malfunctionbot | The Walter 'Bot's Bedroom for fabulae

[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

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*The Jon2

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*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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Please, Alyss. Please.

And really, with that second bite and that sweet touch to his face (and goddamn that lick), not to mention his own drifting hands, Rabbit barely could help his voice box from whining out again, though his smile was wide and content no matter how his body reacted, steam hissing from his vents.

"Y-ya must be an angel or somethin'."

Oh, Rabbit.

She laughed, "Or something," placing a kiss on the end of his nose. An angel she was far from being, but she was certainly something otherworldly.

Hands rested against Rabbit's chest, fingers curled into the fabric of his clothing after smoothing out a few creases, "Yet if I'm anything close to an angel, I wonder.." She hadn't leaned back, toast forgotten for a moment as she looked intently upon the automaton's face.

"Does that make you the lucky adventuror?"

Rabbit's copper mouth twisted further, his smile wide and bright and absolutely gleaming as his hand slipped to cup the back of her neck gently - always gently, his touches with her were especially soft, moreso than with any other human - drawing her closer, bumping noses affectionately.

He was happy to leave the toast behind for a moment.

"Ya sayin' yer all mine t' explore an' conquer?"

She did enjoy Rabbit more than she enjoyed toast.

"That does sound about right," and oh those implications. Fingers roaving from his chest as hands moved along Rabbit's neck, fingers resting just below vents.

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 Walter 'Bot's Bedroom for fabulae_victoriana

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