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

[wrenchedup]

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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lmfao me forgetting to put shit in html...

[wrenchedup]

[ Let's just imagine they're putting things together while they chat about all of this. Every now and then Wrench might pause when he finds something shiny and exciting that he forgot was part of the pile or when a random idea struck. He's listening throughout, though, and peering over his shoulder toward the rest of the room just to make sure things weren't blowing up again more than they already had from time to time. ] The Dream?

[ For as long as he'd been here, which really wasn't all that long actually, he hadn't picked up a lot on the history of this place or that place was a continuation of another one. Mostly, people helped him get a grip of his own world and remember himself and then he kinda just got distracted with stuff. ] Guess it's an adjustment for most people. Just a pain in the ass. [ Wrench laughed a little. ] Took me a long ass time to get to where I was and now I have to relearn basic principles of physics, apparently.

[ He paused. ] Sounds like you've been here a long time, though.

it happens!!

[creidim]

Deerington, as most people call it. [ True to her word, Luna isn't much of a carpenter. But she's doing her best to pull out appropriate pieces they can use to fashion into tables, and is able to hold things steady for drilling and nailing. ] It's the place some Sleepers were before they came here. There used to be a lot more of us, but plenty of us have since returned to the ocean.

[ More than Luna could ever care to count. ]

I'd say you'd get used to it, but this place does have a habit of keeping us on our toes. You do get better at learning to keep yourself balanced, though. [ Optimism! But it's true, there is a learning curve even if it's a steep one.

There's a soft hum his comment. ] Including Deerington, it's been... a long time, yes. [ It's tricky to keep track of it, really. ] I'd just turned seventeen when I left my home world, and I turned twenty one a couple of months ago.

[ Mm. Quite a while, then. ]

[wrenchedup]

[ And he appreciates the help no matter what level of help it is. This is how it should be, anyway. Didn't matter whether she knew how to make a table. They could get shit done together. And so they did. ] So, we're dreaming...? [ Wrench can be a little slow on some things, lmfao. ]

[ He stopped after one more screw being drilled in. Lookin' good so far! Not perfect, not something you'd see out of the home hardware catalogue but whatever. Shit was more fun when it was imperfect. ] Four years, huh? Hell of a time.

[creidim]

Not now. We're very much awake. That's why this is the Waking World. [ The clue is in the name.] I think it's that we're more... alternate selves—? Things back home are carrying on, but not without us. This place is... kind of a chance to have another life.

[ A new one outside of their home worlds. They'll still have their homeworld lives, only they won't get to find out. Or they might. Who knows.

And yes! Look at them, they're doing a good job! Besides, it has more character. ]

Mm, yes. Sometimes it seems longer. Other times it's no time at all. I'd like to think I've grown a lot. The Dream was hard, this place is harder. But I do like to think of this as home, now. A chance at something new.