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]

[ 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.