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!

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[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.