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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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[ The small theatrics gets an appropriately small chuckle from Robby. But oh, yes, bags. Let Robby turn to show from the backpack. ]

One and only. [ But he's also got the bag he's holding, which he lifts up. ] And laptops. Not waterlogged. One good thing about that sea, I guess. My dad and sensei showed up here with their cars.

[ Just, you know, to talk about how weird the sea is and what it brings in. Other than the squid weirdos like them. ]

[ Phew. What a fuckin' pain that would be, huh? May he, Robby? May he cradle, so gently, the divine presence that is A Laptop. Pleaaaase? Should this request be accepted he will be so careful with them. Listen. Marcus also realized many years ago that he had a somewhat weird relationship with technology. You do not go around wearing a techface on your face without having a weird relationship to technology but mostly in the short moments it took him from receiving the laptops to putting the laptops somewhere safe for the time being he just felt an overwhelming sense of relief and home.

MOVING ON!

So! And he's back. Dramatically. Hello, any new fights since he's been gone? Children all behaving? Yes? Yes, okay good. ] So. Wait. Hold on you said a second ago [ sorry he was having a moment and the whole car things didn't sink in until now. ] that people showed up with cars how the fuck. where was the car???

[ Absolutely, my man, take the laptops. Robby won't even judge-- ok no he'll have a face, but only a Little. A kind of amused one that also Gets It, 'cause man--sometimes you miss having a laptop. Actually, you really miss having a laptop that connects to an internet so you can download music, but some of us need to do this in baby steps. ]

If it wasn't in the ocean, it was near it. [ The subject hasn't come up in a while, but. ] But the new sensei living with us? He showed up with a sofa. Made me bring it to the house--this place is fucking stupid like that, man.

[ En-fucking-joy it. ]

[ Oh, man. Downloading music. He missed... he missed a lot of things, but weirdly he missed work. Uh, not what he thought he would ever miss. Honestly, he hung the mask up for a long time but every now and then when he thinks about it, he did so in exchange for a different career and path in life. It was that, among many other things, that caused the rift between him and his husband. Yup, yeah. He was one of those people, wasn't he? Weird.

It was purpose more than anything, to be honest. He needed to stand for something and there was nothing to stand for here. This place was as close as he could get. Make things that were hopefully useful to people; make a place that fostered a community for people. Aaaanyways. ]

Must have been one hell of a sofa to show up with it. All I showed up with was the Lady. [ Wrench leaned on the table where Robby put the coffee maker. ] Not that I mind. She's a beaut. But! [ A hand waved to the coffee machine. ] what's the issue?

[ Aha, so, the coffee maker...! ] So I can get the power to go...

[ And please let me handwave an issue here because who knows about electronics?? Not me. Something something it connects to power, but a mechanism isn't going off inside to boil the water--such an important part!

And in the midst of talking about this (which might even be a short conversation, since hey, Wrench might know the issue or know how to find out the solution--which involves less words, more taking it apart), Robby will pop a question apropos of nothing. ...at least, not currently. ]

So, uh--you know Miss Makima?

[ blah blah blah electrical wiring issue blah blah. yeah, wrench sorts it out pretty quickly and robby was right in that the larger part of all this was going to be taking it apart and putting it back together after. which is what he'll start doing, every now and then commenting on what the problem is and why its a problem.

though that question caught his attention mid-fixing. apropros of something actually. he was somewhat mid conversation with her now, his omni going off every once in awhile. wrench's head tilted up from his work for a second before dipping back to work. ]uhuh. had a few run ins with her. [ then he'll look toward sharon and jinx who, at the moment, both look occupied. ] why?

Saw your lil' exchange. [ Easy enough--well, some of it, though that wouldn't be enough to bring it up, would it? So he'll add (though glancing back at the pair of girls too when Wrench does, but nothing lingering): ] She's been popular with some people at the dojo. Not the good kind.

[ It's not said as a warning or anything sinister, but just as a semi-joke. Though Robby chews on what to say next--he's unsure of what he thinks about her, about some things. Hard to know how to approach her as a topic, and it's for that reason his voice turns more careful, now. ]

What d'you think of her?

[ weird situation he'd gotten himself into, honestly. though he had faith in sharon and jinx. jinx was emotional and wrench got that. they'd sort it out. it was just unfortunate shit happened this way. he'd talk to them both individually later but for now... ] well, can't say i'm surprised. [ the last few words were strained as he tried to take apart a particularly stuck together thing. his mask went through all kinds of emotions during this trial. ]

jesus christ. what is it with appliances? [ wrench sighed and looked at robby. ] you know, long time ago i was trying to get a chip out of this fucking toaster because yes i come from a future where even your fucking toaster is [ quotie fingers, and emojies! ] "smart". anyway, had to hammer the fucking thing out and now this, i doubt this is a smart coffee machine so my question is [ he's going to get back at it ] whether it's just me and my fucking noodle arms.

[ which to be FAIR he's gained a lot of strength since then but he's never going to be jimmy siska. never ever. robby is 100% probably more buff than he will ever be which is wild to him, tbh. Aaah! There it goes. eat shit, coffee machine. ] anyway, she gave me 'you're a plaything' vibe since day one but it never seemed particularly malicious. she just seemed kinda bored and wanted to fuck around until this bullshit today. maybe it's manipulative on purpose, maybe not. people say dumb shit when they care about other people all the time so. no verdict yet.

[ those x's looked up toward robby. ] but you have some thoughts, huh?

We can jam something in the groove and try 'n' pull it apart that way. Got a knife?

[ If there's no clear nuts or bolts, Robby always found shoving things and splitting them that way worked. But he does have to ask, eyebrow raised to add, ] They put chips in toasters too?

[ Because admittedly, Robby's only heard of such things as a horror of Rich People Shit (or what seemed like rich people shit to him--as a person who lives on second- and third-hands), and he's sure he's heard of fridges with those. Weird stuff. Doesn't even remember what they do, except probably rob you in some way.

But as for the subject of Miss Makima. He clicks his jaws, sucking on his cheek some. And ah, they don't need a blade at all, good job, Wrench. He meets the x_x face, as it were, a furrowed brain as he considers what he knows. What are his thoughts? ]

Figured she was just different. Off--not in a bad way. People can be weird. [ Robby ain't here to judge on that. But he pauses, a hesitation before-- ] People got worried 'cause she made a contract with a kid. 'Bout 14. And they think she's screwing with people's heads around him.

[ Well. ] One guy. But she can stop this kid's powers from working, and--I don't know what he gets from it.

[ He offered a laugh. One of those incredulous kinds that's just so done with the state of things back home sometimes. Sure, there was a lot of great things about it but with advancement comes the hoards of people who want to use it to control, so here they were.

This topic, though? The chip one (but also the Makima one) was something he was. Well, he's passionate about it lets just say. Body language and display all showed that with ease. ] Yeah, you fucking bet. Even toasters had chips in them. Everything did. Watching, gathering data, selling your information to corporations and governments in order to "better your lives" and "protect the people".

[ Wrench leaned in as he pulled out a few things and started taking inventory of what it was he was dealing with here. ] It's bullshit, dude. They see and know everything and they use it against you. Toys know your kid's play habits to better sell you stuff. Video feeds everywhere monitor your every move. They know what you buy, what you want, what you can't afford.

Failing liver? Too bad, they know your drinking habits. You did this too yourself. Want to donate blood? Nah, they know who you fuck and they know that you're gay. Every single thing, man. Everything.

[ Aha! Here's the problem. Okay, this is an easy fix. He chimes up all chipper a few moments later. ] ANYWAY! [ And quiet again: ] what kind of contract are we talking about here?

[ Robby sure stepped on a hot button, huh. It either leans on the side of paranoid, or towards the other of not paranoid enough. Robby's not exactly unaware of some of what Wrench is saying--video feeds, people taking your data via the sites you view, sign up to--but he's never closely interacted with. A couple of the guys he hung out with had the short-lived idea of figuring out the dark web and bitcoin, but none of that group had the attention span for it.

Nor the money to actually do bitcoin around then. Robby certainly didn't, fuck that.

But as Wrench goes on, he's definitely on a roll. It leaves a kind of befuddled amusement (maybe? something like that), and he should say something about it? But Wrench asked about the contract, so: ]

She can control his powers anywhere. [ A beat. ] So, authoritarian.

[ Less capitalism. It's a quasi-joke, for what's kind of serious. ]

[ A very hot button. It's his life's work, more or less. Paranoid? Sure, a little but also not actually incorrect. Not in his world at least. Oh, and by the way, the dark web isn't actually dark. Don't kid yourself kiddies. Government eyes are everywhere. He's done now, though. For now.

That makes him laugh, though. For a brief moment. ] Okayyyy, well have you asked him what he gets from it? Definitely concerning but [ that last word was a little strained as he tried to pull something out and then waved toward a tool nearby ] hand me that, wouldya?

Maybe his powers need to be kept under control? [ Wrench doesn't sound convinced, frankly. He's just running through possibilities. ]

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