endbringer, meet gun

[peterxy]

...Very unseasonable rains can be seen in the distance from the shores of Acapulco.

The Brockton Bay Protectorate starts organizing volunteers to be transported or teletransported in batches to it. Heroes, rogues, villains, anyone's assistance is appreciated. A rendez-vous point is set for non-Protectorate capes wishing to volunteer, and Protectorate capes are informed of the situation via communication devices.

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[mxglam]

Glam doesn't send the bot any more messages, since it's quite unlikely they'll get to Lorica anyway.

What are the reports saying...? A news website might help, as well. Are they wondering about Glam's identity? Inquiring minds want to know!

[alicornucopia]

The press release from the Protectorate and one from its smaller Mexican equivalent has just broken. Glam's name appears in it, credited with "three hits of varying efficacy" and "working with Brockton Bay Ward, Lorica, and Guadalajara hero, Santuario". Six paragraphs down, but they're there.

[mxglam]

Hrrmmm. They think they deserve way more than just that mention!

But at least now they can resurrect their wiki profile and people won't say they're made up!

...except they just got back from an Endbringer fight and wow are they tired they might just go to bed and oh nope passed out before getting there.

[thinkering]

The Protectorate crowd politely mourn Antares and Althaea and then resume normal operations.

Patrol patrol.

[mxglam]

Guess who?

[thinkering]

"Hi."

[mxglam]

"Hello. I'm sorry for your losses."

[thinkering]

"Thanks."

[mxglam]

...man is that a way to kill a conversation.

Patrol patrol.

[thinkering]

Patrol patrol.

[mxglam]

...Glam cannot spend that much time without talking.

Well they can but. It's not in their nature.

"How're things at the Protectorate post-attack?"

[thinkering]

"Quiet. Althaea shouldn't have been there but she thought it was worth a try. But she had no business getting that close to him in the first place and we still don't know if it could've worked."

[mxglam]

"Yeah..."

Well some of Glam's cheer about the attack did drain away over the past few days, but still, talk about bucket of cold water.

[thinkering]

"You did a good job. Is this setting private enough for you?"

[mxglam]

Glam blinks - mask and all - and looks around. "Uh. Yeah, I suppose."

[thinkering]

"Nobody but me and my bots. I have a guess, but I don't know how close I am except 'close enough, probably'."

[mxglam]

"...I don't suppose I could ask you to forget about it?"

[thinkering]

"You need somebody backing you up. I get it if I'm not your first choice here but at least get an unpowered assistant to cheer you on."

[mxglam]

Cheer them on. Right. "That's- okay, what's your guess?"

[thinkering]

"Something in the neighborhood of expectations or attention or social support. There was no good reason for you to have me tell everybody I possibly could about the laser unless it's something like that or you were just fucking with everybody during an Endbringer battle."

[mxglam]

"I would not fuck with everybody during an Endbringer battle, no," they say quietly.

[thinkering]

"That wasn't my read on you, either. I got a reprimand for that, you know? All 'yes, I understand that placing bets on the comms mid-combat is inappropriate' and 'I am sorry for my out-of-character behavior' and 'I didn't mean to disappoint you', it was tons of fun, so did I at least help?"

[mxglam]

"Yes. Second blast was definitely stronger, though it could have been better, I think. The bet part- best if we avoid that part in the future." Still quietly.

[thinkering]

"Wasn't planning to replicate it."

[mxglam]

"...it would help if lots of people expected it to work next time. Actually if they expected it to work better that'd be, well, better."