Relieving Boredom

Fiona walks down the lot. She peruses her surroundings with a detached interest. Trailers, shoddily assembled fold out tables and chairs for staff. A thoroughly raided snack table that has had little to offer for a while now. Nothing around really sparks any curiosity. Even if it did, it’s not like she wouldn’t have already seen it a hundred times by this point. She makes her way to the trailer with a large red cross above it. Signifying its medical significance, though she is not in need of any biological aid.

She swings the door open, and finds a spacious room adorned with a plethora of items. All either for robotic application. A collection designed for its main type of visitors. However in the corner there is a small pile of identical med kits. Despite the human staff members working at this film studio, they are rarely in need of any aid besides a simple bandage or some painkillers. The rest of the space is dedicated to the far more complex robots that get into far more grave danger during filming. Fiona is here is a machine that needs some repairs.

There is no member of staff who resides here, instead being used more as a storage unit rather than some sort of doctor's office. There is a small automated repair drone, though it is certainly on the cheaper side. Fiona opts to just grab the relevant tools from the shelf and work on herself. Secure in the knowledge that if she finds her self care inadequate the repair bot is lying beside her.

Right now she is not broken down. But her CPU has been running hot lately, and she has had some hardware problems with her left arm.

There is a solitary chair in the center of the trailer. A padded seat that allows you to lay back and lie down on it. She takes a seat and reclines. It is nice, comfortable. Perfect for letting her mind wander.

She is currently working on a TV show, called Arcane. She and all the other actors are machines, who can preload their characters’ data into their brain. Truly becoming them, able to truly fight and hurt the others. Their disposable bodies are just as easy to fix as they are to break. Fiona is playing the character Caitlyn. A powerful enforcer with a complicated arc in the show. In the show her character has developed a bit of a romantic relationship with another woman called Vi. While the two’s onstage acting doesn’t have any risk of affecting their off camera lives, quite the coincidence took place. Fiona and Jane, the woman who plays Vi, did end up developing a bit of a friends with benefits relationship. It is quite standard for actors to hook up, in fact some of them have a bit of a reputation for it. Part of it is just simply being with those around you. Another aspect is the long theorised social repercussions of programmed identities. Each robot develops an odd little personality defect, some of which relate to their relationships.

But it has never been too serious with Fiona and Jane. The two have shared many long nights and exciting day encounters, but only gone on a few dates and the sort sparingly. Though Fiona has found herself in an odd position. She discovered after a recent incident that she might care a bit more for Jane than she had originally assumed. But tragically she only had this realisation as filming was coming to a close. Most of her own scenes are already done, she is just on set for B-roll and any potential need for reshoots. As a robot her labour comes cheap after all. She is quite bored throughout the day, often just drifting about. Finding which bots don’t have any scenes that day for a bit of private fun. Though she is not always lucky, and even when she is it’s not exactly in good taste to blow the entire day fucking in their trailer.

She stews in these feelings for a little while in the chair, before deciding to just get to it. Fiona turns her attention down to her chest. She is still dressed as her character, so a quite formal military outfit adorns her body. It is a little difficult to just slip off, which is a bit frustrating. So she decides to start on her arm. She rolls up her sleeve, and tries to shove the bronze armour plating on her shoulders to the side in order to make some space. She firmly grasps her upper arm, and twists aggressively. This unlocks the piece. What at first appears like smooth and perfect skin suddenly separates. Underneath is grey steel, complicated tubing, wires and all sorts of pieces. Her arm cleanly comes out of its socket, and she lays it on her lap.

“ARM PIECE DISCONNECTED. FUNCTIONS RELATED TO PART WILL BE RESTORED WHEN CONNECTED IS DETECTED.” Her system alerts her. She always finds these little notes funny. As if she didn’t know her arm had been removed. She holds it up and looks into the connector. She has not been having any problems that are too severe. Rather just a bit of an uncomfortable stiffness in her arm she wanted to check out. Fiona assumes it was just from overuse during scenes. She even made a few jokes about how her arm was going to pop off if she had to hold her fist to her heart again.

Well now it doesn’t seem quite as funny. But she treats it with the levity it deserves. She locates the culprit, a small part of the connection that has been bent out of place slightly. The alignment of all metal plating is incredibly important, but it is also quite susceptible to failure. So all that really needs to be done is for her to bend it back into place and do a little bit of a clean up.

It is a bit awkward doing all of this with one hand. She holds her disconnected arm between her legs, with the end of it up close to her chest. Then uses the arm that is still attached to do the actual. She holds some pliers and begins manipulating the pieces. One of the wires keeps getting in the way which is frustrating her. She always has to be careful, or a simple little problem like this could snowball into an expensive replacement. A hassle she does not want to deal with.

She brushes the cord out of the way once again. Grunting a little as she does so. Fiona finds herself so focused on the task at hand that she barely even notices when someone walks up and opens the door to the trailer. She swivels her head over to look at the doorway. “Oh, sorry I should be done s-” She begins, until she notices who it is. “Hey hun. Doing some work on yourself?” Jane asks. Her short red hair glistens in the sunlight she let in through the open door way. She walks in and closes the door behind her. “Hi Jane! Yeah just doing some maintenance but nothing too bad. I thought you were doing some shooting today?” Fiona asks. She has always been a bit more bubbly and extroverted than her show counterpart.

“Ah yeah we finished up those scenes in the morning. So I am free for the rest of the day…” She says as she takes a few more steps towards her. “Anything I can do to help~?” Jane asks as she places a finger on the bot's shoulder.

“Well… I can’t tell if you are just trying to flirt with me or not but if you could hold my arm that would be super helpful.” Fiona responds with a bit of a chuckle. Jane joins her in laughing. “I was trying to be sexy, but yeah I am more than happy to.” She replies as she grabs the arm resting in Fiona’s lap. Jane kneels in front of Fiona in order to best hold the arm in place. Fiona looks down at the confident, strong women before her. The smirk on her face. “T-thanks babe.” Fiona says with a small blush on her face. Her biological emotion simulation systems work strongly to emulate her physical embarrassment response.

Fiona then quietly continues on with her work, tweaking the small pieces to get everything working once again. “So… How was filming?” She asks to break the silence. Jane almost seems startled, it looks like she was a little lost in a world of her own. “Oh, pretty standard haha. Not anything too exciting, just some dialogue that we didn’t get right the first time around. Shooting over the shoulder so we can just slot it right back into the previous takes.” She describes. “Ah, makes sense. I went through my rounds of that last week.” Fiona responds. The two chat a little about their experiences on the job. Complaining about the one camera operator who can’t seem to keep themselves from getting distracted. They move on to what they think of the story. Comparing their private scenes which the other didn’t get to see much of.

“Haha, you would think they’d tell us more about the characters, but I guess they want the character personality programs to react authentically. I wonder if they even understand that the memories don’t transfer over like that.” Jane says. “Yeah, sometimes it does feel like the director really doesn’t get us. But I don’t really mind, a jobs a job.” Fiona responds, still intently staring at the connection. “Annnnnnd… I think I am done!” She then happily exclaims. “Oh nice, good job! I hate doing work on myself usually.” Jane admits. She stretches her legs a little bit, seemingly a bit stiff from the awkward sitting position.

“I get that. I got used to it pretty quickly, and I kinda find it therapeutic. It’s nice to just focus on one thing for a little while.” Fiona says. “You mind handing it over?” She then asks. Jane just smirks. “Well… I could hand it over…” She begins, with a mischievous look on her face. “Or, you could do something for me and earn it~” She tells her. Jane was not always the most dominating robot. In fact she is relatively new, so she has only had so much experience. But she has grown very interested in trying all sorts of things out. And it seems like today she is taking control a little.

“Of course, you always have just the one thing on your mind, don’t you?” Fiona replies. She doesn’t mind playing along. She knows if she sincerely asked, Jane would hand over the piece in a heartbeat. Just a little game to play. “What do I have to do~?” Fiona asks with a humored expression.

Jane then without answering, leans in and steals a kiss from Fiona’s lips. She is a little surprised, but quickly leans into it the moment she regains her composure. Once the woman breaks away, she is able to make her comment. “Jeez, someone is a little impatient, huh~?” Fiona teases. It seems it worked a bit too well, as Jane quickly blushes and averts her eyes. “Well, if we are going to start somewhere…” She begins, but is cut off as Fiona suddenly resumes the kiss again.

The two enjoy this moment of sensual serenity. They way that their tongues gently rub against each other. Exploring the walls of their mouths, tasting the steel that is hidden just behind the veneer of human teeth and gums.

They break apart once again. “So let’s have a little bit of fun… And if you please me just enough, you can have your arm back.” Jane almost comically suggests. Fiona does still have to handle her CPU temperature issues. But she can’t really fight the nagging desire to have some fun. The problem can always be dealt with later, and she would rather spend the time with Jane. “Well… my costume is a bit of a bitch to take off, so you mind helping me with that?” Fiona says with a bit of a flirty tone. She turns her back to Jane, presenting the space to undo the belts and straps that keep all of the cloth together. Jane quickly puts the arm down on the table behind her, before getting to work. First she removes the couple of small armour pieces on her body. She just places them to the side before moving on. “Gosh, the costume department really goes above and beyond, huh?” Jane jokes, eliciting a small laugh out of Fiona. “It definitely makes it hard to stay in the mood when undressing takes like five minutes.” She responds. The two giggle for a little bit, before returning to silence. A bit of tension remains in the air, but by no means is it negative. The two just wait before they can dive into what both of them want. As she brushes past it, Jane runs her finger along the exposed arm connection piece. This sends shivers through Fiona’s whole body. An exciting sensation she will never get tired of. But Jane mostly leaves that bit alone, saving it for later. Finally all the pieces are removed, and Fiona can finally step out of her odd little military bodysuit. There are still a few paraphernalious pieces of clothing remaining, which she removes herself. Arm bands, her socks and boots, things like that. In the meantime Jane does the same, but her outfit is far simpler comparatively.

This leaves both of them undressed at about the same time. Fiona still faces away, leaving Jane able to observe her form from behind. Her beautifully strong back, small waist and nicely toned ass. Fiona turns and gives Vi a once over. The muscular body before her almost puts her own to shame. Her broad chest may partly dwarf the size of her breasts, but the rugged look absolutely appeals to Fiona in a way that makes it more than worth it. She keeps on her black panties, cutely contrasting with Fiona’s cuter white ones. The costume department doesn’t really worry about their underwear unless the scene actively shows it. Something that happens rarely. So they have chosen quite bland but coincidentally opposite undergarments.

“So… How can I please you~? If you are forcing me to…” Fiona says with her coy little smile. “Well how about you get on your knees like a good little girl~” Jane tells her. The two of them always try out new things together. It’s not like it ever gets too extreme, but swapping around dominance, submission or more neutral positions is on the table. So Fiona is quite excited to drop down to the ground and look over the towering goddess above her. Despite the last time they were together she took the domineering role.

“Oh, you look so perfect down there. You know what to do~” Jane instructs. And she is absolutely right. Fiona creeps towards the girl. She uses one arm to grip onto Jane’s muscular thighs. She almost slips for a moment, missing the use of her other arm. But she is able to adjust her stance in a way to compensate for the uneven weight. Once she has done so, she stares back up with a proud smile. But Fiona quickly returns her gaze to Jane’s thinly veiled privates. She leans in closer and places a gentle kiss on her pubic mound, just above where her panties lay. There is not even a hint of pubic hair, as maintaining the synthetic hairs on their head is already a massive pain. Instead her artificial skin is as smooth as can be. Fiona moves a little lower, until she grasps the waistband of Jane’s panties between her front teeth. While maintaining her bite, she pulls the panties down. Eventually it gets past the hump in Jane’s thigh and falls down to her ankles by themselves.

“Mmm… there it is~” Fiona moans as she stares right into the woman's vagina. Her delicate folds are so perfectly aligned with each other. Lovingly crafted by expert robotic designers, despite rarely being shown on screen in many shows at all. Fiona leans in and kisses Jane’s clit. A small little peck at first, but she quickly returns more aggressively. Laying her lips on her as she licks and sucks the little nub at the top. Jane can’t help herself from letting out a small moan and whimper. “Oh… sorry was that a bit too intense for you?” Fiona mocks. “W-well you didn’t have to start with my clit. A-anyway, I am the one domming you!” She says defensively. Jane reaches down and presses into Fiona’s exposed armhole. This elicited quite the similar sound to what Jane was just offering. Jane looks down at Fiona with a proud smirk. “Get back to it~” She demands. Fiona happily complies. This time she is a bit more gentle. She places one final kiss on the clit, almost as an apology for being too intense. Once she is done with that, she goes down into the robot's slit. She sticks her tongue out. At first she just calmly licks up and down. Coating the silicone in a generous amount of synthetic saliva. Reducing any pesky friction that could get in their way. Then she begins to delve in deeper. A fraction of an inch at a time, she sticks her tongue in, slowly pulls it out, and repeats.

Jane’s moans ebb and flow in rhythm with Fiona’s movements. The machine clutches Fiona’s head as she does so. In part to dominate, but mostly to keep herself stable as her knees get weak from pleasure. At one point Fiona’s long and silky black hair wafts in the way of her dedicated cunnilingus. Strands of artificial hair get caught up between Fiona’s mouth and Jane’s pussy. Jane extends her hand down and gently bunches Fiona’s hair up behind her head. Keeping it in a small ponytail with her fingers. Fiona looks up. Her lips and chin are coated in saliva. “Thank you hun~” She says with a sultry smile. Jane can’t help but blush. Fiona quickly resumes her excited oral engagement. She completely loses herself in the folds of her pussy. The exciting rush of exploring her body she already knows quite well never really loses its luster. Especially when she is serenaded by the beautiful sounds of Jane’s gruff voice melt into pleasure.

She enjoys discovering all of Jane’s weak spots over and over again. Due to their system framework, it is not like there is a spot in her hardware that she likes the most. It all sends the same signal after all. But whether it is through intentional design or a simple glitch in the system, something does change every time Jane is shut down and brought back online. A random spot within her doubles the signal output when stimulated. It is often quite small and hard to find, but Fiona is happy to do everything in her power to discover it. Pushing into each little crevice within her, sliding in and out of her desperate pussy. Using the moans erupting from Jane’s mouth as an indicator for how well she was doing.

Finally she hears Jane unable to even remotely hold herself back. It is a sudden exclamation of pleasure that almost caught Fiona off guard. But she knew that meant she had found it. Her mouth is buried in Jane’s pussy. Her lips gently rub against the woman's clit as uses her bottom lip to stimulate her labia. Her tongue is tunnelling deep inside, curved slightly upwards to hit that ever sweet spot. She continuously abuses that point of pleasure over and over. Mixing up numerous aspects of her technique to keep things fun but barely ever laying off that one spot. Jane almost slips, her back slams into the wall behind her. But Fiona just simply crawls forward ever so slightly to keep up. Jane is struggling to even stand at this point. These signals have such a strong effect on her body and her mind that it is completely overwhelming. Her leg keeps sliding away so she constantly readjusts her position while Fiona licks her so dutifully. Fiona wants to tease her a little bit, but she refuses to pull herself off of the machine for even a moment. She supposes that the best part of being a machine is never needing to come back up for hair. Instead she can be simply relentless.

Eventually Jane has to pull Fiona out of her pussy. Her panting is getting so intense that her simulated breathing program is almost about to fail. “God, you really are eager~” Jane grunts under her breath, as she stares down the mischievous looking woman on her knees. “Well you were asking for it.” Fiona shoots back. “Oh… You are in for it!” Jane says with a smirk. She reaches down and pushes the machine over to the floor. Without her left arm to stabilise herself, Fiona collapses quite easily. She falls over onto her back. Before she can get back up, Jane moves down and pins her there. She grips Fiona’s single remaining hand above her head.

“I am going to rock your world~” Jane confidently declares. “I would like to see you try…” Fiona quickly fires back. Fully immersing herself in the role of a brat. Jane shuts up the mischievous machine by shoving her tongue down her throat. She aggressively kisses the naked bot, keeping her hand tightly secured above. Jane is intense and domineering. Claiming what is hers, reminding Fiona of her power over her. With her remaining arm, Jane feels Fiona’s smooth stomach. Gently outlining the small artificial muscle definition, as she moves up. She reaches Fiona’s breasts. Jane firmly grasps one. She can feel Fiona react. She moans into Jane’s mouth, which causes quite the pleasurable resonance. Jane plays with Fiona’s chest. Groping her breasts, ever so slightly pinching her nipples, and twisting until another moan emerges from the machine.

Jane loves toying with this bot. Finally she pulls away from her deep kiss to announce her victory. “So? Still so eager to tease me~?” She asks confidently. “Hm… I don’t know. Maybe I should push you further and see what I get~” Fiona says, not backing down even a little. Jane is able to respond in turn. With a silent smirk, she reaches out once again. But this time moves past her chest, and reaches the empty arm socket.

“W-wait what are you-” Fiona begins to protest, but is swiftly cut off by an intense moan. Jane fingers the connection piece. She slides her fingers into the joint, brushing past the metal prongs that pass the relevant signals on to her limb. It is direct contact with the finer sensitive mechanics of Fiona’s body. It affects her in a way no other possible input can match. It basically overwhelms her sensory systems, causing a sensation that just happens to be pleasurable. “A-ah~!!” She squeals in excitement, a big smile sprawled out across her face. “G-gg-god… A-ah! F-ffuck…” Fiona continues to moan. Unable to keep herself under control. “Yeah, you like that? Was it worth talking back to me like that?” Jane asks, but she receives no answer. All Jane is able to muster are more incoherent moans. “That’s exactly what I thought~” Jane says, as she once again silences the machine with a kiss. But she doesn’t let up her fingering for even a moment.

The two almost writhe against each other like this. Jane has mounted Fiona, her own pussy rubbing against Fiona’s lower stomach. She is claiming her, using her and loving her. She can’t help herself from beginning to grind against Fiona’s body, getting into the mood as she drives this girl crazy.

The room mostly falls into silence. The only sounds made is the gentle rubbing of bodies, the wet kissing noises, and the occasional moan and pant that manages to escape the others lips. It is a moment of pure sensuality. The two are able to just melt into one as they tease and toy with the other. Enjoying the flood of signals rushing to their central computing system, causing a buzz in their head like no other.

Fiona is the one who actually breaks the repetition. She finally pushes back on Jane’s pinning, which had grown incredibly weak as her focus was placed elsewhere. Jane is a little confused, and opens her mouth to ask what is going on. But Fiona quickly cuts her off. “Ah… I want you on the ground… I want to feel you down there…” She breathily moans out. Jane doesn’t even dare argue otherwise. She is far too excited and lustful to debate the exact ways the two should get off. Instead she shifts to the side, allowing Fiona to get up. It takes a little bit long as she has to without her arm. “W-want me to fetch it from the table?” Jane tentatively asks. “Shut up, just focus on fucking me~!” Fiona replies. Her gorgeous black hair being flung about as she awkwardly achieves a stable position.

Now the robots face each other. Fiona leans on her side, resting on the one arm she still has. She spreads her legs out, placing them in a way that gives room for Jane to approach. Jane matches the robot's position, and sidles in closer. The two have mere inches between them. They look into each other's eyes as their crotches meet. Their two pussies share a delicate kiss at first. But quickly the machines start aggressively rubbing against each other. Grinding as hard as they can, in a feverish state of overwhelming pleasure. The two now free from each other's lips are able to moan and whimper freely. Completely forgetting the racket they are making. These thin trailer walls aren’t too thick, but this is certainly not the first time two robots snuck off to fuck during filming just this week.

There is nothing that the two of them can think about besides each other. The love and pleasure the two of them share is all that matters in this moment. The excitement is getting more and more intense. Fiona can barely get a handle of herself. She is far too lost in the excitement to think objectively. She barely even notices the growing heat within her chest. Her systems burn hotter and hotter as the pleasure runs through her. Her CPU is being pushed to newer heights, and her fans are just completely unable to keep up with the change. Jane does start to notice a bit of a difference in the sound of Fiona’s moans. Her moaning audio sometimes cuts out, almost as if it is being transmitted through poor internet or the cable is faltering. “A-A-A-a-a-a-h-h-h… Ah~ Ah~!” Fiona exclaims in ecstasy. “A-are… Oh fuck… Are you ok, Fiona-AH~!” Jane attempts to ask. Her words are interrupted by more involuntary whimpers, but the point is still made.

But she is unable to form any meaningful response. She just continues on with the same moaning patterns as before, completely ignoring the question that was asked. This worries Jane a little, unsure what it could mean. But she also is struggling to focus on the matter at hand as her processor is attacked by a barrage of pleasure signals. Even getting through a single thought is a battle. She tries asking another question, but once more Fiona doesn’t respond.

Within Fiona’s mind, her actual consciousness is basically short circuiting. As her computer burns hotter, its efficacy drops dramatically. Without the full function of her CPU, functions are quickly cut. The first one to fall is the one that demands the most out of her CPU. Her mind. Her ability to think goes out the window, instead relying on the automated systems to keep her running. This effect is only exacerbated by the pleasure signals dulling the already struggling processes going on.

“WARNING WARNING WARNING CPU TEMPERATURES CRITICAL ENFORCING SYSTEM SHUTDOWN. COUNTING DOWN…” Her computer warns her, though the sentiment falls on deaf ears. She just mindlessly moans and grinds against Jane. “THREE…” “F-Fiona? W-whats… Ah~! W-whats going on?” Jane asks with a bit more concern in her voice. “TWO…” Fiona doesn’t reply. Instead her moans begin to esculate more and more. Almost yelling as she speeds up her grinding. “ONE…” “F-FIONA~!” Jane tries to yell, but erupts into a moan she can’t stop. The two of them are almost shaking. Their excitement reaches a full on climax. They cheer out in pleasurable excitement, a rush of signals that completely takes over. “SHUTTING DOWN SYSTEM.”

Fiona collapses to the ground. Her eyes hang open but there is no life within them. Jane rests on her back, spending a moment to recover. But once she feels a bit better, she looks up at the machine in front of her. “Oh… crap.” She mutters.

It doesn’t take too long for Jane to figure out what had happened to Fiona. Robot’s break and shut down pretty often. It isn’t the cause for concern it would be for any other type of being. Jane reaches out and touches Fiona, alerting her to the burning up within. “Ah… you just hadn’t finished up your maintenance huh?” Jane says to herself. She picks up the machine and places her back into the seat she was just an hour ago. Jane grabs the loose limb that remains on the nearby table and shoves it into place. At first it doesn’t hold, so she firmly twists it until a satisfying click rings out. Notifying Jane of it’s successful connection.

She grabs her clothes from the floor and starts to get dressed. She almost does the same for Fiona, before she remembers it would be best if she is naked and thus accessible during the repairs. She pulls up a smaller chair to sit beside the unconscious machine. Then leans down and activates the repair drone. “...zzzZZZ HELLO!” It springs to life with a little buzz. “WHAT IS THE NATURE OF THE PROBLEM?” It asks. It’s voice is monotone and unconvincing. A stark contrast to the speech Jane replies with. “This is Unit-Jane, playing Caitlyn. She has an overheated central processing unit.” She calmly explains to the large metal disk. “UNDERSTOOD. BEGINNING REPAIRS.” It awkwardly declares. Instantly long spindly metal arms emerge from the top of the drone and approach Fiona. One presses against her neck, finding an indent that allows for her body to be remotely opened. Her stomach and chest split apart, revealing the metallic interior.

Jane watches calmly as the machine begins meticulously clearing out and cleaning the various vents and exhausts in her system. Adjusting the voltage rate of her fans, checking all of the connections, things like that. It works at a dizzying pace, one that Jane can barely keep up with. But she doesn’t really need to, so she allows her mind to drift as the machine does it’s work. Choosing to remain by Caitlyn's side until she is back online.

It rushes around, speeding up as it works. It goes beyond just the bounds of her CPU, cleaning and refining some of her other components as well. Finally, it applies a new coat of thermal paste on her processor. It closes her body up, and retreats into it’s little corner. The repair drone goes offline just as Fiona reactivates.

“BOOTING… BOOTING… BOOTING SYSTEMS ONLINE. RUNNING DEFAULT PERSONALITY PROGRAM SET. LOADING “Fiona.exe” PROGRAM. “Fiona” IS ONLINE.” Her log outputs as she suddenly springs up from the chair. Bots are always a little disoriented after waking up from thorough repairs and a system reboot. “A-ah! Oh gosh…” Fiona sheepishly exclaims before chuckling to herself. “Did I overheat?” She asks the bot beside her. “Yup. You could have just told me you still needed to finish, cutie.” Jane tells her with a little smile. “I was just too excited. It was really, really fun.” Fiona admits with a small blush. “Thanks for taking the edge off, Jane.”

Jane blushes a little bit. She awkwardly scratches her cheek as she looks away. “D-don’t mention it babe!” Jane replies. The two remain in a moment of silence. Sort of unsure how to proceed. For a little while, neither have the courage to speak up. But eventually, Jane says something. “So… You don’t have anything else to do today, right?” She tentatively asks. “Ah, yeah I am pretty much free.” Fiona tells her. “Well in that case… You want to join me in my trailer? We can just kind of hang out for a while.” Jane nervously suggests. Despite their closeness, this sort of thing doesn’t happen super often.

“That would be really nice actually…” Fiona admits. A large smile forms on Jane’s face as she hears her response. “Awesome!” She hops up from her seat and darts towards the door. “W-wait, calm down. I need a bit longer to get up.” Fiona giggles. “Oh my god I am so sorry!” Jane says quickly as she rushes back. She extends a hand out to Fiona. Jane helps Fiona to her feet and gives her the time to settle. It doesn’t take long at all for Fiona to be back to normal capacity. “Pass me my clothes?” She quickly requests, which Jane happily obliges. She helps her get dressed, but now that she is both of her arms she only needs so much aid. By the time she is done, both of them make their way out of the trailer and towards another. As they are walking they can hear some distant explosions and yells. “Sounds like they are doing some practical effects today.” Fiona says.

“Yeah jeez, I am surprised we can hear it from here.” Who knows, maybe some of our moans will make it into the final cut.” Jane jokes, which earns her an embarrassed little shove from Fiona. They arrive at her trailer not long after. It is homely. These bots don’t have a lot of personal possessions most of the time, but Jane makes use of the few things she does have. There is a pretty decently sized beds, a couple of photos and posters adorning the walls, and a few other little knick knacks. “You always have more stuff than I remember.” Fiona jokes. “I like to pick up stuff as much as I can. I know other actors prefer to travel lightly, but I always wanted something more like this.” Jane explains as Fiona looks around. It is not the first time she has been here. She visited once or twice to read through scripts together. They are never required to practice the lines since they are just downloaded and performed by the other personalities. But sometimes they still like to go over them and see what is going on in the scene.

Jane hops onto her bed. She is instantly lost in the mess of big fluffy blankets, and has to move some things around in order to make room for Fiona. Once she has done so, Fiona slides in and gets comfortable. They lay together like this, just enjoying each other's company. Each of them exchange a few words. They chat about whatever comes to mind. They only have so much experience in the world so sometimes their perspectives are a little bit limited. But even then they manage to find an almost unending wellspring of topics. The two just cuddle, letting their conversation slowly die down. Fiona is wrestling on Jane’s chest. Jane’s arm wraps over Fiona and holds on tight. It is comfortable, beautiful and calming. For a moment it truly feels like nothing else matters but each other. So they end up just drifting off into a nap as they cling to each other. It is nice.