Tipsy kept the receiver pressed to the side of her head, against her audio receptor, staring at the wood paneling and tapping the eraser-end of a pencil rapidly against a notepad.

… She should tell Elijah. Immediately. She would want to know.

… But when Elijah left, she came back late. Every time. Tipsy couldn’t blame her for wanting to socialize; her upbringing had been strange even by automaton standards. But that same energy invoked an increased generosity in their patrons— better tips.

Tips that Elijah had always happily split with her employer.

Tips that were suddenly a lot more important for the bar’s survival.

…

((Feel free to bother me if I'm forgetting someone... I'm still a bit tired and not sure if I missed someone.

Dapper:

The Truth will Come out (fawkestheautomaton) (Fawkes' turn)

Untitled with Brandon (factorymadeautomaton)

Askbox RP with Jack and Jolt (ask-jack-and-jolt) (Their turn)

Brent:

Askbox RP with Ave!Anon (Ave's turn)

Untitled with Merlot (modestmerlot) (my turn)

Askbox RP with the Teaseller (Teaseller's reply)

Oh Hell with Lila (little-lovely-lila) (Lila's turn)

((First off, YOU ARE EVIL.

Second, considering their first first meeting, that means 420 would’ve been thirsty that night and Dapper would’ve had a hard time getting to Las Vegas.

In the long run? Dapper and 420 would’ve stayed as drifters, flirted with the others, and stayed on the run. Dapper would not be in love, and 420 would not be questioning her ability to be loved. If you count little incidences, like Rita shooting her, there’d certainly be a difference, but mostly on who would save her. And the boys would really be the ones worse off (nitro addiction and fighting being the main problems that Dapper/420 have interferred in in their own way).

((Mr./Ms. Anon. You asked for a what-if, you get a headcannon instead.

I get the feeling they did meet. They just didn’t know it. Nor did they really get to know each other. It was just a night where 420 happened to be at the base Fawkes was stationed at. Both were at a bar, though opposite sides of the place. 420 was having a rough night, drinking away, and happened to notice another automaton there. She ordered and sent a drink to him, then left.

It starts off dark as well in this new dream.

Dapper tries to look around, but it's dark. She can recognize it's the garage, but everything seems that much bigger. That much harder to look around.

She finds him slouched on a table, just balancing on the stool. He probably worked himself into stasis or something and a small smile came to her lips.

"Babe, come on, up to bed." She walked over to him, giving his shoulder a small shake. There was no response, so she tried again, leaning over the table to look in his face.

His eyes were wide open and light-less.

"....Babe!" She yanked him up, his whole body lax and silent. "FAWKES!"

There's nothing there.

She hugs him close, taking him in her arms. She's immediately looking around for the nearest phone, and that's when she notices the empty glass bottle on the table. It looked just like the nitro bottle she had burnt up weeks ago. Except how empty the bottle is.

And a note. All it says is "Your fault".

It's her fault.

Her fault.

And now both of them are gone.

Her eyes fly open again, and this time she's terrified. Her legs swing over the side of the bed and she's bounding down the stairs to the garage. Her clockwork's working overtime as she's looking around. Fawkes is still at the table, sitting on the stool... But at least he's sitting up, tinkering on something.

((Hold on. There's no one gif.

The only thing I don't like about this ship is it doesn't have a name.... Otherwise? Love it. This close to being perfect in my mind.))

She hated anons.

Truly and deeply.

But her hatred for the damn things didn't outweigh her worry. And that damn grey face had downright scared her with what it said about Fawkes.