Delilah's Room (F_V)

[dropthebase]

 

On some occasions, Delilah might be found in her room; with a proper lab once again, it's rather uncluttered, aside from books stacked on the bedside table, half-written notes accompanying. On the trunk at the end of the bed, there's a wicker basket filled with blankets and a well-chewed pillow where her badger kitten sleeps when not curled up with the scientist.

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[bluematters]

It was no surprise after the sort of week had that Peter found Delilah asleep in the lab. No, really it wasn't. He knew he had been a handful, and she had been running around with Alyss to keep some sort of thing running about the house once all of them had moved in.

Had she even found a room of her own?

Peter approached slowly where she was likely sleeping at a table down there, lightly resting a hand against her shoulder, "Delilah?"

[dropthebase]

Even her pet had a better setup than Delilah had bothered to find for herself; in a corner of the lab sat a wide basket filled with blankets and a pillow, where the badger kitten had been sleeping during the past week. Delilah herself had just slept wherever was convenient, in with Peter on some nights, other nights in with The Jons after a story telling session. And other times, she'd fall asleep in the lab.

Like today. Peter's touch roused her, and she pushed her hair over her shoulder with a sleepy sound before reaching to readjust her goggles, looking up at the scientist. "Hmm? Something th'matter?" She murmured with a tired smile.

[bluematters]

Dear lord, woman.

Still, Peter actually smiled, stepping back and just to her side once she roused, "Nothing more than you sleeping in a chair, rather than a bed. How long have you been sleeping wherever?" Oh, looked to be his turn to fuss.

[dropthebase]

"Oh I've just been busy is all." She responded in an amused tone, leaning back in her chair to lift her arms over her head in a long stretch with a satisfied sound.

Though really, the way her spine and shoulders popped at the motion was hint enough at her sleeping arrangements.

[malfunctionbot]

Delilah was the final stop on Rabbit's Reunion Tour, a musical knock at her door while the automaton waited there, a whistle on his lips.

[dropthebase]

Luckily she'd already found herself a room while Rabbit was in the midst of sweeping through the rest of the household, isn't it? And when she opens the door to see Rabbit on the other side, she smiles brightly and without preamble throws her arms around his waist to hug tight.

"Rabbit!"

[malfunctionbot]

Oh. That was a bit more enthusiastic of a reply than Rabbit had been ready for, the 'bot's already unstable footing wobbling a little before he caught himself, an arm moving to the woman's shoulder to keep them both steady.

"H-h-hey there, Miss Delilah. Just was hopin' t' peek in on ya since....yanno, I ain't so dead anymore."

[dropthebase]

"Well aren't you a sweetheart?" Really Rabbit, you're adorable, never change not ever. She took a step back, opening the door a bit wider. "Did you want to come in for a little while?" She could only imagine how tired the bot was after so much adventure, as well as the emotional reunions with his brothers, his father, and Alyss.

[bluematters]

Peter, for once, had been spending less and less time in the lab himself once the boys had felt comfortable enough with venturing out into the city. Money still needed to be made after all, and after the last even had been going out and accompanying them. They were talented entertainers, as he had been seeing for himself.

He had noticed, however, that Delilah had been spending more and more time in the lab. This was why there would be a plate that held a sandwich cut into four squares on a nearby table.

"You may need a little natural light soon, you know."

[dropthebase]

It was hard work getting together the compounds and chemicals that she would need for all her work. Especially with those she needed to mix herself, much of her time was spent down in the lab. The badgerkitten was sitting in it's basket, staring at Peter as he approached the chemist, who started at her notes when he spoke up, blinking almost owlishly at him.

"Oh! Good morning Peter!" Late evening, but she didn't know that.

[bluematters]

"Good evening, Delilah," loss of time was a rather normal side effect from spending so much time down inn any sort of lab, really. Even more so when the work was so easily gotten into and lost in.

"When was the last time you ate?"

[dropthebase]

"Evening already?" She mused, peering over at where her little pet was returned to the task of grooming, then back at Peter.

"I ate... oh I think a few hours after I woke?" She tilted her head consideringly, then nodded. "Yes that sounds about right."

[lovesbobbydarin]

Some time after the Fathers Day celebration, Delilah would get a knock on her bedroom door, and a Jon waiting just outside with a stack of pancakes on a plate.

"Hey, Miss Delilah! Y'missed breakfast, we had a party and everything!" He held up the plate, as if to demonstrate. "Want some pancakes? They've got extra sprinkles." Yes, those were rainbow sprinkles drowning in a small ocean of syrup.

[dropthebase]

"Aww, thank you sweetie." She replied, offering The Jon a warm smile as she stepped back and let the door swing open wider, clear invitation for the brassy bot to come in if he wanted.

Maybe some of that cheer of his would rub off on her.

[lovesbobbydarin]

The Jon's chirpiness wasn't as infectious as Hatch Fever, but some days it came close! He bounced inside at the invitation and set the pancakes down on the closest flat surface he could find - in this case, the top of the dresser - then plopped down cross-legged at the foot of her bed.

"You must be hungry, huh? I know you and Pappy don't eat much 'cause you forget sometimes until Spine comes and reminds you, but breakfast is important!"

[lovesbobbydarin]

Ever since Father's Day, The Jon had been visiting Delilah's room on a regular basis, and moving back to the boarding house hadn't changed that in the slightest. Sometimes he came by for stories, or hair-brushing sessions, sometimes to bring up meals... but usually he visited to check on the dark, hazy fog of colours that had been swirling around Delilah's head for months. He didn't know what the colours meant, but they made him deeply uneasy, and they felt wrong somehow. He couldn't explain why, and wouldn't have had any luck voicing his concerns to the others... not when he barely understood them himself. Until he could figure it out, he'd just keep visiting and trying to brighten up the chemist's day a little bit. She always seemed so tired...

"Miss Delilah?" He knocked on the door (the concept of 'knocking' had taken a long time to sink in properly) and squinted against the doorframe, trying to see through the small gap between the door and the wall. "We made some tacos! Have you ever had tacos before? You should try one!"

[dropthebase]

"Come on in sweetie." She'd come to expect these little visits from the brassy bot, and while she'd been secluding herself away from the house at large for the most part, she was certainly willing to invite him in.

It wasn't like he could catch whatever illness she was suspecting was developing.

"I've never even heard of a taco." She replied in an amused tone, and The Jon would be able to see her settled at the desk for once, setting her pen aside. It was a good sign at least, to see her not taking another mid-afternoon nap at this point.

[lovesbobbydarin]

The Jon's optics brightened as he stepped inside. Hey, she wasn't sleeping, maybe Delilah wasn't as tired as she'd been before! This definitely seemed to be a step up.

"Nobody here's heard of tacos, it's weird. You'd think Mexico didn't exist." A brief, horrified pause. "... Maybe it doesn't!" Annnd just as quickly he was back to his baseline cheerfulness, horror instantly forgotten. "Anyway, a taco's like a piece of crunchy bread with meat and spices and salsa and stuff squished in the middle. They're pretty much the tastiest things ever." And yes, there was a makeshift taco on the plate he was holding out, cobbled together from whatever the Walter Girls had been able to find in the kitchen. Since The Jon had no part in making it, it was probably edible.

THIRD TIME UNLUCKY

[lovesbobbydarin]

Miss Delilah's head-clouds were getting worse. Instead of the hazy, drifting mist that had settled around her before, the clouds had become deeper and more saturated, growing tendrils that wound around the chemist's neck and shifting between colours in a way that made The Jon's head hurt when he stared at them for too long. The darker the clouds got, the more often Jon showed up in Delilah's room, determined to figure out what was going on (or at least figure out how to articulate what was wrong), and often staying up with her until he drifted into stasis.

"Miss Delilah!" There was an insistent knock at the door today, a quick shave-and-a-haircut rhythm that would be repeated until he was let in. "I brought you tea, this time. And cookies, 'cause there were some downstairs." Everybody liked cookies, right?

[dropthebase]

As the clouds got worse, so did the symptoms. Delilah had an idea what it was, and was finding it harder and harder to hide her symptoms, especially from the inquisitive brassy bot that seemed to have become her unofficial nursemaid.

When he knocked at the door? It took quite awhile before the chemist finally opened it part way, offering The Jon a faint, wan smile.

"I'm sorry sweetie... not feeling very hungry right now." She apologized. The room behind her was dark, and she herself was pale, and from the sheen over her skin, the slight glassiness to her eyes, she was most certainly not well.

[lovesbobbydarin]

"There's tea, if you're thirsty!" Sorry Delilah, The Jon was in one of his rare focused moods today, and he was going to be even more persistent than usual.

"... Sorry, did I wake you up? I..." His mouth clicked shut in the middle of the sentence and The Jon's eyes narrowed, then began searching Delilah's face. The bright blue glow of his optics dimly lit the room behind her, and made her look even more sickly in the shadows.

"... It got worse again..." The words came out in a stunned mumble, half spoken to himself. "You... Miss Delilah, you really don't look so good..."

[theamazingggthegiraffe]

With the amount of bodies present in Walter House, both human and robotic alike, it made sense that there wouldn't be many available bedrooms left over that were vacant, and what rooms were being used played host to at least two or three residents. So when a certain mechanical giraffe had arrived in the city and was brought to the house, the dilemma of where to lodge her became quite apparent.

GG knew that beggars really couldn't be choosers, but her choices were still pretty limited. She didn't particularly feel like bunking with the other bots in their rooms, especially since they were kind of crowded thanks to having multiple copies of the same bot share said rooms (with the exception of Rabbit and her ladyfriend Alice, but still, that's two bodies in one room). Staying with the Walter Girls would be nice, but again, it seemed fairly crowded in there. Peter Six was too reclusive for her taste, and Peter I, well... she hadn't really spoken much with him, and she kind of preferred to keep it that way. That left one candidate for roommate-ship, and that was with Delilah, someone GG was genuinely happy to share a room with. After all, she had seemed pretty nice when they first met!

So with a little bit of shuffling around, GG found herself settling into her new shared room with this new lady scientist. She didn't really have a bed yet, but she had no problem curling up on one of those comfy chairs by the window. She was seated in one right now, looking around at the decor while a small puff of steam wafted from her.

"You got a nice room here, Miss Delilah. You really picked one of the good ones!"

[dropthebase]

The chemist certainly hadn't minded offering her room to share, both because GG was absolutely charming, adorable giraffe form aside, and for the more practical reasons of having someone on hand in the night if something happened and the poor dear needed repairs. As it was, she'd opened the windows wide to let the sunshine in when she noticed how the small robot seemed to like it, offering a smile at the compliment.

"No miss required here GG, just Delilah is fine. And I was just lucky that the room was open, I was one of the last to pick." For reasons she'd not be talking about because horrific. No need to spoil a good day.

"Luckily it seems Tassel doesn't mind you either." Giving the badgercat in it's comfy blanket filled basket a scratch behind the ears. "And we'll find you something to sleep on soon enough I'm sure."

[theamazingggthegiraffe]

That extra sunshine flowing into the room was very much welcomed, and GG soaked it up as if she were a cat. In fact, she'd probably be purring happily if she could.

"You sure lucked out! I bet the others are wishing they got a room this nice." She hadn't seen everyone else's rooms yet, but she's sure they're inferior because they're not her room.

"Sure! That way we can have a proper sleepover party!" Cause that's how sleepovers worked, right? "But I don't mind sleeping here for now." It was a pretty comfy chair, that's for sure, but having a proper place to sleep would probably do good later.

GG blinks at Delilah as she scratches the... what even was that? Well, whatever it is, she's giving it a scratch behind the ears. "What's that supposed to be??" It kind of looked like a cat. Was it a cat?

...did it taste like a cat?

[theamazingggthegiraffe]

[It was no secret that GG could be a brat. Even after her ordeal with her kidnapping, with time she was able to get back to poking fun at the other robots and occasionally pulling pranks around the house in order to ease her boredom. She didn't sneak out as much anymore, which was both a blessing and a curse; it meant it was easier to keep an eye on her, but it also meant that most of her antics were done against the other members of the house.]

[But it was all in good fun, for the most part. Grudges forgotten the next day, irritations brushed aside easily.]

[This time, though, GG wasn't so sure that was the case. She'd angered The Spine... really angered him. Like, scary levels of anger. And she didn't know what to do because of it.]

[She didn't come down to dinner that night, though after supper she'd come up to hers and Delilah's shared room, seeking the other scientist out. She needed help and didn't feel like talking to the other robots.]