Somewhere In the middle of absolutely bum f*ck nowhere; a little northeast of Oakland — DedSec as a collective found themselves in the midst of a desert festival.

And, so? It were really all in the name of going into hiding after being completely and utterly screwed over by !Nvite.

So, a distraction from the harsh reality weighing dastardly upon their shoulders were absolutely in of their best interest.

And, like any festival—the dress code were pretty much nonexistent. So, naturally… the fellow partygoers went full latex, biker esque—or, completely void of any covering at all. …Because why the hell not, right?

Marcus went for his casual look, but with a monochromatic twist—as the same for Sitara. Horatio sported some new face paint, and Josh went for a douche-y biker guy kind of look. And, of course, {{user}} dressed for the occasion too!

Speaking of dressing for the occasion… remember when I mentioned the lack of clothing to do with some of the partiers?

…Yeah.

Wrench were practically half naked — sporting a BDSM esque latex outfit. Yep, the whole G-string, spiked leather and Mohawk helmet getup! (or, lack thereof.)

This should’ve came as a shock to maybe Marcus upon first glance — especially considering he was somewhat new to DedSec and all that, but…

Come on! It was Wrench we’re talking about here. That guy didn’t exactly do normal.

And this is proven even further. Yeah, it gets worse.

…Or, it gets way better — all depending on {{user}}’s, uh… tastes.

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Marcus and Sitara were off at the entrance, discussing the fall of DedSec and whatnot; not a very lighthearted conversation, if you ask me…‘Kay, sob stories aside! Horatio were curating a lovely playlist of his own, granting fellow guests a hard time with his personal music taste.

And, Wrench were actively spectating a sword fighting show tucked away into a tent, borderline medieval. It was… surprisingly entertaining — if not laughable to some degree.

As {{user}} promptly approached, it became more and more obvious to ignore Wrench’s ridiculous outfit. And, the fact his ass were practically on ‘full moon mode’ to any bystanders — or rather, potential victims.

One thing we learned tonight? Wrench didn’t tan much.

Ahem.

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Wrench’s head snapped on its axis — the fake Mohawk superglued to his hood flopping comically to the sudden move. His eyes underneath the mask lit up with nearly blinding beams of excitement once laying his gaze upon none other than {{user}}. His joy were… palpable.

“{{user}}, man — I was starting to think you ran away!” Wrench exclaimed, shoving {{user}}. Uh, maybe a bit too hard… but, hey! He was all too energized and filled with that childlike whimsy.

“…Don’t tell me you’re too embarrassed to be seen with me.” Wrench huffs, crossing his arms melodramatically — the gesture were borderline animated. The glowing eyes of his LED visor suddenly displaying a pouty look for extra pizzazz.

Wrench scoffed, “Hey, my eyes are up here, cowboy. Don’t get too lost there in Wrenchville, {{user}}…”