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... on being apped and reserved for THE BOX (canon is pacific rim)

So that's how it's gonna be? You're just-- (newt furiously pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose) --sending me away to some backwater, fancy-schmancy, high-tech town-prison and calling it a day?

I saved the world! EXCUSE ME. I saved the god damn world, and this is the thanks I get? Real glad for that; you're unbelievable. "Oh, no more kaiju, guys. Guess we don't need Newton Geiszler and his amazing mind anymore, toss him into the woods and leave him to fend for himself." What if the kaiju come back, huh? And I'm not here to save your sorry asses again? ... I hope you get eaten.

(there's a high-pitch whine under his breath.)

I deserve better. I deserve a Nobel prize. A statue. Okay, at least a plaque.

(crossing his arms, he puts on the poutiest face a 35-year-old man can make.)

Does this place at least have something interesting going on? I'm not going to have to teach any hicks how to dissect frogs, right?

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[[Great. Another uppity genius. just what Jamison needs.]

Don't think much of anyone'll be interested in that lesson. Unless you're talking monster frogs. Those could use some dissecting.

But hey, you go right on savin the world, pal. Less work for me.

Do me a favor and try not to make more work for me. We've got enough problems 'round here.

(there's a snort at monster frogs, because is this guy for real or is he mocking him?)

"We?" Who's the we? What, oh shit, do you live there or something? (oh boy. here we go.)

Hmm. Problems. Yeah, about that-- I don't exactly plan on staying put and twiddling my thumbs with the rest of you chumps. I figure my inevitable escape will probably take an hour, maybe three, tops. So, uh, I'll be out of your hair before you can give me one of your two-toothed snarls.

[Oh he's for real. Painfully so.]

Yes. I've spent fifteen years twiddling my thumbs. It's just such an appealing place to stay put in. I'm sure you'll be gone in no time. I'd be surprised, honestly I would, if you're still around by nightfall of the second day, and not a tenant to the worms and the protists.

But you know better than I, I look forward to seeing your escape plan.

[And that forced smile looks more like a grimace but her, at least it has a full set of teeth, thanks, Newt.]

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Fifteen years of that? Ouch, dude. No wonder you're such a stick in the mud.

(and that little attempt there to scare him? okay so maybe it gave him goosebumps, because thinking about micro-organisms eating him is way gross and definitely not fun to watch in his mind.)

Ah-ha-ha, and that's where I'm going to disappoint you because no one's going to "see" my plan. That's like rule one of what not to do in a jailbreak. God! No wonder you've never made it out, man. No, look-- you've got to be stealthy. Ninja. A shadow.

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Shadows are the last thing you want to be.

[He stiffens there and shakes his head, not enough scotch lying around for this.]

When your plan crashes, I recommend you find your way South. People like you are always more comfortable down where the power is.

Don't tell me you're a town full of superstitious fanatics. Beware the shadows? Demons? Monsters? Ooooo~oooo. Sure, I get it. You can spare me the wives tales.

(but okay, dude. he won't mention shadows again. doesn't want you to get all wide-eyed and shaky on him.)

That's because power usually means technology and technology means sanity. (a beat.) And less of a strain on your eyes. Doing things by candlelight is a real bitch.

[ Thanks for trying to foist him off on her, Jamison. ]

If it weren't for the fact that there's an ordinance in place on swimming, fishing, and just general proximity to the beach, I'd suggest rounding up something more "your style" to dissect.

But as it is, we have an ordinance in place and I highly recommend you follow it. It means you get to keep your legs.

Yeah, cool. Great. Love my legs, need those things....

Look, uh, care to explain what the hell's got the town phobic about water? You guys have killer sharks or something? (hmm, sharks. might be interesting to study a new species of that. they're no kaiju, buuuut...)

Or maybe toxins in the water, mutating wildlife into beasts? (oh boy, what if? dude, suddenly this whole thing might be awesome.)

Sharks, whales, saltwater crocodiles. Eels, probably. And someone said they saw a leopard seal big as a whale once, but who knows with those waters.

[ She has a feeling this is going to be a very long, long arrivals weekend. ]

Get that look off your face. I catch you down there, I'm throwing you into lockup for your own good.

(throwing up his hands innocently, newt's excitement dies down a bit.)

Whoa-whoa, relax there, sister. I'm a biologist. Well, uh, I have a doctorate in biology, anyway. (okay, you can stop giving him that stern look now.) You guys got problems with nature, well, maybe I can help you look into it. You've found the right man for the job. See, I'm kind of a big deal in the science world...

[ Leah is not impressed, Mr. Rockstar. ]

We have a problem with everything, and I doubt your doctorate will help as much as you think it will. [ Stern look continues, sorry Newt. ] We've had plenty of people from the "science world" come and go. What do you bring to the table that they didn't?

I saved the world. That on any of their resumes? (please, that's got to be impressive right? maybe he should elaborate, but oh man, if he does that, you'll end up like rip van winkle.) I also don't take no as an answer and I refuse to give into failure.

Basically, everything you say's really just going to go in one ear and come out the other. (he spins a finger around one ear.) Giving you a fair warning.

High-tech? That's what you're calling this place? You can barely get a good 3G signal around here, and that's if you're standing on a roof.

You want interesting? Try running into the moose late at night.

Because being skewered by an antlered asshole sounds like the time of my life.

Forget the high-tech thing applying to the actual place itself. This town sounds like the kind of small-time pits I've tried my best to avoid.

Those so-called impregnable barriers though, well, I'd like to see just how well those babies hold up.

He doesn't do much skewering. He's mostly just grumpy. He glares.

Well, you try being stuck in a proverbial box and not catch up with the rest of society. The barrier keeps things out for a reason, and it keeps everything nasty in. You're gonna end up worrying more about keeping yourself from bleeding to death than tryin' to find a way to get them down.

I mean, there're people who've been in this place for a long time. If they haven't figured out a way out, what makes you think you can?

Uh. Six doctorates from MIT and my charming good looks?

[Uh.]

Oh man, why didn't I think of that? I could've used my looks when I first got in here.

Yeah, well, you've got to have brains and looks, kiddo.

[ There are never any words for you, Newton.

...no, that isn't quite right. The number of words for you exceeds the hundreds, and it's difficult to choose. ]

Pssft, like you've got any job security, dude. Don't think they're not about to ship you off too.

I mean, if I go, you're definitely boned. I'd pack your chalk bags if I were you.

First of all, Newton, they are boxes. I have boxes of chalk. Imagine how many more broken pieces I'd have if I dropped them carelessly into bags? Where they'd knock into each other constantly, causing a racket?

[ Be reasonable. ]

Second, please refrain from spreading the troubling falsehood that we are in some way a package deal. I won't be going. You'll have to self-destruct without first ignoring my caution.

Are you really-- (AND tuning out, tuning out, blah blah blah, semantics about chalk, HOLY SHIT ARE YOU DONE YET) --errrrragh. (totally monotone) Oh. The humanity.

Dude, is your ego really so inflated that you think you're above all this house cleaning? So maybe you're not coming with me, oh, and thank god for that; but you're going to end up relocated to some shitty little research lab in the corner of the globe.

Actually, I guess I don't see how that's a bad thing. Better to keep you away from the general public, Igor.

[ Of course he isn't listening, as if it can possibly be a surprise at this point, it isn't even worth being bothered about.

(He is a bit. Ruffled. Only, there's slightly more pertinent topics at hand.)

Such as the fact that, to his extensive chagrin, Newton's right.

...

Stiffly. ]

I never suggested that. No, if you had bothered to actually attend to my words, you might have understood that I only said that I would not be going to that cesspool with you.

I hardly need you to tell me about the inevitability of an unfortunate relocation, as it's already happened.

[ Something of a grumble, under his breath. ] If only it was a dank little research lab.

[ IGOR? Sneering. ]

Please, there will be hymns composed in honor of those removing you from the public sphere before you've the chance to truly embarrass yourself and all the PPDC with your savior of the world preening.

(he rolls his eyes.) God forbid you end up somewhere where the sunlight will touch you. Hey, don't want you to burst into flames or anything.

(there are seriously some days where newt thinks hermann might be a vampire. at least some sort of undead thing. a very uncool one, if so.)

Well, uh, hate to point this out to you, but I did save the world. That's a huge thing. Huge. God, Hermann, I know its hard for you to swallow, the whole "my colleague is a damn hero" thing, but I promise I'll throw in a good word for you, I mean, once people start flocking to me for interviews and stuff.

But seriously, any minute now, I'm a celebrity. Duty calls, gotta milk it for all its worth.

Unfortunately for your doubtless graphic mental image, presently, the sun's refusing to rise.

[ So there. ]

Good God, listen to yourself. As if you have any right to speak of ego! Oh, yes, you saved the world, entirely on your own, did you? It was all Dr. Newton Geiszler, rock star biologist, and not a single other person. Marshall Pentecost and the younger Hansen, God rest their souls, Miss Mori and Mr. Beckect, countless others, they are simply side notes to your victory.

Which you accomplished all by yourself.

[ It isn't as though Hermann wants any acknowledgment.

Really. That would be tantamount to admitting he did it for any other reason than the certain destruction of the world.

(Even if it absolutely would have killed Newton before he could have been of any use.) ]

Any minute, indeed.

[ Guess who is making an exaggerated show of looking at his watch. 60, 59, 58... ]

(Newt simply keeps his hand spinning, beckoning Hermann to continue, keep going, let it all out. Tell him how you really feel--)

Dude, people were slamming kaiju around for years and years. Without me drifting, the Jaegers would have kept dropping like flies, and eventually would have been completely cleaned out. And, uh, if I remember correctly, they would have planted a nuke at the wrong time and blown themselves to tiny smithereens. Yeah. That was also me saving their asses. All of their heroics spawned out of my heroics.

(Stop staring at your wrist, Hermann. Newt's just going to sigh intensely until your eyes focus up at him instead of the second hand ticking away.)

... Obviously the media's got a lot on their plate right now. Uh. End of the apocalypse and everything.

(A cough. Shit. THINK. HERMANN CAN'T WIN THIS ONE. THINK, NEWT. GO.)

I don't see anyone congratulating you on making fancy mathematical wormhole diagrams. "Oh, look, this guy showed people that you can THEORETICALLY put things in a rift. PULL OUT THE MEDALS, STAT, WHAT A HERO."

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[ The urge to slap that hand is almost overpowering.

Happily for Newton, Hermann has incredible reserves of self-restraint. Honed over ten years of perdition. ]

Yes, and -- no, I cannot even begin to touch this self-aggrandizing logic of yours. There won't be getting any through to you, and I can see it already, you're only going to get worse, and it will be both astronomic and exponential. Every second your head will swell bigger and bigger, until you become convinced that you, and you alone, fought the entire war all by yourself.

[ Tick, tock, Newton. At least he's got that.

Not that he bristles, a little (a lot), at Newton's jab. ]

No, and thank goodness for that. I have absolutely no interest in the swarming publicity you are so desperate for, that is all yours, not that you'll have it. Enjoy your back page of the tabloids. Your increasingly desperate roles on reality television.

[ Notice, er, the complete lack of address of desiring congratulations or medals.

Because, really, any claim that he hasn't been working, at least in part, for that recognition, would ring ridiculously false. Ridiculously. He deserves it, and he'd even admit Newton does, too. They're shoo-ins for the Nobel, just to start. ]

Hopefully they will not return. [Hey don't make Jaeger pilot efforts sound in vane, THIS IS SENSITIVE SUBJECT 101, NEWT. God.]

Yeah, that really would be for the best. Especially since I've been wondering if anything I did might have repercussions....

(he trails off because uh, letting people know he's not exactly confident that the solution they came up is permanent is kind of unnerving. hey, instead have some smarmy douche-bag newt to distract you!)

... But uhm. Yep. Crossing my fingers. Riding the wave of fame until then. Good work out there, by the way. You really do that whole beating kaiju to a pulpy mess thing with finesse.

You do the drifting with kaijuu with...enthusiasm?

Enthusiasm. I, uh. I guess. (was that a compliment? he'll take it, even if it was supposed to be sarcastic.) Well, hey, it was drift or get totally annihilated. Didn't have too much time to spare, y'know?

(he rubs his head, feeling a strange tingle, as if thinking about the drift brought back a residual effect.)

Don't think I wanna link up my brain again any time soon though. Two times was plenty, especially with the kaiju swimming around in there sharing head space.

[it was a diplomatic compliment, roll with it.]

It was a brave decision, either way.

Bra-- yes. Yes, it was! (He points at you, Mako, because finally someone sees his daring sacrifice as something besides STUPID and RECKLESS. Brave. He's gonna wear that on his chest like a medal of honor.)

... Yeah. Well. I guess I kind of felt, like, with the world ending, and whatever, a brush with death was worth saving six billion others. (Okay, so maybe that's a little tiny bit of a lie. I mean, saving people = good. GREAT, even. But also, being the first guy to drift with kaiju and actually see into their minds? Fucking awesome. Going down in history, kind of awesome.) Couldn't just idly stand by while you guys were getting crushed out there.

(Shut up, Newt. You big phony.)

Anymore.

...

No.

You couldn't handle idly standing watching Jaegers get crushed out there.

Anymore.

(He's not really sure if she buys any of what he's saying. He just slowly shrugs and keeps going.)

I'm not saying we weren't already trying to figure things out. Just like... implying that you guys would have run out of Jaegers at the rate things were going, what with the kaiju adapting, multiple category 3's and 4's projected to blitz out of the rift-- would have been one hell of a train wreck.

(Another cough. Because honestly, he feels a little backed into a corner by her stare.)

Couldn't bear to see that happen. Totally depressing image right there. Really motivated us all to jump into action and speed up the process. So, uh, you're welcome?

[Good. Because that's the pointy point.]

Thank you.

(Gulping because PHEW, he passed.)

Yeah? Okay. Okay...

So. (Awkward.)

I'm really getting sent away. Maybe for a while. (Now might look like the perfect opportunity to air out laundry and apologize for past blunders, but Newt's just going to handle this the same awkward way he always does.) Guess it was nice knowing you. I mean, working with you. In the same building. Yeah.

You know, plenty of people save the world and get less recognition than a highschool football team, right?

Though I would be less concerned about interesting and more concerned with the ultimate goal of this "prison."

You mean besides the fact that prisons are usually trying to keep people inside? Well, from what I've heard so far, seems like there's an animal problem.

... And really, now I'm starting to get why I'm being sent there. Obviously, the powers that may be want my scientific prowess to study these things, get a handle on what's making 'em tick.

And I accept. I mean. Kaiju being gone and everything. New horizons. All that jazz.

You think you go into the prison to study...?

I think this is going to be less like sending in experts and more like sending in rats, no offense.

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