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malfunctionbot) wrote2013-01-10 10:52 pm
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The Walter 'Bot's Bedroom for
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[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.
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
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*The Spine
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*The Jon1
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*The Jon2
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*Hatchworth
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*Michael Reed
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...Is this a pointless post? Probably. But I'll spam the fuck out of it, so. PURPOSE SERVED.
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Whenever Alyss would finally emerge from changing, her copper automaton would be waiting by the door, dressed up to his finest - a pair of fitted black slacks, an elegantly designed vest from his Pappy, and billow-y sleeved black shirt - waiting for his lady to appear, whistling a tune and tapping his foot.
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Still, she came down to meet him soon enough with blue feather still tucked so nicely into her hair; it pulled back somewhat just to show off how the dress fit her a little. The only change to how she usually went out, really. To help the feather be shown off as well-
"Ready?"
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"Ab~so~lute~ly! Let's g-get goin'! What's on our special agenda f-first? I feel like I'm always draggin' ya 'round, so, why d-don't ya lead me a lil' t'day. I'm up for anythin'." And really, he was. Rabbit was never opposed to giving anything a try. Made artificial life more exciting, didn't it?
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"Well, I know of a place that serves food and has live music," it was in the nicer part of the city, nothing like the usual dive of a pub that could be found near enough to the boarding house. Alyss did frequent those simply because of how close they were, "How about a little bite to eat with a side of dancing? After we can go to the park."
Park shenanigans.
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Except Bobby Darin, but everyone knew he was secretly a KazooLander.
"Dinin' an' dancin' sounds great t' me. But I'll have ya know, I'm quite th' talented dancer! I hope ya c-can keep up."
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She had only ever danced with Cheshire before.
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"T-t-that was a pun!" Look who was incredibly proud of his girlfriend, leaning over to brush his free fingers against her cheek while he laughed. "I b-bet ya'll b-be flyin' all over th' place, feet b-barely even touchin' th' floor!"
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"That was a pun," and was likely his fault due to how much time they had been spending with eachother since they met. Even over what would be such a short amount of time to most, it was enough. She leaned against his touch, smile rather bright, "Like dancing on nothing at all."
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"D-d-dancin' on air~" A turn in the path, further into the city. "Like a c-cute, lil' cloud or somethin'. Fluffy an' white."
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Drumming her fingers over Rabbit's arm before fingers curled back into his sleeve. It was as much of a tease as anything else, really. She knew she was anything but angelic, despite appearences and sweet smiles.
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And teasing tone or not, with the way she floated into his life and brought quite a bit of happiness along with her? It was almost kinda true. Though that was a sap-level that Rabbit wasn't quite prepared to go down at this moment in time. Besides, that was more the Spine's thing.
They passed by the usual pubs and dirty taverns that they sometimes frequented, drawing the usual amount of attention from the crowd as they walked on side-by-side, quite obviously together with how they smiled and laughed and touched. With all they liked to go out around the two, the pair were no doubt making a name for themselves with some of the residents.
Some good impressions and some not so good.
But fromt here it didn't take long to find the place that Alyss had suggested, a place on the nicer side of town where they wouldn't be quite so well known.
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It was the only reason she went to this particular establishment, really. Other than the delicious food that gave options from each district; in the middle of them all almost yet not. So many different styles of dress and decour were inside, smiles were friendly and the music could already be heard.
Upbeat, yet nothing she was familiar with. It wasn't strictly Europeon, but a developed mix due to the way the city was.
"What do you think, Rabbit?"
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Rabbit whistled low, taking in the setting before him, appreciating the appeal of such a place before he turned to give Alyss a grin. She'd picked well, he couldn't deny that. "I like it! S-seems like a nice place." A pause, head tilting in silence for a minute before he nodded approvingly. "Th' music ain't so bad either. An' that's c-comin' from a professional." He pulled her a little further in, optics flickering from here to there, simply taking in the sights before him. "What kinda food do they got here? Whatcha' in th' mood for?"
His bi-colored gaze flitted back to her, a curving smile to those copper faceplates of his. "Or do ya gotta w-work up an appetite first?"
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"They've food from every district represented here," and a kitchen large enough to provide whatever was needed in its preperation. She'd gotten a little tour the first time she found the place, 'for the cute girl' of course. She had so many questions and one of the older woman who ran the place was more than happy to answer them, show her things. "Some dishes are better than others, and they've a rather wide selection of drinks, too."
No more dancing squid bowls, though.
Alyss smiled a little warmer, "I believe I do need to work up an appetite first,"
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His faceplates curved, mouth sharpening into a sharp, toothy grin, which was really all Rabbit needed to convey that he was ready to sweep her off her feet onto the dance floor whenever she wanted.
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That was another pun, apparently.
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Rabbit did his best to stick to their area, but really, it didn't take long for him to get too into the dancing, a hand wrapping around Alyss' waist, another holding her hand, swinging his hips and twirling her around, head swaying back and forth to the beat.
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Alyss couldn't stop smiling, managing to keep up with Rabbit's steps despite the height difference that stood out. It helped when her feet didn't really have to touch the ground in any of the steps that landed on air just as solidly as when her feet were on the floor. Laughing and really just enjoy herself with him.
He was so easy to have fun with, and it was one of the things she enjoyed about behing with Rabbit.
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The woman's floating may have attracted the attention of the people they were sharing the dance floor with, but it was practically normal business for Rabbit as they danced along in their own little world, the robot eventually singing along to the music, making up his own lyrics, mostly ones that were purely nonsense and silliness, though a few of the songs would be all about Alyss and attempting to see how many things he could rhyme with the name 'Alice'.
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Not that she had ever met many people...
After a while fingers pressed against his shoulder in a tap, "I think there's a free table over there," time to sit and eat. And drink, of course.
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Before too long, they were plopping into chairs, Rabbit still grinning pleasantly, his optics dimmed in brightness, glowing softly. "I think a break is a g-good idea. Probably should f-fill up while I'm at it."
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"That may be a very good idea, and if we're lucky they might be having one of their floor shows today," yep. She deffinately came here a few times before, at least. The distance was the only reason it wasn't very often, "A little entertainment while we rest."
Alyss had put a deal of thought into where she wanted to take him today.
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After her skirts were brushed down, Rabbit's hand would rest delicately against her knee, fondly keeping his copper fingers planted there under the table and out of sight.
It struck the copper 'bot a little at how much Alyss knew about the place, making him wonder just how often she snuck out to this part of town to visit the establishment, but the thought behind her decision to bring him here wasn't lost on Rabbit. He squeezed her knee and grinned, nudging her shoulder gently with his (so so gently) before turning an eye back on her. "What kinda shows d-do they usually got goin'? Anythin' good enough t' make me d-drag my attention away from ya for once?"
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Like a little inside circus act to entertain guests from time to time. Floor shows, costumed dancing.
"But if they're good enough for that," peering towards Rabbit, "you'd have to see for yourself, hm?"
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Bi-colored photoreceptors flickered across the dancers, the other tables around theirs, the waitstaff fluttering from here to there, before Rabbit swooped in to press a loving kiss to the woman's cheek, a delicate press of warm metal to even warmer flesh, a rare show of public affection. Words were sometimes difficult for the man in private situations like this, when it wasn't gentle teases or strong advances towards the bedroom, but with Rabbit, actions always spoke far louder than what he could actually say. So the kiss was simply to convey how much he cared for the woman at his side in that moment. To show how happy he was to have her around, to spend so much time with her doing such random things.
Rabbit, right now in this moment, was feeling incredibly fond towards Alyss, and with the way things were progressing, that wasn't about to change.
"I guess I will then. Can't s-say I mind either way. I'll either get one good view or th' other, r-right?"
With that brief moment of lovey-dovey, honeymoon high over, Rabbit turned his attention back to the dancers before them before he attempted to wave down someone to get them some damn food and drinks.
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