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.

Comments

[thinkering]

"Ooh, neat, that's going on the list for future tests to see how broadly you can apply it!" she says.

"Hello, Glam," says Transit. "Good to properly meet you."

[mxglam]

"Hi, Mr. Transit! It's good to meet you too." They bite back a number of things they think to say that would not be appropriate, and just smile.

[thinkering]

"Just Transit," says Transit, sounding amused. His helmet is designed a lot like Lorica's; he flips it up to eat grapes.

[mxglam]

Glam grabs food and eats it through the mask. It does, in fact, go through! Bullshit is the best!

[alicornucopia]

Windflower says, "Are you going to be weird like Lorica and not take your mask off even in here?"

[mxglam]

"...can you ask me this again tomorrow?"

[alicornucopia]

"Whhhhy?"

[mxglam]

"I'll explain tomorrow!"

[alicornucopia]

"Why are you being weird?" asks Windflower.

[mxglam]

"Oh, love, that question I can't promise to answer even tomorrow. I'm just really really weird. Would a normal person have emojis on their face?"

[alicornucopia]

"Don't call me love," exclaims Windflower.

Boots snickers.

[mxglam]

"Sorry, was just an expression. Didn't mean anything by it. Won't use it again."

[peterxy]

"So, Glam, what exactly is it you do?" asks Dauntless, who's apparently called Mark.

Echo, whose name is Willow, picks at her food and doesn't seem to be comfortable about joining in the conversation.

[mxglam]

"Conjuration of things, some limits that shrink with time and practice; changing how things behave, also has limits that shrink with time and practice. This suit and this mask are both conjured. Look, I can make a floating golf ball." And one appears, in a self-fulfilling prophecy. "Stuff I neglect disappears after about thirty minutes unless I pay attention to it again."

[alicornucopia]

"Are you naked under there?" leers Boots. "If you forget to pay attention to your suit?"

[mxglam]

Oh, so that's what Lorica meant. "Don't you wish you knew?"

[peterxy]

"Boots," Dauntless sighs. "Glam has just arrived."

[alicornucopia]

"She got here last night," Boots objects.

"I thought it was a guy?" says Windflower uncertainly.

"No way," snorts Boots.

[mxglam]

[peterxy]

Dauntless raises an eyebrow but doesn't comment.

[thinkering]

"Lorica did... Glam's... power testing," says Windflower tentatively. "Um, since Glam's being weird about it will you say?"

"Neither," says Lorica.

"I heard both," remarks Miss Militia, leaning around Drupe to furrow her brow at the conversation.

[mxglam]

"Both and neither is a good description," Glam agrees.

[alicornucopia]

"I am confused again," says Miss Militia.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" demands Boots.

[mxglam]

"I'm weird," shrugs Glam. "Gender is one of the things I'm weird about."

Armsmaster glances at them then resumes his conversation with Miracle Max.

[alicornucopia]

"So you're some kind of freaky fag -" begins Boots.

"Language," snaps Chevalier.

"What do you want me to call it, then, what's the PC way to say that?"

Chevalier is momentarily nonplussed, then says, "You could ask Glam how they'd prefer to be talked about."