#I cannot believe I have Page in a futuristic setting but not Bind or Official

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Tagged By: @spacetimewraithwrites over here My Words: bind, raw, page, fair, official Tagging: @asomeoneperson, @ashen-crest, @kaiusvnoir, @winterandwords, @concealeddarkness13 and anyone else who would like to join! (As always, please don't feel pressured or rushed!) Your Words: No, Bath, Work, Cancel, and Wound

Bind Secure

Beau and Ryker had been nearby when the report of another suspected infected AI. They were ordered to barricade the apartment complex but not to enter until a breach team arrived. A few more patrol units trickled in to help secure the back of the building, Garnet was one of them. “Kinda becoming a thing, huh?” Was his welcome, glancing at Beau as if he were the one infected. Ryker stepped in his way, shaking his head. “If you’re here, you’re here to work.”

Raw

"I got one up here!" the operative bellowed, firing his gun. A live round. Beau scrambled on hands and knees to move, shot grazing his shoulder and splitting a line. Desperate he shouldered the door of a conference room open where detectives took part in a presentation. "Everybody down!" Another shot. Beau covered his head, leaping through solarglass and out into daylight. He trusted his system to angle his descent, landing roughly to roll on his side. [Redacted] paused in the window checking to see if he were alive, worth the jump. "Beau!" Garnet yelled from somewhere in the parking lot. "Garnet?!" Beau cried out, raw and frantic, scrambling to his feet. He could hear an engine running but couldn't identify where until the yellow bike peeled out from around a row. Beau clambered to move, leaping on hearing [Redacted] thunder a landing behind them.

Page

“Uh, Beau,” Lora leaned to peer inside. “Are the cats eating at the table?” They all stepped in, Valetta chuckling. “Oh my gah, I’m putting this on my page.” She began swiping at her wristband, taking photos. “Beau, cats don’t eat at the table. They’re fine on the floor.” “Oh…” | But you wouldn’t listen to me. | Pax chimed in. “Well, they have wonderful table manners. Maybe just for a special occasion, since Ryker isn’t here.” Beau tried, feeling the scramble of processes swell again.

Fair

“You look like you need this.” Lora stepped around her desk, offering out a cup of coffee before pulling a chair over to sit beside her. “Did you even get lunch?” “I mean, at this rate?” Valetta waved to the phone, laughing to take off the edge. “You need a break then.” Lora leaned over, tapping the busy notification on the phone and leaning back. "Fair enough." “Besides, I don’t think Garnet has picked up the phone once today. Too busy talking with his Tamagotchi.” She thumbed across the way, over Midland’s head where Beau sat on the edge of Garnet’s desk.

(un)official

|I shouldn’t drink it.| Huffing the scent from his sensors, he lowered the cup to rest on a knee. Reviewing the situation, he now knew it would have been better to alert nurse Parker he was an A.I. and politely decline the offer. Now it would be wasted. “Think you deserve it, don’t you?” Ryker’s rasp surprised him. Beau turned to find his eyes open, staring from his pillow. With an acute nod, Ryker’s gaze flickered to the cup in reference. “Give it a try.” Beau checked the cup, unsure now how long Ryker had been conscious and watching. He hadn’t even noticed his vitals change. “Can I?” “After that mess we were in? Knock yourself out.” |That’s an expression. He’s being unofficial and playful. He must be okay.|