• they/them

Variously known as NotE0157h7 and Zero_Democracy elsewhere.


The upper-corner of the door opposite the hinges buzzes when they step from the stairs and onto the catwalk. They go into Ruby's hypersaturated domain, and the magnetic bolt closes when Ruby takes her finger off one of the keys on the little terminal on her nightstand.

Lucas' exo is slumped in one side the sofa, and his clothes are spread across the rest of it, with Ruby's mixed in. He's face-down in bed next to her, buried in a pillow. There are bright-red scratches across his shoulder blades, although it's not drawn blood. Ruby's neck and shoulders are covered in hickies.

This is perhaps the one thing Jess couldn't fault these two for, and neither can lili, considering their relationship. Rho certainly looks like he can, though.

Ruby deliberately looks from him, to Lili. “Guess this isn't a threeway, then.”

Rho crosses his arms. “The fuck's that supposed to mean?”

“Love ya Lili, but you're not really my type.” She grins.

“Wouldn't turn her down offhand, man.” Lucas rolls himself out of the pillow. “Kickass air conditioning.”

“What, can I ask, is up?”

Ruby walks over to the dresser and starts pulling clothes on. She pulls the top drawer out, and steps into a pair of black panties she produces. Lili remembers the pistol.

Boa constrictor. Nine by twenty-one millimeter.

Rho gingerly relocates some clothes, and flops into the sofa next to the exo. He touches the replacement panel, bright pink faux-organic patterns sticking out between the dark pinstripes of the upholstery, and the austere carbon fiber and powder-coated metal of the rest of the suit. The lighting is warmer in the filtered late-afternoon sun, which is coming through the assortment of stained glass. The neon light is off, and some regular inset LED lights are illuminating the kitchen. The place is a little easier to deal with, now that it doesn't look like an old synth-noir game with VHS filters run over it.

I need to figure out where to pepper in the detail that Ruby had the last digits of her military prosthetic arm retooled, because not having killer nails on it was a bummer.


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