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malfunctionbot) wrote2013-01-10 10:52 pm
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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.
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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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.
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"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.