...besides. i don't really care about what a bunch of randos call me, at the end of the day.

[He paused, taking a moment to break his line of sight with his monitor screen and look around his room.]

that 24... called me dad once. it was an accident, and she got all super embarrassed, but... heh.

[He located a string of photos with 24 and that mephone he insisted on them taking together for some "cute memories," only for him to photobomb at the last moment by bursting into the little room and acting like a dinosaur.]

never... stopped thinkin about it.

[There was a get well soon card hung on the wall with some flowers pressed into it from when he fell of his dirtbike during a stunt and had to get emergency re-soldering work for a dislodged chip on his mainboard; a scary moment that almost did him in.]

[...Much of the text in the long paragraph on it was smudged beyond readability the day it was read to him from his hospital bed from many, many tears.]

[He smiled at the memories, playing idly with a piece of his desk that was chipping off.]

you'll make more names for yourself, too, from all the people you'll meet. and you'll be the one to pick the ones that matter most.

-🗡️

[It was quiet at that, keeping that close to itself. It doesnt know why, but "Taggy" really valued these pieces of data... information that was told personally to just It. Not just fished from a database...]

I do hope so. I truly do.

[From that point on, its little feet carried them down the halls- and funny enough. There was not another tag that showed its presence. It was more cautious though. Q's appearance had really shook them up!]

[Eventually it walked into a large room- honestly it looked like it was the faculty's storage system. Cardboard boxes, packaged resources-... it wasnt until it went to far east end of the room that it was apparent what it went here for.]

[There was a slightly scuffed up white package, about the same size as the little tag- with its likeness plastered on the front. It was open out though, and on its back. Inside was a perfectly shaped circular space in the protective padding. Made for it.]

I dont know what I am to do... I am not aware of where the exit is, and even if i did, Im... scared what would happen if I stepped out alone.

[It rubbed its hand against its optic in just a bit of stress]

Would there be a floorplan i could get ahold of, maybe..? If only I could access what Q had access to.... I bet Q knows where the exit is....-

[As it was speaking, though-]

[BZZZZ! BZZZZ!!]

[A notification buzzed its way through Blayd- probably some form of text.]