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[wrenchedup]

CHARACTERS: A Wrench, and YOU.
LOCATION: A room, perhaps yours. Also: Kitchens, Common Room, Labs, Sunlight Room, Random Hallways.
DATE: Throughout April (possibly into May?)
CONTENT: Right now he's just getting used to the station. Flirting with the cleaning bot. Being sad in the kitchen late at night and being nosy about what someone's working on in the labs. Pretty basic stuff. Some serious starters, some more fun, some in-betweeners. They ain't works of art so feel free to interpret how you may.
WARNINGS: Super brief mention of drugs and alcohol. Probably talk about Politics, lbr. Outside of that, notta yet unless you count him and dean being stupid as hell as a warning. I'm not judging.


Arrival - Is he in the right room? Is he your roommate?
Kitchen - burning mac & cheese; later seeking drinks to calm a spinning mind
All Around The Station!

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AWAKENING -- AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES.

[wrenchedup]

[ Some kind of soft whirling sound came from this future punk lookin' guy as those LED eyes activated into their neutral X shape. He groaned, a bit mechanical sounding but human enough. A hand slapped haphazardly at the back of his neck as he ungracefully swung himself up to sitting position. Very ungracefully. Probably almost swung himself out of bed, woops. ]

Weird... dream. [ The earpiece wasn't actually a new thing for Wrench given he'd been in London for awhile where Optiks were common. It felt a bit different but in his not-quite-awake state... ] Bagley? [ He remembered... There's some concern in his tone. Yes, sorry. he's talking to himself at the moment just give him a sec. Does not yet notice he's not alone. ] Yo, Bags. You There?

[ No dice. Silence for a long few moments. That display turned into something a little more saddened looking. Damn, he really did deactivate the guy didn't he? That hit harder than it should. Last few words Bagley said... Okayyyy, not gonna think about it. Welp! Time to slap his knees and get up like the secret grandpa he fucking was and, uh... Figure out what the fuck he's gonna do next— hold on one god damn minute here. ]

What the. [ Blink. Blink. Excuse. Where, precisely, in the fuck was he? ] Is that fucking space? [ His finger pointed toward a window. Holy shit. Wait, was he talking to no one—oh good, someone else WAS here. More on that confusion later. ] Am I in space?

[ WAS HE IN SPACE? *_* Or, like. Was he just fuckin' high right now? Was THIS the dream? ]

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(( ooc: feel free to have him wake up in your room for some reason even if they end up not being roommates lmao, though i am happy to work out a roommate situation! ))

HONGRY / LATE NIGHT... THINGS.

[wrenchedup]

[ Okay, so. Operation hunger has been launched and he has successfully found the Kitchen. Here's the real fun thing about An Wrench: no idea how to cook for fucking shit, bro. And you know what else? Since we're on this topic. For SOME REASON when you start to get older all of a sudden your body hates you for your shit ass diet?? Wild, right? WHO would have thought.

Anyway, so. Here's this leather clad hedgehog looking motherfucker with all the spikes going on in the kitchen doing his absolute best not to burn some mac and cheese or whatever because he is actually that bad at cooking, yes he is. Please for the love of jimmy siska, help him.

he knows how to drink beer. arguably a professional at drinking beer, or whiskey, or like kind of anything. And really, what other life sustaining talent would anyone ever actually need? ] Whyyy am I capable of burning water? Dude seriouslyyy.

(PT. TWO) [ Into the Night, however, Wrench visited the kitchens for a different reason and with an entirely different energy about him. No idea what time it actually was. His sleeping patterns have long since been questionable and being in space probably wasn't going to change that all too much.

Tonight's flavor: the whole Bagley thing, and then the whole Marcus thing which tied into the Zane thing. And its just kind of funny that apparently he was here because he had a regret but he found himself regretting being here because what if. What if he never sees Marcus again? And also: whyyyyyyyyyyy was he like this?

Anyway, point was that if there was An Single Alcohol to be found, Wrench was going to find it. And maybe someone else was in the mood to be Sad About Things but Not Talk About it and also wanted An Alcohol. They were welcomed to join. ]

pt 1 lmao

[ruinously]

[ Dean's basically an insomniac, wandering the halls with a bottle of liquor, finding his way to the sim room or sunlight room or kitchen, whatever. It dangles from his fingers, and this current evening he's got no real destination in mind - at least, until he smells something coming from the kitchen.

Jesus fuck, what the hell is that smell in the kitchen, macaroni burned to the bottom of the pot? ]

Dude, dude. What the hell, how are you burning this? Hand me that spoon-

cries for days

[wrenchedup]

[ AHAHAHAHA. Well hey there, you, the person that is witnessing this travesty. Sure didn't hear you come in. Cue the nervous, embarrassed, and also a little humored at his own lack of adulting skills laughter. Motherfucker can hack circles around the government can't cook fucking mac and cheese. More news at 11. ] Whoa, whoa, hey! Burnt mac and cheese is a delicacy, you know.

[ IT IS NOT. And it is so much not that Wrench wasn't exactly about to stop Dean from moving on in to salvage the mess. In fact, some sort of handwaving gesture might suggest that Dean was welcomed to do so. And in this: couple things to note right off the bat here. 1. Very expressive with body language. 2. Mask display changes, also expressive. ] Listen, man. No one cooks in San Francisco.

[ YEAH. GREAT EXCUSE. Literally all of SF doesn't cook. Sure, bud. Also: that bottle does not go Unnoticed. More on that later. ]

[ruinously]

[ massive dumb bitch energy in this kitchen and lbr it ain't just Sonic the Hedgehog over here. ]

Only if you're baking it and browning the cheese on top.

[ He's going to really...try to save this, scraping up the bits off the bottom and shaking his head as he flicks black specks into the trash. This needs a new pot, which ie reaches for and slaps on the stove. ]

They don't have stoves in California? [ s m i r k ]

[wrenchedup]

[ How in the absolute fuck can two really smart people be so god damn stupid sometimes its actually incredible. And since they're already on the being playfully catty train they might as well continue: ] Always wondered what Martha did with herself after she broke up with Snoop Dogg.

[ Apparently she was in fucking space. He appreciates this though. He's so hungry and so useless. ] Sto— hm, nope. Uh, nope. never heard of a stove. Must be some retro bullshit. [ Wrench, 2029 is NOT that far into the future my friend. ]

[ruinously]

She came to this station in my sexy body to fix the friggin' atrocities committed by other orbers to perfectly innocent food.

[ He gropes for the salt, dumps a small fistful in the water then shoves the pitiful amount of macaroni that's probably sludge into the trash. Gross. ]

Uh huh. Probably as retro as a dishwasher, so scrub that pot you fucked up.

pt II

[winscenario]

[ Late nights are nothing new to Jim. Then again, more often than not he's either working through those, or he has some project or other to focus his energy on. Right now, his only project is trying not to think about all the people here who he's supposedly met before, and rather than focus he's more obsessing instead.

It keeps him up some nights, but instead of sitting in his bed or drinking, he exercises. He doesn't track his time, he just keeps going until he's either tired or hungry, and tonight the latter wins out. He's panting a little as he steps into the kitchen, pausing when he finds someone else already there, apparently desperate to find... something. ]

Looking for anything in particular?

[wrenchedup]

[ How did he get here. Really, how did he get here? When he stopped to think about all the events that lead him to this place right now he had to accept the possibility that he might be a little fucking psychotic. Wasn't that the ultimate reason for Zane leaving him? Probably. Maybe.

Cause he could not for the life of him be normal. Whatever that meant. Damn if he didn't try for a few years. Drop the mask, drop the voice, drop the codename. Get married. Build a company. Ignore the person he was actually in love with cause, you know, the person he married was good enough. Leave it all behind. Became ~ a part of the system ~ howwwwww did he ever let himself go this route? Like as if Rempart betraying him wasn't an obvious thing and he didn't see it? And he was so ready to trust Sabine, too. Was he a fucking idiot or what, man.

Tired. Old. Human. Fuck it, man. ]

Oh—! [ Piped up the mechanical voice with a sharp swing of his body upright to face Kirk. Ayy, thank whoeverthefuck that he was Wrench right now. Masks were so useful, and though the voice was modulated it sounded nothing if not friendly. ] Hey man, you— [ Also: Hello sweaty and handsome. ] having a panic attack, just finished going for a run, or a bit of both?

[ Casual handwave at the whole... Kirk situation. ] Oh, right. Yeah. You know, just looking for something to lubricate the ol' vocoder as it were.

[winscenario]

[ One thing Jim has learned while living on a starship is to never expect any common area to be completely private in a place like this, no matter what time of day. Everyone has their own schedules, their own habits, and even shifts make it so that people are often awake at odd hours. It's technically 'night' now, but not everyone is in bed and asleep, as is the case here.

Then again, a guy can't just decide when he's having a panic attack (or whatever it is this guy's dealing with). Jim gets it. Even being used to deep space, this is all a bit overwhelming. ]

Run, [ he answers, looking down at himself, then watching the stranger again. The mask is a weird choice, but sure. Whatever works for him. ] Alcoholic, I take it?

[ He gestures to a cupboard a little more to the side, then heads there to dig out a bottle that was sort of hidden behind other things. ]

Do me a favor and don't drink it all. Precious commodity, around here.

[wrenchedup]

[ It did the job, his mask. What job that was could be a little undetermined at first but one might pick up fairly quickly that it's display changed expressions frequently to further share the emotions it's wearer was experiencing and wished to convey to others. Speaking of, he himself seemed to be fairly expressive in body language. Though a bit subdued right now.

He nodded and stepped back to allow Jim some room. Ooh, nice. ] Nice. That's some good stuff, man. [ Wrench searched a little bit for some glasses and pulled out two. Turned back to the other guy. ] Shouldn't waste it all on my own then, huh? You wanna join me?

[winscenario]

Got it from a friend. But shh. [ He holds a finger over his lips, smiling. It's fine, Bones doesn't need all his nice bottles of whiskey. ]

Uh... [ He looks down at himself at the question. ] Should probably shower and change first, but— sure, why not.

[ And alcohol right after a run probably isn't the smartest choice, but whatever. ]

HANGING AROUND PLACES (Common Room, Labs, Sunlight Room, Random Hallways)

[wrenchedup]

[ So now that he was IN SPACE (awesome, weird, questionable???), Wrench made something of an effort to be nosy about Things. Which really just meant that he was catching up on the latest Network news while hanging out in the Common Room.

A person may also be able to catch this odd lookin' fella just laid out on the grass all starfish like in the Sunlight room. He came from a concrete jungle, okay. As much as he loved tech and all things modern sometimes you just want to touch some grass and he's not talking about the smokable kind although sometimes you wanna touch that, too. More on that later.

If the Sunlight room wasn't a good meeting place, someone was welcomed to come across him in some random hall where he has a little meet cute with The Cleaning Bot. Which was a very exciting moment for him. A loud mechanical sounding gasp ripped right out of him. <3_<3 Filled the LED screen over his eyes for a moment. Very much dead ass just does this. ]

Well hey there handsome~ [ No, not you. The robot. Unless you are also a robot, then also you. Well, unless you are also handsome he might also hit on you but he's hitting on the robot first. Priorities, people. ] What's your name? [~_^ He's gonna be so sad but also unsurprised when said bot doesn't give a heckin DAMN son. ]

[ You may also be able to come across one such Wrench when he slipped into the labs (not literally slipped, this time) for a little peaky-poo and with the same inevitable excitement that he had over the robot who, sadly, gave him the cold shoulder. Such was his lot in life. Nevertheless, he perseveres. ]

Hello~ [ It's playful, but he manages to serious up a little bit when he saw someone actually working on something. ] Whatcha workin' on?

sunlight room

[rootlessly]

[The sunlight room is definitely one of Vash's favorite places. Even knowing it isn't real doesn't detract from how nice it feels to sit under a tree and feel the grass beneath his fingers. Luida wanted to make the planet green like this, someday, to make it easier on the Plants sustaining human survival. It's not lost on him that it's likely in no small part a goal influenced by knowing him -- even though the state of affairs on No Man's Land is largely his and Nai's fault.

The guilt is far too easy to get wrapped up in, too easy to let it slither into the empty spaces in his heart and fill them up with doubt, but even so -- it's the only place on the ship he can feel a breeze in his hair and sunlight on his cheeks, and the peaceful calm of it all draws him in again and again.

Today, it seems, he will not be alone in that. He might otherwise turn back and leave, not wanting to disrupt somebody else, but the starfished posture is so thoroughly endearing he draws closer instead, sitting down on the grass beside him.]

It's beautiful, isn't it?

[The mask gives him a pang of uneasiness, a little too reminiscent of Rolo's, all too recently. He wonders what horrors this person has suffered to hide their face so completely like this, but he makes no comment. He just smiles, like it's unremarkable.]

If I didn't have to eat, I don't think I'd ever leave!

[wrenchedup]

[ What was real, anyway? They were in space. How fuckin' wild was that?

He had a lot to think about if any of this was true, too. And just a lot going on in his mind in general. Laying on the grass to just exist for a moment? A nice reprieve. Like, in general. So there he was right in the middle of fucking whatever. He didn't exactly make his arrival or starfishing all too subtle either. A skinny but thoroughly average height of a leather clad spiky man(?) with seemingly collapsible bones crumbled dramatically into a real big plop.

And there he was. Ripe for the talking to. ] Aaaaah. [ So nice. ]

[ The silence was peaceful. Sounds of water somewhere nearby. Could swear he heard some birds chirping or whatever. Wrench certainly didn't mind the company though and when the other man made his presence known the blank screen over his eyes spurred awake with a few blinks before settling into what would slowly become known as neutral X's. ]

Oh, hey dude! [ Slightly mechanical sounding voice. For the eagle eyed, there was a band around his neck with a small circular peace that stopped near the esophagus. Enough to suggest it was that which altered his voice. Nevertheless, it was quite friendly. Turns out leather daddy over here is quite friendly. ] Same, man, Same. You know, always wondered how astronauts didn't end up going fucking crazy without any nature or sunlight. This shit's genius.

Hallways

[legalcy]

[Minimus's good friend Cleaning Bot is occupied, apparently having run into another obstacle that demands its attention. The handsome, mustachioed, 9-foot-tall robot standing before Wrench will eventually grab his attention and affection, and Minimus leans away from this stranger seeing the first flirtation happen.

Is Wrench a mechanical being? Is this what's going on?]

...I doubt the bot has enough sentience to reciprocate. [He has to stand up for his fellow robot.]

im so sorry................

[wrenchedup]

[ The whole flirting was mostly for funsies, but listen. He's flirted with drones before and those suckers don't have a single lick of intelligence. It's just one of those Wrenchisms that people get used to... or not. He's probably build something that looked like this before, too. Which made him remember, and subsequently made his eye display screen express sadness for a small amount of time. v__v. Aw— aw... Junior and Little Jordi were all alone now. ]

[ So he was occupied for a little bit, but. The time would come. ] Yeah, but look at how cu—oh, holy shit. [ And the time was now. Oh, okay. Wrench had just noticed who was talking and he just did not know howwwwww to react. There were about five billion thoughts and emotions occurring all at once. Oh, boy. What was even happening in his body right now. This was like donut shop girl all over again but significantly worse. Did Wrench just lose all sense of how to function? Yes. Yes he did.

To be fair, this was probably the same way he was going to react when he actually met A2 until shit went down and those survival skills kicked in. Though there was something about the real classic robot looking design that just really did it for him. Just hit that sweet spot in all kindsa ways. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck was he looking at. What is this that he's looking at right now. And he has a mustache. He can't, he cannot. Minimus please, your entire existence was killing him. Hand firmly placed on wall. Other hand on heart. He just needs A MOMENT, thank you.]

never be sorry

[legalcy]

[The facial display makes Wrench's appearance more convincing as a mechanical being - sure, the rest of his body is covered, but there could be metal underneath. Who else would flirt with another bot? And now that his attention is directed at Minimus, the awkwardness that comes with being stared at awakens. Oh, that face might not be detailed, but Minimus knows what that look means. And he doesn't know what to do about it yet again.]

...May I help you? [He's tall, his face is angular and chiseled to the point that he looks like a middle-aged well-groomed gentleman. The aura that exudes maturity and authority! That thick and flattering mustache! Those broad shoulders and stiff chest! It was inevitable that this would happen.

He hopes Wrench can get over a rejection quickly, although the hand on his heart does not point towards that.]

[wrenchedup]

[ The authority thing? Not usually his bag. Well, okay so that time he kinda slept with an official to get some "biometric data" if you will... Slightly into that. Let's reframe. Not into the things authorities generally did with their status of authority and what they stood for. Kinda into the whole power exchange— he really needed to stop thinking about this. They literally just met. They've hardly met, actually. Calm the fuck down Wrench. God damn.

So in other news, man have you seen these floors? Are they fucking awesome or what. He's just going to look at them really intensely. Actually, he'll get a closer look by crouching down to stare at them. Whoa, incredible. Really great floors this place has. The crouching down though finally let the Cleaning Bot pass them. Noooo, please don't leave him alone in this situation— V__V hoo, boy. So. Here they were. ]

Who, me? Oh. Yeah! N-no, I'm good? Haha— Yeah. I'm great, I'm fiiiine. Uh, yup. Amazing, really. How are you? Do you need help? [ What the fuck was he even saying. Just kill him please. ]

[ So, the good thing about all this was that he was very good at handling rejection, actually. Dealt with it literally all the time. Took a lot to really break his heart and besides, his heart belonged to someone who wasn't here (and someone he'd probably never tell, cause he was just like that). For as sometimes awkward and sometimes inappropriate as Wrench was, he cared a great deal about boundaries, and consent, and just all those things that a decent person should give a shit about. Cause it was kinda wild to him that so few people did care about those things but that was a whole different conversation for a time when he wasn't dying from a brain explosion and whatever the hell else was going on, he could barely keep up. ]

[legalcy]

[They are very clean floors, at least. Minimus would understand admiring them in any other context. The shiny and smooth surfaces are a reflection of the order that he wishes was more present in their missions.]

No. [To the point.] I would caution acting against getting too familiar with the leaders and staff of the ship. We're here to conduct missions, and unprofessional interactions between us the and the main crew will be to our detriment.

[No, Minimus isn't second-in-command of the Ximilia and is certainly not the rules keeper. And no, there are no explicit anti-fraternization ordinances here, either, but Wrench seems the type that needs reminding.]

There have been other mechanical beings on board, so don't feel upset if the cleaning drone doesn't respond. [And Wrench deserves someone who can love him back. Who is not Minimus.]

common room;

[deferences]

[coming upon someone else in the common room isn't unexpected, but stumbling across someone who looks like wrench? well, now that's a bit different, given his appearance. sizhui hasn't done much with the network himself, yet this seems a perfect moment to seize and ask,] Have you found anything interesting?

[he shuffles up beside the chair wrench has sprawled out on, all flowing sleeves and graceful layers of robes, head tilted sideways, an eyebrow lifted in contemplation toward what he's scrolling through and how he's positioned in his seat. here he thought lan jingyi would sit improperly at times? hah, this is nothing compared to that, though it makes him smile regardless.] Also, I must ask, are you comfortable that way? [because he can't imagine it's good on... any part of him, even if it may be different for someone else.]

[wrenchedup]

[ Scrolling, snooping. Typing angrily about politics. All in all? Nothing new, really. Wrench was aware of other people hanging around but stayed in his lane for now and simply chilled on the armchair as if it was a bed that he could lay on which he absolutely could not. He was on the shorter end, sure, but not that short. ]

Oh, hey man. [ It came out before his head could tilt to see who was talking and when it did... wow, dude if there could be an anti-wrench, a person who looked so completely the opposite of him, it was this guy. ] Eh, not really. There's a bunch of science types who arrived with us, looks like. And some dude who's crabby as fuck being annoyed and replying to all of them.

[ Which made him chuckle a little. Anyway, yeah no this position was not good on any part of him that was true. He fancied himself a bit like a cat though in that sometimes it was like his bones were made of liquid. ] Comfortable enough, though. Pull up a chair if you want, dude. [ An inked hand waved toward one of the many around. ] This guy is so irritated about everything. It's funny as hell.

[deferences]

[while it's quite hilarious, the way wrench is just all limbs on this chair, sizhui's not judging him in the slightest. he's smiling, having straightened back up and tucked both hands neatly into his huge robe sleeves, doing his absolute best to seem totally conspicuous. being on the space station and out of his element, he wants to make sure people won't view him as a threat, although wrench looks like someone who can defend himself.]

Hi there, [he returns, voice lilting slightly upwards into something more relaxed despite the faint surprise filling his expression when wrench's attention is on him. strange, he seems to be wearing a mask, but it's not like anything sizhui's ever seen before; the emoting screen eyes, his spike-covered gas mask— okay, well, there are spikes elsewhere too? what an odd get-up . . .

—oh, right, they were talking about that network stuff! firstly, he collects a chair from nearby, setting it beside wrench's with a respectable distance between them, his feet just. shuffling softly over the floor while he tries to decide what to do with his legs. it doesn't help that he's distracted by wrench's hand, the tattoos decorating his skin what he's mainly focused his gaze on, even if he doesn't forget to finally answer,] Thank you, [comes foremost, then he has to ask:] Perhaps he has reason to be upset?

[wrenchedup]

[ The truth was, Wrench was both aware and unaware that literally anyone and everyone could be a threat. It was like that at home, too. He was constantly on both polar ends of the spectrum of things. Horatio had described him as someone who didn't care whether he died. That seemed true given how sloppy he could be and how willing he was to take action in ways no one else was, but on the other hand he cared a great deal about both death and losing his freedom. Yet he still acted contrary to that regardless. He was paranoid and secretive but sometimes talked all too much. The list went on.

So could he defend himself? Meh. Average. Did he think Sizhui could be a threat? Who knew. Maybe he didn't care yet whether the other man was or wasn't. Did recognize the formal politeness. After Sizhui had settled, his head tipped to the side to give the guy a good lookover. Could be cultural, probably? Didn't want to stereotype or assume though. ]

Hey, no problem man. Shared space and all. [ The tattoos were weird. Patched together with no real coherency. ] As for this guy? Maybe, but he seems more like an angry prick. I mean, see for yourself. This "Felix" dude. [ He shrugged. ] Anyway, you new here too huh?

[deferences]

[better safe than sorry, after all, right? people have learned to defend themselves in multiple ways, especially those who may seem more vulnerable than others; the joke here is that sizhui looks like one of them but, if anyone were to test their mettle against him, they'd be shocked to learn he's rather proficient in swordplay and musical battle magic. what's fortunate for them both, however, is that sizhui's not looking to fight anyone unless it's absolutely necessary to their mission of orb retrieval, and engaging wrench in a battle doesn't seem mandatory. (actually, he imagines the man is one of his ‘teammates’ aboard this space station, so it'd be best if he didn't make enemies with his allies!) regardless, it won't hurt being prepared for anything that might come his way.

to be fair, they shouldn't worry so much about who's a threat and who isn't: they ought to focus more on settling in and gaining their bearings within a new setting instead. at least he finally decides how to sit, both legs lifting, crisscrossing one over the other and his hands resting on his knees while he observes this ‘felix’ person. he does seem rather vexed for one reason or another, which is questionable in and of itself, but even more-so when it seems like the individual he's talking to has done nothing wrong except... explain who she is, what she's doing then asking a simple question afterward.]

Ah, I do see what you mean... [does he fully understand? no, not really, yet it won't keep him from trying to do so anyhow. a faint smile quirks his lips, he nods in agreement and,] I am. I've never experienced anything like this before, so please forgive me if I misstep.