A normal day is a pretty subjective experience. For your average human on earth, it might entail a stroll down the street, or a day at an office. For White R.A.B.B.I.T, it involved strolling for sure. He simply did it with his feet magnetized to the outer edge of Wonderland Station. Most of the time, it was difficult to know exactly why White did things, but in this case, it was probably for the view.<br/><br/>Station 1-D3R, Wonder Land, was positioned in the optimal spot outside the astroid belt, just enough distance to be a useful waylay station for those finding their way towards earth. There were other stations positioned like this but, much to White's chagrin, Wonderland was far more popular due to it's more... lax business practices.<br/><br/>As White reflected on this, his thoughts soured, and the scenery suddenly seemed less appealing. With a robotic scoff, White turned and marched to the airlock.<br/><br/>~***~<br/><br/>It was only a few moments later, White was patrolling the ship. It was a shame in his eyes that military personnel were no longer patrolling the hallways at all times. Instead it was....<br/><br/>"Why, it's my most wonderful wabbit White!" Chimed an irrefutably charming voice. White groaned inwardly (as much as a robot could groan) toward the one and only Cheshire Cat.<br/><br/>"Cheshire," White said stiffly, trying to stay as carefully neutral as possible in his speech. "What do you want?"<br/><br/>"Why, I"m hurt!" he said, "I can't run into my favorite non-human and just chat?" The grin on Cheshire's face seemed far too wide to fit,. With his madly spiked purple hair and cat eyes making his whole appearance seem almost impossible. White was sure he seemed creepy to humans this way, but he wasn't always the best judge of that.<br/><br/>"I don't think you can afford to be everywhere at once when you're supposed to be watching the station," White said plainly. "And I don't appreciate you shirking that duty by being here."<br/><br/>Chesh pouted. "Really, you're not going to be any fun today, are you?" he looked to the side, as if he heard something off behind him. "Fine, I'm needed elsewhere anyway. Next time I'll be sure to check for the stick up your ass first, hmm?"<br/><br/>White would have been shocked, and probably would have reprimanded Cheshire as if he were a normal member of the crew... but he knew the trickster too well, and even before he could think of the right words to say, Cheshire was already gone, vanished into thin air and leaving behind only a vague after image of his smile. White regarded the image only a minute before deciding to not try and understand the mad cat too hard. Instead he walked his way over to the main hall, where all the life was of the ship. All that crazy, mad, human life that puzzled and entranced White so...