Open Catch All!

[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!

Comments

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.]

sorry for the wait!

[wrenchedup]

[ Very clean floors, wow. Look at that shine! Okay, but he's now had an appropriate (hopefully) amount of time to breathe and accept the whole there's a giant living sentient robot thing. Give him a second, one more second, and up he gets. @@;; oof, hold on. Stretching his back. ]

Uhuh. [ He's gonna crack his neck while he's at it. Fuckin' old ass bones. ] Are you talkin' about the Cleaning Bot or yourself, here?

[ Wow excuse you for making such a wild accusation and assumption! Let us ease your mind on one thing: he's almost 99% talk in any romantic or ~ sexyfuntimes ~ kindsa ways, he'll have you know. Probably not actually a brag but hey, when life makes you a fucking weirdo loser you might as well be proud of it right? hahaha. ] Anyways, that's. [ Absolutely bonkers. there have been other mechanical life. holy shit. ] Good to know.

I'm Wrench, by the way.

this is great!

[legalcy]

[The crack startles Minimus. That's not the pop of metal pistons or plating. It sounds - for the lack of a better term - wet. It brings to mind flesh and soft muscle, which is not part of mechanical beings.

So now Wrench is an organic that's into mechanicals. That's even stranger.]

Minimus Ambus. [He hopes that in keeping the conversation plain, he can backpedal out of here.] I speak of my friends and of those from other universes. We are varied.