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The Walter 'Bot's Bedroom for fabulae_victoriana

[OOC: A thread for all bedroom happenings and private threads for the boys and their friends/family, just to keep from royally spamming up the main comm as we already do so very well.

A semi-brief description of the room from Meygan's mind, castmates, hit me if you think otherwise:

One of the larger bedrooms in the house (considering it currently is containing five full-grown automatons and a normal human and an assortment of instruments and the like), with a large window at the back. The walls were covered in The Jon's special brand of artwork, doodles of the world in the way that he saw it, colorful swirls and unidentifiable shapes and other oddities that looked like they came straight out of his music. Looking at these artistic murals for too long tends to make visitors go just a little crazy, seeing and hearing things that weren't actually there, so it is generally advised to never stay too long! His brothers are either immune or just don't even notice the crazy anymore. Likely the second.

The floor, despite The Spine's best effort, is usually quite dirty, boots and socks and clothes and gloves and hats and hula hoops and just about everything else littered around the place. If one The Jon was messy, two was just complete chaos. There was just no taming that mess.

Currently, the six inhabitants of the room share, two ye olde Victorian-style bunk beds. The Spine and Rabbit take one, while Hatchy, the two The Jons, and Michael take the other. Hatchworth has the bottom, which leaves Michael squished between both Jons on the top bunk. No doubt they tumble headfirst out of that precarious sleeping space quite often. Luckily for The Jons', they have thick brassy heads and likely won't even awaken from the fall.

Considering they are doing their damned best to keep up with busking and their father is on the hunt to find them real venues to perform, their musical instrument selection no doubt takes up a very large amount of the free space available there.

I think I'll try to update a list inside of this thread to keep up with what they've actually managed to acquire. Nice to keep an inventory on these things!

AS FOR NOW, use this thread as you see fit. Throw whatever and whomever you like in.

Current occupants:
*Rabbit

malfunctionbot
*The Spine

eyestothesky
*The Jon1

poweredbypepsi
*The Jon2

lovesbobbydarin
*Hatchworth

hatchy
*Michael Reed

steammanmechanic

...Is this a pointless post? Probably. But I'll spam the fuck out of it, so. PURPOSE SERVED.

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Toast was fabulous, but Alyss? Substantially better.

Those implications were most certainly not lost on the automaton, who was quick to draw the woman closer to steal her lips away in a slightly more heated than normal kiss between them, the copper fingers against her neck stroking idly while Rabbit enjoyed their closeness, his free hand brushing her arm up and down.

Yes, that toast was briefly forgotten in the moment.

And when that steamy (Rabbit's fault) kiss finally broke apart, Rabbit barely an inch away, mumbled in as quiet a voice as was possible for him. "I l-like th' sound o' that. All m-mine."

A rather pleased sound escaped her at the kiss and touches, something that could almost be a purr caught with a low hum. The feel of metal never bothered her with him, taking an odd sort of delight in it and Rabbit's warmth. How those odd fingers of his, even when gloved, moved along her skin.

Her arms moved over his shoulder's easily enough, fingertips pressed against the backs of them and curled into fabric with a press against the metal underneath. Head having tilted just so for that kiss, and oh was that toast forgotten for something better.

Oh that smile that curved into place, nose bumping against his, "All yours."

Alyss was far too encouraging, only prompting the kisses and caresses to continue with those soft, inviting noises, the grasping hands against his back, her all too straightforward words.

All his. His girlfriend. His lady. His love. How long had it been since Rabbit had something significant and all to his own like this? Relationships had always been shaky and full of doubt for the robots, but Alyss made it all easy. Too easy, he thought sometimes. But his inhumanness meant nothing to her. He was just as much a man and individual as his father was.

…This was not exactly what Rabbit had been expecting to have happen when he'd rolled out of bed this morning, thinking a nice walk to the duck pond would end up being his most exciting thing on his agenda.

Boy, was he wrong.

At her urging, Rabbit swooped in for another kiss, slower this time, gloved fingers still dancing across her skin, nowhere they shouldn't be (not in public), but really, with the way she seemed to be enjoying herself and the way his heated up boiler was making him feel, who knew how much longer that would last. And at least he could recognize that.

Another brush of his lips on hers, purposely puffing a steamy breath at her nose, fingers on her cheek. "H-h-hey, Alice?"

All Alyss had expected was to have her usual meal of toast in the kitchen while everyone else was still in their rooms. Those few moments to herself as the sun climbed higher, before the birds still there were even active. This had been a very pleasent surprise.

The steam brought an amused sort of sound, a little scrunching of her nose, eyes opened to meet Rabbit's with her head tilted against the fingers on her cheek. She brushed a few fingertips along his neck, trailing the metal lightly.

"Yes, Rabbit?"

"D-d-d-did'ya-" Godammit, his stutter had the worst times to pop up like that, didn't it?

"Just, I mean, did'ya w-wanna stay down here an' finish yer breakfast or-" The fingers behind her neck twitched nervously, shoulders shuddering at both the tension and that lovely feel of her fingers against his neck. "Or, we could go b-back up t' yer room an'-" A pause. It seemed silly to even add the last part, but Rabbit didn't want any wires crossed in this situation. " -Be alone.

"I'm r-real happy either way." No pressure or anything. Leave these kinda decisions up to the lady.

Don't mind a wandering hand suddenly drifting over Rabbit's chest, along his torso as fingertips dragged over fabric. Thoughtfully, no matter how it looked like something more. Her lips twitched higher at a corner, pressing a kiss near Rabbit's jaw-

"Get what water you need, then we can go up to my room," she had eaten enough to be satisfied. Her hand lifted, two fingers rested against Rabbit's lips for a moment, "-To be alone."

Oh my.

Oh my, indeed. It wasn't the answer he had been expecting, but it was an order the robot was all too willing to take!

With a squeeze to her shoulder, Rabbit finally untangled himself from the woman's grip, moving just a little quicker than normal to get to that sink and fill his boiler up nice and full. No interruptions from a sputtering, near-empty boiler while he was working some romance with his woman.

And downing down two full glasses of water seemed to be enough, the 'bot steaming a little at his vents and unmade seams before he was turning right back to Alyss, smiling and holding out a gloved palm.

"All yours, milady." And Rabbit would absolutely be all hers today until she'd had enough of him and kicked him out.

The hand was taken, moving off the stool and smiling softly, squeezing his hand somewhat.

"Let's go," oh, she could hardly ever get tired of him, but it was just so long she could stand being in her own room. After a while she'd likely suggest going out somewhere of his choice, and then whatever else the day brought.

But right now, alone time.

The Skull had needed a break; from Hare and his own brand of idiocy, those long hours out, and whatever else he got up to. Away from The Jack, too, the glitch was just giggling and cackling away in that room they found to shut him up in, and the way it had started to echoe was grinding his nerves.

A walk was the only thing he could do for now. Low on cash as he was he couldn't visit the one joint that'd serve him without much trouble, even if all he usually ordered was coal, just to have a place to sit in the corner away from 'home.'

Walking along, brim tilted low and coat collar flipped up. Fuck this city.

Fuck this city indeed.

Rabbit just so happened to be out as well, of course, on his way to the duck pond he so enjoyed frequenting when he had the spare time to do, which seemed to lessen as lessen as their little family grew and grew. Not that he was at all complaining. He loved the time he spent with his brothers and with his father and with his lady. Despite that incident on the 'bot's shared birthday, things were going quite well in the life of Rabbit.

Well, until the Walter 'bot turned a corner just a little too sharply, feet not completely cooperating, stumbling just slightly before he caught himself, managing just to bump shoulders with The Skull as they were passing by. Just a touch but it seemed enough.

The recognition came instantly, those copper faceplates curving into a frown.

"Oh, s'you."

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Oh, great.

He didn't need this, but all he did was give Rabbit a side-long glance after he had caught himself. Then glanced at where he had been bumped, dusting himself off with a few flicks of his wrist.

"Got your face fixed," said so very flatly, just an observation. Oh yes, because he saw exactly what his 'brother' had done to it last time he was in the copper 'bots presence. How many times was he going to literally run into a Walter 'bot while out by himself? Really, this was Hell wasn't it.

Those creaky copper shoulders shrug once before Rabbit was crossing his arms defensively across his chest, shoulders straightening, posture far more rigid than usual but the 'bot attempting to look casual and unconcerned, if not grouchy.

"Pappy's g-g-good at that." A huffing, steamy pause, Rabbit more than a little uncertain as to what to say.

Aaaawkward.

Skull made silent note of the posture, taking a step closer as if to loom over the shorter 'bot with green optics peering from the blackness of those eye-sockets of his. He knew he made for a terrifying sight and was more than happy to use that.

"One of the few things," accompanied by a puffing of black smoke, arms down at his sides. Relaxed, "Pretty your rusty mug back up after Hare gotta hold of you."

Just seeing how sore of a spot that might be.

The Skull didn't frighten Rabbit (not at the moment, at least), the 'bot immediately craning up another inch just to show just how unafraid he was, even if he couldn't quite make it up to the far taller 'bot's level.

Mismatched optics dimmed in brightness, the copper Walter puffing out a cloud of steam in response to that smoke, arms dropping to rest hands at his hips. He can be casual(ish) too. There was a brief flicker of twitching at the mention of Hare and that beating he'd been given, but nothing more.

"One o' th' m-many things," Rabbit was quick enough to correct, crooked mouth pressed into a thin line. "D-d-didn't take much anyway. Yer brother's gotta w-w-weak punch."

Cute.

"Strong enough for you," and for the poor suckers that he picked fights with half the time, "or you're just that much of a piece of junk to get your jaw knocked loose."

He shrugged with that, leaning back on his heels for a moment before straightening his tie; just out of habit. "Ain't like he's anything more than a lousy scrapper that jumps at any little thing that pisses him off."

Yeah, okay, Rabbit was done with this. The copper 'bot possessed a bit of a flaring temper, that wasn't a secret, but that anger was not nearly as quick to rise nor as violent as Hare's had been. He knew when someone was baiting, trying to get a rise out of him.

And as much as he'd love to land a solid hit to that smug, titanium face of The Skull's, Rabbit wasn't delusional enough to think he could actually do damage before he was taken down.

Rabbit huffed again, turning quickly, already starting to walk away. "Shore shore, b-buddy. Smell ya later, Bones."

"It's The Skull, Rodent. Not Bones or any other crap you could possibly think up," At least there were no puns, and it wasn't like he was going to follow after the 'bot. He wasn't Hare, nor was he The Jack. He didn't want a fight, and he didn't give a fuck about any of the Walter's liking him.

The more they disliked him, the better-- The Jon(s) were a lost cause on that front at the time, sadly.

He did call after, before continuing on his own way- "Next time Jackie boy shows up at your doorstep, tell him to come back home," because the kid would keep doing it if he thought he could.

NOPE NOPE NOPE. Rabbit was going to keep walking, hands curling into fists as he stomped away towards the ducks, mumbling moodily to himself but no longer acknowledging the other.

If The Jack wanted to stop by for a visit, Rabbit wasn't about to send him away, no matter what his older brother thought.

Go moodily feed dem ducks now, he's gonna be picking Jackie up next time.

Unless Hare runs there first. Then he holds no responsibility for what happens.

Unsurprisingly, Rabbit was bothering Alyss again, a daily occurrence now for the most part excluding his frequent mood swings, a flourish of musical knocks at her door before the 'bot would be waiting there patiently with a tapping toe, hands behind his back.

Now, whatever could Rabbit be up to, hm?

Rabbit wasn't the only one who had mood swings, because sometimes emotions just couldn't be handled.

Today was a good day though, and it wasn't long before that door was opened wide, the copper 'bot being greeted with a smile, "Well good day, Rabbit." Just.. don't mind the colorful stuffed fish plush swimming through the air behind her.

Considering how much time they spent together and how often he liked to steal away to her room, Rabbit had become a master at ignoring the strange behavior of her stuffed animals. Unless they were playing tea party, of course, then it would have been rude to ignore Mr. Humphrey and Miss Fishy when they were asking him if he could please pass the sugar.

Rabbit's copper grin widened considerably at her appearance, swooping down to plant a surprise kiss to her lips before he was pulling back and looking all too smug with himself. Yes, he was certainly up to something.

"G-g-got plans for t'day, beautiful?"

Which was why Rabbit was always welcomed to those tea parties and had a special seat at the table. These dolls were also much less rude than those that kept her company in the Abyss.

That kiss got a wider smile, coupled with a somewhat amused look, "Not today, no. Do you?"

"We both do now!" And viola! One sweeping gesture later and there was a delicate feather held out to her, a lovely blue color from some expensive dye no doubt. That vivid of a color likely wasn't natural on any of the birds Rabbit had seen throughout the city so far.

"Ya w-w-w-wanna be my St. Brigid-tine?" It made sense in his head, okay.

Alyss couldn't help her laugh, carefully taking the feather and leaning up, placing a kiss on the end of Rabbit's nose. He was so very sweet, and she was a little surprised that he remembered St. Brigid's Day; then again he did often surprise her.

"Of course," silly Rabbit.

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