does fire but sometimes she does lightning stuff.
newt it's ok it's just magic, but i think most importantly
the fact that lightsabers aren't possible in your world is a sin.
that's sinful.

Uhhh maybe? I don't think I got her name.

[He super did and it was Kyna, not Lup.]

Short, brown hair, cute. Godawful shirt? Like someone turned a Win 95 desktop into a tshirt.
She was totally into my tats. Sound like your pal?

[He'll circle back to the lightsabers in a sec, okay? Priorities.

OH, wait, actually.]

Bet she could help with this lightsaber thing if she can book us up with some electricity. How does that work anyway?

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Hey Newt when are we getting those shots in?

Oh hey. Damn I totally forgot about that sorry. Ive been busy lately.
Could use a break though. You free tonight?
You cant say no because its not like any of us have jobs here. Blow off plans if you have em.

It's cool, I didn't forget.

I'm free tonight.

Good answer. Me too.
My place or yours? The lab is also an option but dont tell Alphys.

Yours. Just tell me where to go.
I'll have to trust you're not actually a psychopath trying to lure me somewhere so you can murder me.

I'm in the first spiral of houses. 1301. The ones by the shops and stuff.
Aw crap you found me out. That was totally my plan this whole time.
I'm the laziest serial killer ever though. Just waiting around until you come to me.
Did you get your hands on any alcohol or were you expecting me to be a gracious host??

Oh well, at least you're honest.
I can grab something if you're not stocked up.

Lol. I have like half a fifth of vodka and uhhh another bottle of something that might be tequila? But like space tequila or something. The label is in some alien language so it could be motor oil for all I know.
Might be ok for mixing though. Or doing legit tequila shots but beyond that you are not gonna want to drink it straight.

I've spent my teenage years drinking bathtub moonshine. You're not saying anything that's going to put me off drinking whatever you have there.

Well good. Then hurry up and get over here.
Bring snacks though. That's your entry fee.

I'll do what I can. Any requests?

If you can find pretzels I'll do a bonus shot.
I'm not picky though. Anything I don't have to scrounge up myself sounds good to me. Lol.

Ok give me like 20 minutes and I'll be there.

Cool. Let me know if you need directions I guess?
Just come in when you get here. Doors open.

[And time to spend the next twenty minutes frantically trying to make his place presentable...]

[Later that day, she manages well enough without directions and doesn't actually expect the door to be open when she arrives (surely only Delmar is that trusting).

Yet, it is, and she pokes her head around it and calls out.]

Heeeey, you in? I found pretzels. Or, I dunno, something pretending to be pretzels. They could taste like marshmallows for all I know.

[Nope, Newt is also that trusting. It's not like he has anything worth stealing, anyway. No one in Hadriel does.

He's just finished quarantining his bedroom when she shows up. His messiness has definitely overtaken the house, but at least his laundry and stuff is safely hidden behind a closed door. He's also made some space in the living room to accommodation company, but there's still bits of Null scrap in various states of disrepair scattered around the room. It looks like he's been building things with it.

The kitchen is similarly messy, with lots of papers and more Null parts scattered over the table. He's also hastily put away the smellier stuff he's been working on... There's some specimens floating in jars of makeshift preservative on the counter, but the rest of it's in the fridge. Ominously.

Newt comes out of a bedroom when he hears her, shutting the door behind him.]

Hey! Come on in. [He laughs at the pretzel thing.] I wouldn't argue with marshmallow pretzels. I found something that tastes like soda too, if you're into mixing. [He points at the coffee table, where he's displayed his liquor collection: The aforementioned half a bottle of vodka, maybe-tequila, plus a bottle of orange bubbly liquid. The soda, probably.]

Heyyy.

[She pulls out the greeting when she sees him, tossing the bag of pretzels (or something like pretzels) in his direction. Her first port of call is the liquor, to which she adds her own bottle of something that might be rum, but then she's straight over to the specimen jars on the counter, peering into them with her nose scrunched up.]

Whoa, what are these. [He's some kind of scientist. She'd figured that out a while back, but she's never seen anything like this before.]

[Newt catches the pretzels and starts to inspect them when, oh, guess we're not wasting time here. Good. He likes people that will just go for it. He mixes himself a drink too before heading over to where she's snooping.]

Pieces-parts I pulled off of some local monsters. [Well, "local".] Those are from a quadrupedal creature that kind of looked like a bat, but, uh, way bigger than your typical bat. These are sort of like organic solar panels, since this thing can spit out electrical charges, sort of like an electric eel but, uh, in a more offensive way. This is a Sachs' organ, and these things are spikes that came out of its tail. I think it can grow them back. [He's pointing at jars accordingly.]

[Squiiiiiiint.

Julie was never that into science, but she does pay very close attention to what he's saying. While she wasn't into science, she's very into new things and especially when those things are this interesting.]

You're not an ordinary scientist, are you. [She hums, leaning close to peer at the spikes.]

You grab all this stuff yourself?

[He snorts, sipping at his drink.]

Not really. I'm a xenobiologist, actually. I study aliens. Kaiju. [He gestures at one of his forearms, visible due to his rolled up sleeves.]

And, uh, sort of? I put out an ad for monster corpses, and a ton of people delivered. I didn't kill anything personally, but all the specimen collection from the corpses was me. Well, and a lab assistant, but mostly me.

[Michael is getting like zero credit.]

It's gross, but it's interesting and it keeps me busy. Might help us out one of these days, too.

What's a... 'kaiju'? [Did she say it right? She think she said it right. It might have been a little off.

She steps away to grab herself a drink and a few weird pretzel things, but comes right back to look at the jars, munching contemplatively.]

I mean, you said it was an alien, but what kind of alien?

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