AU week

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{from here}

Jay's room hasn't changed much. Even if it is a little tidier than usual. Blame it on the fact he hasn't been around much lately. Workbenches, gear lockers, couches, TV, bed. The bar has kindly added a private gym with some serious equipment in a room off to one side.

He reaches under a bench and clears out a couple of cardboard boxes for Rocky to play in. He finds a small greenish ovaloid hiding under one. "I thought you lot had grown out of camping in here?" He blows on the thing and it lights up, glittering like a giggle in lights. "Make yourself useful and keep an eye on the cat please? His name is Rocky."

The thing squeaks a sound almost like Rocky and buzzes over to investigate the cat.

Jay chuckles and unpacks the picnic, looking for his corkscrew. "That's a Hive Drone. In fact, that's one of the juveniles - George. He'll keep Rocky company." He gestures to the couch, "Make yourself at home."

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[i_am_your_host]

Jay's room still feels familiar despite the few addendums. And the little Hive Drone. As Emcee sets Rocky down beside the boxes, Rocky's ears twitch at the sound of his electronically squeaked name. He reaches up a paw to bat at the flying thing, and chases after it wherever it goes.

Emcee laughs. "I think they've found new playmates."

He makes his way over to the couch and settles down-- the careless, boneless flop is gone. Older joints just aren't as compliant. But he still tucks a sneakered foot up and lounges back against the cushions, looking somewhat like an ageing hipster. But let's face it, Emcee was always hipper and more punk rock for his time than anyone.

[runningred]

"I suspect they'll both slept soundly tonight." Jay chuckles, presenting Emcee with a glass of wine and sitting down to untuck Emcee's feet, taking his shoes off for him.

[i_am_your_host]

"George is adorable. I didn't know sentient robots could be that cute."

He smiles and takes the glass with a soft "Thank you, darling" and lets him take off his shoes.

"You, however," he adds, ruffling Jay's hair, "have always been cute."

[runningred]

"I'm not sure cure is the word for me." Jay mutters, trying to put on a fierce look. "But George and the others certainly are. Which is an improvement on what they were. Ringo tried to electrocute Gavroche the day we found them."

And yes, he goes straight to massaging Emcee's feet.

[i_am_your_host]

That fierce look isn't working, not when he's on his knees rubbing Emcee's feet. He just smirks and tousles his hair again, sipping his wine.

"Oh, Gavroche," he says with a small smile and a nod. "So these drones were somewhat feral before? Or were they just being defensive?"

[runningred]

Damn. Hair ruffling wins over fierce any day.

"The poor things had gone feral. The adults of the hive were either dead or locked in a damage coma so they had to fend for themselves for years. And without a hive to raise them, they never matured past that stage. Now they have a hive again, they're growing strong." He smiles with indulgent affection. "Even if they still get a little overenthusiastic some times."

[i_am_your_host]

"Ahh, it never ceases to amaze me how so many different kinds of life find their way into Milliways," he says. "And finding you, always willing to help."

He strokes Jay's head and wiggles his toes, pulling his feet up onto the couch.

"Now enough with the feet, darling," he chuckles. "I don't dance all night like I used to."

[runningred]

And for that, feet get tickled! "Just cause you don't need it, doesn't mean you can't enjoy it."

But he let's Emcee's feet go anyway, pouting himself a glass of wine. "So what do you do with yourself now you're not dancing the night away?"

[i_am_your_host]

"Ah, naughty!" he scolds him with a giggle that hasn't lost any of its childlike musicality. But no one gives him foot rubs like Jay, so he does indeed enjoy them.

After taking a sip of wine, both his voice and his smile grow soft and quiet.

"I manage a small community theater in Greenwich Village in New York. I've been living in the neighborhood for nine years now, since 1946 when I first arrived. I like it there. It suits me."

[runningred]

Jay settles comfortably, an arm sprawled across the back of the couch that could turn into a hug with ease if and when needed. "How very you." He smiles warmly. "And you have the Village in the 60s to look forward to. Dylan, Hendrix, The Velvet Underground!"

On 10 August 2016 at 14:12, i_am_your_host - DW Comment < dw_null@dreamwidth.org> wrote:

[i_am_your_host]

"I have heard about the '60s and all the wonderful things to look forward to," he says nodding. "It seems that I am in the right place for some kind of-- cultural revolution. Music, poetry, literature, film, everything. I work with a lot of university students who are just so creative, so perceptive, so forward thinking...they really are amazing boys and girls and I have no doubt that big things are on the horizon. I can't wait to see it all happen. I haven't felt this way since I was in Berlin in the '20s."

[runningred]

Jay grins, rubbing Emcee's shoulders. "You found your place. And I'm sure all those boys and girls adore you."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee smiles and sighs deeply, leaning into him.

"Yes, I think I have," he says, taking a sip of wine.

"Most of them regard me as a kind of eccentric German uncle," he then chuckles. "I don't know if I'm that strange, but I certainly don't conform to anything or anyone they've ever known, so I take it as a compliment. I throw little parties at my flat where everyone has to bring their own records or a book to read from or something they've written and we have these wonderful all-night orgies of ideas."

A beat.

"This is not to imply that sex doesn't happen after the idea orgies. Intelligence is very sexy, and so are fresh-faced Midwestern college boys."

[runningred]

Jay wraps strong arms around him, gentle and protective as Emcee leans against him.

He chuckles at the qualifier. "And I'm sure that many of those fresh faced boys are very glad to find someone like you. Someone distinguished and worldly to take them in hand, so to speak." He purrs the final words into Emcee's ear, letting them take on a playfully insinuating tone.

[i_am_your_host]

"Mm, there's that word again, distinguished," he says with a sly smile as he rubs Jay's arms. "And intellectual stimulation certainly isn't the only thing I can provide."

[runningred]

"I'm starting to see how well it suits you." He mutters, nuzzling Emcee's hair.

[i_am_your_host]

"I was lucky," he murmurs, his voice growing softer again and a bit more pensive than he intended.

But he smiles, giving Jay's arm a squeeze.

"Now what have you got in that basket? I've rather missed how you spoiled me so."

[runningred]

Jay lets the subject drop and unpack the basket onto the coffee table. Cheese, dips, crackers, olives, cold meats and fruit. Just a selection of nibbles.

"Happily spoil you any day." Jay teases, topping up Emcee's glass.

[i_am_your_host]

"Mm, I know you would," he says with an affectionate little twist of his lips before taking a sip of wine.

As he leans over to help himself to some crackers and cheese, Rocky, who has been busy exploring Jay's room with George, comes trotting over, attracted by the smell of food. With a questioning meow? he rubs up against Emcee's shins.

"Oh, Rocky, always thinking with your stomach."

[runningred]

George floats over to Jay, perching on his shoulder and chittering happily. "I think the drones are going to want a furry now. George is a bit taken with Rocky." he laughs.

[i_am_your_host]

"Oh dear," he chuckles, reaching down to scratch Rocky's back. "Can they actually learn how to take care of a living creature? Some humans aren't even that advanced."

He picks out a cube of turkey and gives it to Rocky, who eagerly scarfs it down.

[runningred]

"I'd trust these little guys with a baby if it came to that." Jay confirms, scratching George's slick side. "They're more intelligent than more than a few humans I could name. But I think we'll wait. Gav and I are trying to find them a new home."

[i_am_your_host]

"Then I would recommend a cat because they're already quite independent. Rocky kept showing up on my fire escape for weeks until he convinced me that he was going to move in with me. Isn't that right?"

Rocky responds with a chirrup as if he knew what Emcee was talking about, and so he gets another cube of turkey.

"Where are the drones living now?"

[runningred]

"I was wondering how you met. In my experience, cats do what that want to do, when they want to do it." He smile as Rocky extorts another bite of food out of Emcee. They seem well suited - Emcee and Rocky.

"The garage, at the moment. They designed a new hive and I got a few willing sets of hands to help me put it together. There were camping out in my workshop before that but they reached a point of needed a place of their own." He gives George a little poke, the little drone chirping indignantly. "They were getting under my feet."

[i_am_your_host]

"That's exactly what a cat is like. He's not a pet, he's more like a roommate who doesn't pay rent or do any cleaning up." But Rocky gets rubbed behind the ears anyway.

"What about a really large room up here? Or a suite of rooms if they want to be fancy. How many are them anyhow?"