Dr. Newton Geiszler (
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Even though that whole getting arrested in Other Darrow thing had happened like eighty-four years ago, Newt is still totally cashing in on it. Coop had mentioned in passing that he still owed him a drink to make up for it, probably more as a semi-joke than anything else, but Newt had decided against the kinder side of his judgment and kept his friend on the hook.
It's the perfect evening for it. Kate's got stuff to do for the store so Newt's working a little overtime at the lab, where Coop's going to meet him. Hardly anyone else is here this late, except for the ones who are crazier than him--but definitely not as smart--and there's nobody to tell him not to blast AC/DC or Metallica or jam out while using various expensive lab tech as microphones.
It's only when he gets the text saying Coop's waiting to be let into the lab that Newt hops down from one of the tables to get the door open, but the music stays on. If he had his way, it would always be on.
"What's up, dude," Newt says with a grin, stepping aside to let Coop in. "I'm almost done here, I swear."
It's the perfect evening for it. Kate's got stuff to do for the store so Newt's working a little overtime at the lab, where Coop's going to meet him. Hardly anyone else is here this late, except for the ones who are crazier than him--but definitely not as smart--and there's nobody to tell him not to blast AC/DC or Metallica or jam out while using various expensive lab tech as microphones.
It's only when he gets the text saying Coop's waiting to be let into the lab that Newt hops down from one of the tables to get the door open, but the music stays on. If he had his way, it would always be on.
"What's up, dude," Newt says with a grin, stepping aside to let Coop in. "I'm almost done here, I swear."
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He didn't make any attempt to go looking for anything though the urge was there. He was a thief through and through and while nothing in here was pinging him as magical, that didn't mean there wasn't something valuable around here.
"Whatcha working on?" Coop asked, walking over and peering at some of Newt's work.
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He says it like it's no big deal, which he supposes it comparatively isn't, considering he'd once saved the world from kaijus; but it's still super cool, even if most of his friends might not actively realize it quite yet.
"Not really top secret, though, sorry to say. I'm just wrapping up, though, so you won't have to wait on me for very long."
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He peered at some of the work around the lab idly, not really understanding what he was seeing and but interested nonetheless even if it wasn't something he'd ever think about stealing.
"But good to know you're around if I ever do need some...engineered tissue put in my body," Coop joked. "At least I'll trust the person behind the work."
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"Hey, you never know," he answers, locking away some samples that he'd been making notes on earlier. "I mean, let's hope it never comes to that, but you'd be in pretty good hands."
It doesn't take much longer to put away everything that absolutely needs to be put away. The lab is still a little bit of a mess but it's fine, nothing that won't be taken care of tomorrow. Not by him, probably, but that's neither here nor there.
"Okay, you ready to do this? Because I'm thirsty as hell, plus I starved myself a little because I want to eat about five trillion wings at the bar."
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When said out loud, it didn't sound particularly enticing but Coop could ignore that for the moment. He knew the journey to feeling like shit would be the fun part. Tomorrow morning he'd worry about the hangover and any potential wing induced nausea. When that happened, he'd bury himself underneath his blankets and live like a mole for a few hours until he felt better.
"You buy the first round," Coop told him, already heading for the door. "It's only right for making me wait such a long time for you to be finished with your smart people work."
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Frankly, he has no problem whatsoever buying the first round or any round after that. Newt's not exactly nickel and diming it, he hasn't been for the majority of his time in Darrow, but that's hardly the point. Besides, it would make all this a hell of a lot less entertaining if he resisted the urge to give Coop a hard time.
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Newt was not a stone cold killer of anything but bugs, maybe, but it was as good an argument as any.
"I don't think you can keep using that whole thing against me," Coop told him, wagging a finger at him. "That wasn't even me, remember!"
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That's how he chooses to remember it, anyway. Maybe Newt still bitches about it every now and again, but it's just for shits and giggles. Plus, it's kind of funny to listen to Coop defend himself over something that obviously wasn't his fault. Not that Newt won't take advantage of this situation in general, free drinks are always desirable.
"And I'll stop using it against you once I get my drink on," he adds as they reach the end of the hall. He glances over at Coop with a shit-eating grin then taps the elevator button. "Cross my heart."
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Hopefully the other him didn't show up again and try to arrest more people. Coop's budget wasn't terribly small but he knew he'd end up broke if he had to keep making up his doppelganger's actions to other people.
"What're the jails like here anyway?" Coop asked him. "Did you have a smelly cellmate?"
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The elevator doors close, and Newt leans back against the wall as they start to descend. He wrinkles his nose at the question about jail and shrugs his shoulder.
"I mean, it technically wasn't here here but I've also been in jail here here and it was pretty much the same. Boring, kinda quiet, nobody as awesome as me there to keep me entertained. No smelly cellmates, though, which I guess was nice. Actually, dude was pretty goddamn hot, and he knew you. This you, I mean. Phil? Philip? One of those. He looks like my friend's kind of ex, actually, except without a lumberjack beard."
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After the fact, that had been Coop's biggest mystery. Why had the other version of him gotten away with dumb arrests so easily? Wasn't there anyone to stop him from abusing his power?
"Guy I was in prison with was a literal swamp monster," Coop told him, making a face. "Not lying."
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A swamp monster over the Irish guy who looks like Mindy's kind-of-ex? No contest.
He's ready to go on a verbal rampage over the whole jail situation because as Kate well knows by now, too, he's got a lot left to say on the matter but then the elevator jolts to a stop. Newt nearly stumbles right into Coop, his hands flying to rail behind him to steady himself, and he lets out an irritated groan as the lights flicker a couple times then... nothing.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" he shouts, throwing his hands up in the air. It seems pointless to hang on if they're not going anywhere anymore. "One drink. Okay, several drinks, that's all I ask. What did we even do to deserve this?"
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"Is it an earthquake?" he asked, far too familiar with those from having lived in Los Angeles for so long. But, that question is answered quickly when Coop realized there was no more shaking.
In fact, there was no movement at all which meant...
"Oh, fuck no," Coop said, pounding on the wall and cursing. "Is this elevator really stuck? That happens? That happens in this weird ass magical city?"
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Which is not a helpful thing to say at all, Newt realizes, but he's starting to freak out a little. A few jabs to the emergency call button gets him absolutely nothing but a static buzzing in return. It's not like he's claustrophobic or anything but goddamn it, he's thirsty. And ridiculously hungry.
"Dude, this frickin' sucks! Like, seriously? Why us?" He pauses, pacing a couple steps front and back then spins on his heels, holding a finger out at Coop. "First thing's first. You got anything to eat on you? Granola bar or something?"
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He tried the back pockets of his jeans and came out with a mint. He wasn't sure how long it'd been there but he offered it to Newt anyway.
"That's all I got, man. I wasn't exactly planning to be camping out in a fucking elevator," he admitted, jumping up and down to try and coax the elevator to get its ass moving. "Aren't there like...security guards that can come get us?"
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He snatches the mint anyway, scowling at Coop before tearing open the candy and popping it into his mouth. Taking a breath, Newt squeezes his eyes shut, just to look for a moment of zen so he doesn't end up doing anything he might regret. Like resorting to cannibalism or some shit. He and Kate had come across a close call at that timeshare presentation but now that they're in this position, Newt thinks he has some serious things that might need consideration if they can't get out of this quick. Because he's starving and a mint isn't going to last him very long.
"Can you get reception?" he asks, pulling his own phone out and tapping at it. "No service on mine. Fucking awesome, dude."
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Coop watched Newt bang around the elevator before he ripped his phone out of his pocket and woke it up. There was one tiny sliver of bar so he tried to dial out and got nothing. He tried to text and it failed. He tried to open up an app to order pizza and it didn't work.
"Goddammit, fuck," Coop snapped, sighing. "Should we try screaming?"
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He bites down hard on the inside of his cheek to keep himself from saying anything he can't take back while stuck on an elevator with someone, closing his eyes as he takes in a deep, zen breath that doesn't help even at all.
"Screaming won't do us any good," he says, "everyone on the floors above and below me are always gone by like, five, so there won't be anyone there to hear us. At some point, the security guards are going to have to notice that one of the elevators aren't working, though, right?" Not necessarily, but he chooses not to go down that road. "Or... I don't know, maybe we can jump until we freefall. What's the worst that could happen?"
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He reached for the seam in the doors, trying to yank it open though he didn't know what good it would do. If they were between floors, all they'd see is wall. It was just as well that his puny arms didn't even budge the thing.
"The worst that could happen is that we both end up pancakes on the floor of this place," Coop pointed out. " I don't know about you but I'd like to keep my organs inside my body today."
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They're actually not that far up, but Coop's right. It still wouldn't be fun, going for the kind of ride down the elevator shouldn't be giving them.
"Let's just, y'know..." He trails off, dropping his hands back down to his sides and slumping with a petulant huff against the wall of the elevator. "I don't know, just fucking wait for someone to notice, I guess."
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"That sounds like the safest plan but I have a question," Coop said, peering up at the top of the elevator. "Are your security guards observant? They're not the type to be sitting at their stations, eating donuts and drinking coffee while we slowly rot away in this tiny room of horrors, are they?"
Coop really didn't want to be in this elevator long enough that they started discussing who was going to eat who first.
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Eventually, there might be others who've stuck around to work late who might point out one of the elevators is broken but who the hell knows when that'll happen? It might not even work out like that until tomorrow, and Newt is hungry now.
"You're not claustrophobic, are you?" he asks, wrinkling his nose. "Because I'm really not good at like, comforting people, y'know?"
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He didn't want that! Maybe while he'd been stuck in Surf City, he'd considered that as a way out but now, he didn't want it to happen. He had plans in this city and people he liked and dying in an elevator just seemed lame and dumb and sad.
"I expect at least a hug if I start crying," Coop told him, sliding down to sit on his ass on the floor of the elevator. "Fake it if you have to but I expect a hug."
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They might die. They might kill each other. They're both a little high strung right now, is all, and Newt's trying to keep his chill but it's really hard when Coop says shit like they're going to die. If either of them is going to die, it should be Coop. Newt's the one with a wife and like, several pets.
"And you're not getting a hug. Maybe a pat on the back, that's my best offer, take it or leave it."
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"But your wife would notice you gone, right? If you didn't come home for dinner, she'd realize something was wrong and come find you? Or is she the type to just let things flow and you'll be back when you're back so might as well drink some wine and go to bed?"
Coop really hoped she was the former. He knew he was going to die one day but he didn't want to die in an elevator with Newt.
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Yeah, Kate would notice eventually, like if he didn't come back home tonight; but who the hell knows how far into the night it would be before she started to think something might be wrong and already, Newt feels guilty about worrying her.
"Christ. Okay. Let's try the emergency thing again, maybe they were doing rounds or some shit, I don't know."
Do the security guards here even do rounds? Newt vows to pay more attention in case this every happens again. For now, he jabs at the call button. Once, twice, three times, and it seems pretty hopeless until an irritated voice finally answers, "Hello?"
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He paced as much as he could in the small space, head jerking around when he heard a voice that wasn't Coop or Newt's. "Did someone answer? Hey! Hey you! Get off your ass and come save us! For Christ's sake, do your job!"
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It doesn't matter anymore, though, because they're saved. They're totally saved.
"Dude!" Newt kneels down on the floor of the elevator, his mouth way too close to the speaker. "We're in the elevator, it's stuck! I know the other guy's being kind of a dick about it--" He pauses to scowl at Coop. "--But I swear, we will be the actual most grateful guys in the world if you get us out of here like, yesterday!"
There's a way too long sigh from the other end of the speaker but Newt can hear shuffling, and it's the most satisfying thing he's heard since the voice had spoken in the first place. "Okay, fine. Which elevator are you on?"
"I don't know, the stuck one."
Another sigh. "Give us like, ten minutes. We're on our way."
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"Someone's coming, right?" he asked, running his hands through his hair and looking up hopefully at the ceiling. "Are they certified elevator technicians? Please tell me they're gonna know what they're doing and aren't going to stand outside the elevator and stare at it like I do when one of my appliances break. I know that's not helpful but no one's ever trapped inside my damn toaster!"
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It's a pointless argument, but Newt's had plenty of those and he excels at keeping them going so really, if anyone's going to lose here, it's totally going to be Coop. The nice thing to come out of all this is to know that they're pretty much on each other's level when it comes to how hard they freak out getting stuck in elevators.
"I'm pretty sure the security dudes aren't really certified anything," Newt admits. "Like mall cops, y'know? They'll probably just pry the doors open and get us out that way." He hopes, anyway. "I'm going first, for the record."
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"What if we're stuck between floors, smart guy?" Coop asked him, crossing his arms and fixing Newt with a look. "They can pry the doors open and what if there's only like half a space to crawl through? Are you going to go first and wiggle yourself out and then help me out, which would be the gentlemanly thing to do?"
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They're going to throttle each other if they don't get out of here soon, Newt's pretty goddamn sure of that. He does wonder, though, if they'll be able to get over it quickly enough to still go out to the bar because ultimately, his biggest problem is still that he's hungry as all hell.
"And who ever said I was a gentlemen? I mean, I know I fixed your phone for you that one time, I guess that was pretty gentlemanly... but sorry, dude, if I get a chance to shimmy out of here, it'll be the one time being a little on the shorter side will give me an advantage. Like, okay, I'll stick around if they tell me it'll only take another ten minutes to get you out or something but I have to say, if it's more than an hour? I'm going to bail. Not even in a rude way, I'm just starving, y'know? If it makes you feel better, I'd bring you back a burger or something."
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Coop had gotten a little lost in that explanation so he just hoped it made some sort of sense. Whatever, Newt was still a dick.
"You fixed my phone and I gave you the mint in my pocket that you took without even asking," he pointed out. "We're even. I'm not going to fight you to get out first but if you call to your bloody death down the elevator shaft, I will tell your corpse 'I told you so.'"
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Once they get out of this, they'll be able to laugh about it. Maybe. Probably. Could take a few months. But still, as bitchy as they're being with each other right now--all of which can be chalked up to pure, uninhibited hunger so Newt isn't even mad--there aren't very many other people he thinks he could stand being stuck in an elevator with without straight up murdering their asses.
"Y'know, you're lucky it was me," Newt says. "There's a guy a few floors up who like, always smells like formaldehyde and B.O. so I think as far as elevator co-inmates go, you hit the jackpot."
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"Oh please, smells don't bother me. I spent nearly two years sharing a prison cell with a guy who was a literal swamp thing," Coop said, thinking of Rodney. "I can handle a little stink. Everyone stinks when you're in prison so your sense of smell dulls just so you can survive your sentence. Guys who are in their for life can't tell the difference between smelling great food or some guy's dirty socks."
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"Salvation!" He claps a hand down on Coop's shoulder then takes the couple steps forward to pound on the door. "Hey, get us out of here, man!"
"Can you wait one damn minute?" comes the response. The guy sounds grumpier than the one on the speaker, and Newt's pretty sure is Frank. Goddamn Frank. "We're workin' on it, we got a crowbar and everything."
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Somewhat patiently.
"I'm so relieved," he continued, shaking his head and tapping one hand against the elevator wall. "Glad we got the experts here after like an hour or calling! My heroes!"
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"It is Frank, and I still heard that."
With a heavy sigh, Newt closes his eyes and drops his head, fist clenched as he pounds it against the elevator door. "I rue the day you were hired, Frank!"
"I've been working here for twenty years, Geiszler, keep your mouth shut!"
"That's literally impossible because Darrow isn't twenty years old but keep lying to yourself, buddy!" He looks back at Coop, exasperated. "He hates me because he doesn't like it when I point out all the discrepancies about the city. I mean, most of the 'natives' here don't like that, but Frank's an old geezer and gets especially pissy."
"Swear to god, Geiszler, I'll leave you and your little friend in there to rot!"
The words don't have the same bite to it that they could have, if only because the doors creak open then, the first bit of new, glorious hallway light starting to shine through.
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"You leave me in here to rot, you'll have to explain that to my wife and one year old kid!" Coop lied because it wasn't like Frank knew he had nothing but a plant and a few stolen items at home. If he wanted to be a jerk, Coop was going to make him feel like a jerk.
"He loves his daddy and you taking that away would scar him for life," Coop added, muttering several thankful curses when he saw light and the decor of Newt's building beyond that. "Hurry up so I can go home to my kid, man!"
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Freedom and Frank, whose ugly mug is staring at them both expectantly, like he wants to be paid extra for doing his job or something.
"He doesn't have a kid," Newt says quickly, stepping out of the elevator, which had totally and conveniently landed right at the level of what he recognizes to be the third floor. "Thanks, bud, we'll just get right out of your hair. Maybe take the steps this time, am I right?"
He grasps for Coop's sleeve then, tugging hard and giving his friend a little shove toward the staircase with Frank's raspy voice calling after them, "You're a real prick, Geiszler."
Not untrue, but that doesn't mean he has to stick around to be verbally abused. Even real pricks have feelings.