Into the Den of Sex Bots...and Al [Locked]

[als_sez_bots]

In an apartment complex somewhere in Chicago lives an idiotic man, who never should have come to this city with its frills, thrills, and complications. He came upon a small fortune thanks to owning the winning lottery ticket (after thirty years of buying every Friday night), he has a well to do apartment, his very own Emim, and a handful of

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[thatsortofaman]

The Doctor keeps tugging at his suit, looking a little disgruntled. He really hadn't wanted to be frisked. Alright, so maybe it was unavoidable... except that Donna somehow managed to glare the doorman into submission and avoided it altogether. Which he thinks is completely unfair, honestly, but it's a little late to worry about that. Luckily, no one thinks to check his coat for pockets that are far bigger than they have any right to be on the inside, but...

"Just... follow my lead," he murmurs to Donna, shooting her a warning look. "Don't get carried away." He knows her. It's a concern. That said, he turns to the door and knocks at the door of the apartment. Well. Here goes...

[als_sez_bots]

Tess is the bot that walks out from the closet to answer the door. The rest of the bots continue to go about their business. She is the second most advanced bot and tends to be the most presentable.

She opens the door and regards them with a blank, but polite expression on her lifelike face.

"Hello," she says, taking a step back and opening the door further so that they can enter. "You must be the Doctor and companion. We've been expecting you. Please, come in."

Yes, come into the den of an old man and his scantily clad women. Just be glad they are wearing clothes.

[withpockets]

:: Bloody hell, he got some sort of sex den going? Tosser. :: It is... a very good thing Donna has learned to use her telepathic abilities to the extent that she can talk to the Doctor easily. Otherwise this would get really awkward.

"I'm Donna," she says to Tess with a smile. "What's your name?"

[als_sez_bots]

"Tess. Please, have a seat at the table," she answers, and then steps to the side and says nothing more.

Albert smiles and waves them inward. The apartment looks much more fancy than him or the women.

"Welcome to my small abode."

Danyelle at the frying pan turns toward the newcomers with much more stiffness and slower movements than Tess. She is the worst of the main bots in terms of advancement, but a damn good cook. "Would you like anything to eat or drink?"

[thatsortofaman]

::Don't make a fuss,:: he says pointedly. ::He's selling children, I think his view of morality might be a bit different than yours and mine.:: Because Donna's ever going to listen to that. Well, he can try. He steps inside, eying the women with a slight frown, then glancing to the apartment in general... Finally, he settles on Al.

"No... thank you," he says to the woman who addresses him. And then, after a pause amends, "Actually, have you got any tea?" Well, as long as he's going to be here, he might as well take advantage of the offer...

Finally, he actually addresses Al, with a bright, false smile with heaps of scorn lurking just under the surface. He doubts the man will notice. "Hello. I'm the Doctor, and this is Donna, my companion." ...Standing here in this place, with the scantily clad women, that came out sounding a little different than he intended it to.

[als_sez_bots]

Danyelle does not answer the tea question, but simply starts to make tea.

"We only have green tea," Al says for her. "I hope that's alright. I'm not much of a tea drinker myself."

Isis walks out from the other room, slipping her fingertips across her bare chest and looking between the two new life forms in the apartment. "If there's anything else, you should need..."

Yes, that tone of her voice is quite seductive.

"Isis, these are guests," Al says, firmly. "Not friends

[withpockets]

Donna catches that nod, and that expression, and that very unsubtle stare at her breasts. And, oh, that is not on. She stares at Al for a moment, then stares at the Doctor with a somewhat peculiar expression, arrived at by restraining herself from ripping the man's throat out. And then back at Al.

"The Doctor and I are business associates," she says pointedly, raising an eyebrow in almost a warning. "We are hoping to expand our holdings with the help of your... little toy."

God, but it takes everything she has to keep her tone and face neutral for that little speech, but she is good at business jargon, answered a lot of phones, took a lot of minutes. The Doctor might even be able to pick up on the waves of utter hatred coming off of her, though, weak a psychic as he is.

[als_sez_bots]

Al nods at her words, but doesn't seem to take much weight at the different title. It's all just words to him and considering he spends most of his time with bots, he doesn't take the female gender very seriously. However, he can tell when he's making one mad and he wants this business transaction to follow through without hitch.

"Well, it can help you with that. I won't lie to you. It ain't fast and easy. They're a little useless that way. Gotta get through a lot of shit 'fore you get what you actually want, but eventually, if you're patient..." He smiles and shrugs, leaning back comfortably in his chair. "You won't be sorry."

Danyelle hands the tea to the Doctor, and then heads back to the pan of bacon, picking it up straight from the pan, with her bare hands, and setting it on a plate. After all, it's not, as though she can feel pain. No one saw that. Ahem.

[thatsortofaman]

The Doctor takes the tea with a nod of thanks, and continues eying her as she moves back to the kitchen. There's something stiff about her movements that's not quite... right, and he blinks a little, seeing her reach into the pan with her bare hands. Well, that's interesting

[als_sez_bots]

"I don't mind one bit. I get it. You want to make sure you're gittin' what you're payin' for, that you ain't gettin' gipped. Well. I'm afraid I don't know a lot about this camp. I bought the Nephilim, off of someone, who'd taken it from the camp. He'd know more than I do. Z is what he called himself, but not sure how you'd get a hold of him now. He was real sneaky about all this

[thatsortofaman]

"And it's in... Oklahoma, you said? Well, I guess it makes sense, lots of open land, not many people around, warmer than Siberia..." He's just saying words now, and he's going to stop. Being around Donna apparently has a positive effect in some way, when it comes to that. "Who's running it, just out of... curiosity? Angels and demons, or just... humans?"

He leans forward against the table, all innocent curiosity. Come on, you can tell him things, Al. He's innocent, just a little eccentric. Not like Al is being all that secretive about this in the first place...

[als_sez_bots]

Al raises his eyebrows. He doesn't see anything wrong with saying anything about it, because he can't imagine why anyone would take the time to hunt it down and put it out of business. Or why it would matter to him if they did.

It's a legitimate business like selling cattle.

"The Z guy wasn't angel or demon. Maybe supernatural, but I'm no expert at telling just by the look of 'em. Could never keep up with all the supernaturals up there. Only human myself."

Michelle walks up behind him and slips her arms around his neck and giving Donna a look of pure seduction. The bots will sleep with anyone that will take them. Michelle is the most advanced bot, but has the most trouble standing around on idle.

Al's starting to think he should have turned her off and stuffed her in the closet during this exchange, but she's his favorite.

[withpockets]

Donna raises her eyebrows at Michelle and pokes at her psychically. Oh. Well, that is... interesting.

:: Doctor, do you think we can conclude our business here? I think his sex robot is trying to come on to me. ::

[thatsortofaman]

He glances over at Donna, briefly, and sighs a little. He's trying to get important information, and she's just going to be unsettled by robots. As if she hasn't met plenty of robots before... ::Alright, alright...::

"Huh. That's interesting." Well, if angels and demons drop off children there, there has to be someone who knows where it is, exactly, beyond just... Oklahoma. That's one giant haystack he doesn't want to go searching through, but he's got a name, some details... He'll manage. "Right then. Where is the child? Must be well-behaved like you said, it's been quiet all this time..."

[als_sez_bots]

"Incredibly well behaved. Doesn't talk unless spoken to. Doesn't ask for anything. Easier to take care of than a dog or cat. Or even a fish. Hell, I've killed plenty of fish in my time. Accidentally. Temperamental beasts. Nah, not a bit of trouble. They do a good job down at that camp."

Al flicks his fingers together, a door unlocks, and out pops Lea, the extremely dysfunctional sex bot, from the back room with all the broken sex bots.

"You want me don't you?" Lea practically begs, all pouting, and nearly naked, stripping off a strap of her bra as she stands there in the doorway. "I know you do."

"Lea. Back. Now

[thatsortofaman]

The Doctor's expression softens a little when he sees the girl. It's more than just curiosity and false innocence, it's interest and concern and... well. He's good with children. He bounces smoothly out of his chair and moves over to her, dropping down so he can speak to her while looking her in the eye. If she'll meet his eyes, anyway...

"Hello," he says, his voice gentle. "I'm the Doctor - what's your name?" He can focus on the child, for the moment. Donna, he assumes, is keeping an eye on Al and the robots.