deernet | video; @anonymous | THIS IS MY FIGHT SONG (take back my paint song)

Wrench: green
Jinx: blue
Sharon: Orange

[ The feed turns on (yes, he still claims to be anonymous even on video) and already there’s some noise in the background. Looked like it was Jinx and Sharon engaged in some kind of one-sided battle. Sharon is busy trying to snatch a paintbrush out of Jinx's hand, her cheeks puffed up in visible frustration, lips pursed. When it's clear she's not going to get it back, she steps back, picks up a small bucket of paint, dips her fingers in, and then flicks the color at the other girl before sticking her tongue out childishly. Whether Wrench was or was not aware that they were fighting or one of them was fighting and the other of them was confused about it was out for debate. Speaking of Wrench! Two LED eyes pop up from the bottom of the screen real close. ]

Helloooo trenchies!! [ in one big swooping motion that might have almost hit the both of them which he quietly apologizes for shortly after. He swings wildly between being dramatic and being serious enough to give someone whiplash if they weren’t used to it. A moment. Wrench takes a step back, okay a few more steps, aaaaaand a couple more. There we are. ]

Tis I, your friendly– er, your neighborhood, uh, Wrench. And I need your help! Or, uh, I guess I’m just announcing some shit with these two cool cats. [ He shrugged and Sharon gave an awkward wave, pulling her attention away from Jinx. ]

Found this place in Willful Machine. Fixin’ it up to be a kinda work and live space for all you techy engineer and programmer types if you’re interested. [ Cause he’ll use it anyway so whatevs] Come on by, share resources or work on some shit with other people. First, though. Gotta make it look fuckin’ cool.

[ Jinx rolls her eyes at this and without a word, she gathers up to her feet and storms off somewhere off screen – yanking a bucket with her to go as far away from the two of them as possible to paint. Wrench takes a moment to watch this but returns his attention to the camera. ]

[ Sharon takes a moment to step up next to Wrench, shooting Jinx a short look as she sulks away, visibly confused but trying not to draw too much attention to the tension ] There's plenty of shit here to decorate with if you want to come by and help. And I've also brought snacks, so... Free food!

Oh, yeaaaaaah! Free food. How noble! [The sarcasm in her tone is enormously thick, not even the toughest of knives can cut through. ] It’s important to include everyone, right? Make sure no one starves out here.

[ And Sharon just sighs deeply (like a bitch (: ) hoo boy. never a dull moment here, right? ] Soooo yeah! Come by. Help us make shit cool.

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[ So like. This was not what he expected to happen and he's really curious what the fuck is going on here but also not sure if he should step in. Not everything "needs an adult" and he's hardly adult material half the time. So. ]

Hmmm. [ Wrench makes his analysis of this whole situation very dramatic. You know, like those art snobs in movies. ] Hmmm. [ And turned, just as dramatic. Pinched his finger and thumb together and in a very extremely fake french accent: ] I love eeet.

[ Then, back to normal. ] Eh, do whatcha want. I think I need. Some graffiti on me, though. Don't you?

[ Despite the earlier tension, Wrench's overacting gets her to grin, smile pinched. She approves. ]

What kind of graffiti are you thinking? Because I only know how to do those ugly bubble letters.

What, seriously? [ He's trying not to be too worried about The Things Happening but not too much like he doesn't give a damn at the same time. ] You've never drawn moustaches on terminal posters or given someone weird glasses??? Come ooooooooon.

Get creative, man. Here, gimme. [ Hand open. Palm up. Paint pls. ]

I had to be careful back home. [ She defends herself as she hands over the paintbrush. She's been using a lot of hot pink for you, Wrench. It's your color whether you like it or not. Or so she's decided (maybe she's made a few neko-wrenchs). ] I spent nine years of my life living under different aliases. Couldn't draw attention to myself. [ She mocks a sigh. ] So no graffiti. I couldn't do 'bad kid' shit.

[ Nevermind that she definitely drank and smoked cigarettes by 16 (and backed off by 17; she's a huge daddy's girl ok) ]

That's a damn shame, Sharon. Part of being young is doing bad idiot shit. [ He's more of a neon green kinda guy but he doesn't have a problem with hot pink so that's fine. WHY CATS THOUGH. Nevermind that he did at one point own a cat after he got over his weird suspicion of all things animal. Though was some of that just him trolling? He'll never tell. Anyway, observe: some drippy shit, a crown goes to one, he slaps on an oversized jagged smile on another. ] This is a lot easier with spray paint but you get the picture. Anyway, you've got a lot of catching up to do on doing idiot shit.

[ Wrench turned and handed her back the paintbrush. ] What have you always wanted to do but felt like you couldn't?

[ She took the paintbrush and twirled it between her fingers as she looks over his additions. She digs the crown. Maybe she should figure out how to create working spray paint in this place. It might require some finessing, maybe some magic or bloodstones, but...

At the question, she snorts. ] Live a normal fucking life like a normal fucking person. [ She clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth and sighs. ] But that's never really been in the cards for me. Not back home and definitely not here. That ship has sailed, Wrench.

[ She smiles, more to herself than to him. It's a private, almost shy thing. ] I've never really wanted for much in my life if I'm being honest. I think I don't know how to so I just live from moment to moment.

[ That went dark real fast. Gave him a pause. Yeah, here was definitely anything but normal. It was weird because if you'd have asked him fifteen years or so ago if he had any intentions on settling down and being "normal" he would have laughed in your face. Their lives were nothing alike, Sharon and Wrench's. Though he related to that desire for normalcy. Sometimes.

So Wrench nodded, his display showing empathy for what clearly seemed to be a bigger burden that she'd ever revealed to him before. He wouldn't ask. Besides, now wasn't the time. What with all this bickering and weirdness going on. He hummed and shifted his weight from one leg to the other. ] I think you should want. Something for yourself. [ He nodded. Though... he also knew what that was like. The majority of his life was spent working against the grain for a greater cause, not for himself. ] But, uh. Define normal for me, just outta curiosity cause my normal might be fucking weird by default yanno?

Like... everyone else back home, I guess. No powers. No constant moving. No alias. No cult hunting me down. No fucked up past. [ there's a flicker of sorrow in her expression, her answer raw. but it's gone in a flash as she forces a bitter smile. ] Grass is always greener on the other side, though, so... [ A shrug. It is what it is. ]

[ now it makes sense why they all managed to find one another so quickly. sharon, like jinx, like him, had a difficult upbringing. he noticed the shift to a more real and open emotion but nodded when she forced a smile. wrench got it. he hid everything beneath this mask. this literal mask. ]

a lot of people who say shit like that don't know what its like to have no grass on their side. [ he looked to her and shrugged before going back up to the wall, splashing color into some kind of weird goat looking thing. ] think its fine to want something normal for once.

Like I said, normal isn't an option. [ she shrugs one shoulder as she focuses on the wall before her, adding various emojis in one vibrant color or the other. whenever she changes paints, she just cleans the brush off on her leggings. ] We can't always get what we want, right? My life here isn't... [ a pause, lips pursing in thought. ] My life isn't as shitty here. I've got more than I ever had back home so... [ she'll take what she can get and won't ask for a single ounce more ]

[ Reminds him of Sitara. How often she'd be covered head to toe in paint. It was a good look for her, and a good look for Sharon too. Besides the whole... fighting with Jinx at the moment thing, this felt about as normal as anything didn't it? ]

You quoting Mick Jagger at me, Sharon? [ it came with a laugh. ] Sure, that's a truth a lotta people don't wanna except. Life isn't fair. Never gonna be. We can try and fight for it but we'll always be fighting.

[ He stopped after finishing some ~ masterpiece ~ of a nonsense graffiti doodle. ] I'm glad you're in a better place, Sharon. You deserve a little normal. Everyone does. Recent spat aside, I hope this can be a little normal for you.

[ The word deserve seems to give her some pause as if she were mentally struggling with the definition and whether it truly pertained to her but she relents to it. She ducks her head in a nod, attention fully on the brush in her hands. ]

...Thanks. [ And then, shyly, she adds: ] Me too.

video; @anonymous | THIS IS MY FIGHT SONG (take back my paint song)

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Maybe closing in on wrap?

yeah this one can be considered wrapped