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"Wooooah, so this is The Nexus?" Wrench stands there O O as he takes in the plaza, and the place his best buddy Marcus about. While his bestest bud goes to find them a place to stay, Wrench is just going to find himself a place to have a seat. "I mean I was told about this, but I didn't believe my friend." With a laptop in his hand, he places the sticker-coated laptop on the cushion besides him.

- - "I never thought I'd ever cross into another dimension and sit on a couch before. This is on some cosmic levels of cool, and I got lots of words that I can describe how I'm feeling." Wrench reclines back in his chair with his hand going to rest on the knees of his pants. O O - ? ?

"Questions. Questions. What's the worst question anyone has ever asked you before?"

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" 'Do you think it's poisonous?' "

There's a list of awful questions to be asked, and that's right up there with the worst of them. Especially when it's asked after ingesting the suspect item. The Canadian shrugs and takes a seat on a nearby bench.

"Whats with the face thing?"

"Was it poisonous?"

Now Wrench has to ask, and the question marks on his mask flash to change the emote ^ ^. "The mask is a part of me, bro. It is literally glued to my horribly disfigured face."

"A bit? It was an irritant, let's put it that way."

The aftermath was not pretty for anyone involved. Josh would prefer to leave it at that. One of the dangers of having a large group of friends who all enjoy drinking a bit more than they should and who are city kids with no idea how to handle themselves out in the wilderness.

"Don't eat random plants you find no matter how good they look. It was a drunk decision at least."

The comment about his face has Josh frowning thoughtfully, unsure what the appropriate response is to such a revelation.

"At least it's expressive? It looks well made."

"I hope nobody put their hands down their pants."

Wrench tends to keep to the safety of a city if he can help it. Cities are safe places in his book, and they aren't filled with creepy hillbillies who might stick guys like him in a stew pot.

"Don't worry; this guy ain't leaving San Francisco or the plaza if he can help it. I'm not exactly a fan of the wilderness, and would prefer that the only threat to my existence is a mugger.

And thanks, I thought I did a good job on it myself. The best part of it is freaking people out. Fuck even chicks dig The Wrench Mask."

"You're from SoCal? That's cool, bro. My dad does work in Hollywood, but me and my family are from Alberta. Canada, I mean. I've not been to San Francisco before though. We didn't head down to the States all that often, and when we did it was usually to his premiers."

Josh tries not to make a big deal about the guy and his mask. Everyone's got their own baggage and disfigurement is a hefty one to bear.

"NoCal, bro! Silicon Valley, not Hollywood and fake tits. No offense meant to your pops... Wait. Wait. Did you say your dad works in Hollywood?"

His mask lights up with excitement, and he rubs his hands together with glee.

"What type of work did your dad do? Was he a big studio executive? And if so, I wonder if he will look at my script for an awesome space buddy cop movie."

"Right. Sorry, like I said, I've only been to the states a few times. "

Josh rubs at the back of his neck but doesn't dwell too long on the impromptu geography lesson. It's all South compared to Canada, anyway.

"He did, yeah. Semi-retired now. Still works on a few projects for folks he knows. But he's in set design and special effect, not executive stuff. Mostly did horror movies. You should see the props he keeps laying around in his workshop."

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