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?"