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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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[wrenchedup]

[ He's always acting, dude. Not in the lying and deceiving sort of way, though he could do that too a lot easier these days than he ever wanted to admit. Morals been getting a bit greyer than usual, you see. That aside. It was more in the putting on a show, wearing a flashy and loud personality to hide a lot of the things he didn't want people to see. And sure, some part of it was just who he was. Any good "actor" put a bit of themselves into their personas.

Wrench let out a short laugh as Jim made his own choice. Well wasn't that good to note. Bit of a rebel are you, Kirk? He could relate to that. Potentially obviously. (Also, you're fine Jim. Smell wise.) ]

Wrench. [ It's calmer after the first sip. ] Pretty new, yeah. Honestly? Thought it was a dream at first. [ Mm. Damn, Jim. This whiskey was really something. ] Space travel isn't this advanced where I come from. We're too focused on controlling the world we live in now and it's people. [ NOT like he's bitter or anything. ]

But hey, [ genuine. ] thanks for this, man. Not too often I get to drink something this nice.

[winscenario]

[ He's getting that kind of feeling from him, yeah. Nothing that bothers Jim particularly, if anything he's curious about what it is he has to hide that he sports that mask and all. Unless he's not Human and the mask is some sort of means to survive, but he doubts it. ]

Think that's probably true for most of us, [ He agrees. He definitely wondered if it wasn't a dream at first, especially when he woke up in a room not too different from the one where he was before. ]

Not sure I can get more anytime soon, so you better enjoy it while you can. [ No doubt they'll find other types of alcohol during their missions, though. Jim's got a feeling they'll need it. ] Space travel is pretty normal where I'm from. Earth is one of the about hundred and fifty planets that are part of the United Federation of Planets.

[wrenchedup]

[ Everyone had their masks, Jim. His was just literal. Served a few purposes. Stick around and maybe some of them would come to light some day.

For now, though? Wrench stared down at the amber liquid partially mesmerized by the gentle swirl of it. He was so in his head and likely not the best company even if the company was appreciated. The talk about dreams. Mm, made him wonder if the nonsense he said was really his biggest regret.

Oh, that pulled him out of his head. The words United Federation of Planets. Felt like bait but his head lifted to pay attention to Jim anyway. ] An intergalactic government, huh? Sounds dangerous.

[winscenario]

[ It wasn't bait, honestly. Jim was just trying to offer some notion of what kind of world he came from, as it didn't take him long to realize that most people weren't familiar with a world like his. But the last word actually surprised him a little, eyebrows raising with a small smile. ]

It does? Why?

[ Genuinely, to him it puzzled him why anyone would immediately leap into 'dangerous' when hearing something like that. ]

[wrenchedup]

[ He's. Cautious. No, he's going to take another drink for a moment and think about how to approach this. Okay, so. Alright so he's smart, right? But like. Not exactly wise... let's say. Very good at trusting wrong people.

It's quieter, and much more serious: ] I've never met a Government that actually held the people's welfare as priority, dude. I'd love to believe that somewhere out there was one that did, but I can't. An intergalactic Government? How many people does that oppress; how many people do they paint as enemies to conquer or destroy? Lives they can "make better" by making them assimilate?

[winscenario]

[ Jim doesn't answer immediately. Were he younger, he'd probably be more impulsive in his response, quicker to leap to the defense of the Federation, but he's well aware that a reaction like that would only make Wrench more suspicious, and thus surer of his own belief. Or lack thereof, as it stands.

So he waits, listens, and then after thinking carefully, speaks. ]

The United Federation of Planets was established in 2161, one hundred years ago for me. It was founded on the principles of liberty, peace, equality, justice and progress. The greatest purpose of the Federation was, and remains to this day, furthering the universal rights of all life. We exchange knowledge, resources, we cooperate, we work together, we stand together. I'm not going to tell you that it's all wonderful and without flaws, because it isn't, and unfortunately, we do still need to have the means to defend ourselves against factions external to the Federation. But everyone who's a Federation citizen lives a life of freedom, in every possible sense of the word.

[ He sets his glass down, another pause to weigh his words. ]

I am sorry to hear that you've had such poor experiences. But that doesn't mean there are no other realities out there.