brockton bay, meet glam

[mxglam]

It's the anniversary. Glam would very much not like to celebrate.

It’s their last day on Winslow High - they’re being transferred to Arcadia on Monday - and also their last day without a patrol schedule assigned.

And the PRT released a small announcement on its website about Glam joining the Wards. Now their wiki page doesn’t get erased, of course - they’re no longer speculative. They wonder what it’s got on them.

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[thinkering]

Lorica finishes the last couple bites of sandwich, her helmet clamps down, and she says, "Suit yourself."

And she builds a robot.

[mrglam]

And he starts watching.

And either because it really is that interesting or because he doesn't have anything better to do or because he really likes spending time with her even without being sociable or a combination of those, he does not in fact leave after ten minutes.

Or thirty.

He mmmmiiiight be starting to get bored if it starts pushing an hour.

[thinkering]

Lorica finishes a robot. She starts on another robot. As always she has no visible facial expression, but she's very absolutely focused on her work. Sometimes robots bring her things. Sometimes she reaches for tools without turning her head.

[mrglam]

His attention is renewed when she starts the new robot. He wants to see where she does things differently there.

[thinkering]

It looks... mostly the same. This one has slightly longer arm parts.

[mrglam]

Alright. Now he's actually bored, though he doesn't really want to leave, 'cause. Well. He's with his crush, what'd you expect?

Eventually he decides to go back to his room to grab a couple of books and then return, assuming a bot will open the door for him when he does.

[thinkering]

The bots let him in.

Tinker tinker.

[mrglam]

He sits cross-legged by Lorica, not getting in her way and mostly reading his books, sometimes looking up to see how far she is in that particular robot or whether any emerging differences from the previous ones are obvious thus far.

[thinkering]

The third one is a different color and has a bigger lens on two sides.

[mrglam]

Whee!

...if it reaches the fourth hour he'll probably get back to his room and browse or something. There's only so much warm fuzziness can do.

[thinkering]

The robots don't interrupt her and she does not interrupt herself.

[mrglam]

Yeah, out he goes, then.

[thinkering]

There's a fundraiser coming up. Capes are to all be there, in costume (clean, well-maintained costume), be polite to rich people, and by their presence encourage attendance encouraging donations. Lorica polishes her armor; if Sadde's in her workshop at the right time he might see her ungloved hand or socked foot (but she has an old helmet for when she's working on the current one). She is pale and slimly formed and not covered in warts or spider anatomy.

[mrglam]

Sadde's costume is always pristine, of course, courtesy of being imaginary, so he's in her workshop at the right time. He's... slightly irked at being a he, at the moment, but since it'll be for only a short while he still thinks the 'be a cute boy around Lorica' plan is a good one.

"No warts," he says, grinning.

[thinkering]

"No, you caught me, I am wartless on at least my hands."

[mrglam]

"This fundraiser thing sounds fun. Can I do parlor tricks? Magic decks of cards? What are we supposed to do at one anyway?"

[thinkering]

"Mill around. Eat hors d'oeuvres if you like. You could probably offer to do stage magic type things if you find someone who'll play along."

[mrglam]

"They'll probably call it cheating, and they will be right." He shrugs. "Hors d'oeuvres are fine. Will we socialize with the rich and famous? Can you tell me in a stern voice not to duck this up and provoke the wrong person?"

[thinkering]

"How stern do you want it?" she asks, putting her glove back on and pulling off a boot.

[mrglam]

"Hmm... how about 'mother who is tired of her kid's shiz'?"

[thinkering]

Lorica snorts. "I'll try." She spins on her stool. "Sadde, literally everyone at this gathering is there specifically because they are rich, they are powerful, and they like aiming these features at the PRT and Protectorate-related causes. If anybody walks out of this event thinking that such a cause ought to be 'putting you in your place', you won't have a nice rest of your Ward tenure. No shenanigans, no spiking the punch, no getting anyone to bet on one of your card tricks no matter how many yachts they claim to own, if you can't manage charming then dig deep down and find 'stoic', capisce?"

[mrglam]

"Oh my. That did not elicit the right response in me at all."

[thinkering]

"What'd I do wrong?"

[mrglam]

"Nothing, it's just that coming from you in particular, that was." Pause. "Somewhat attractive."

'Kinda hot' was what he'd had in mind, but no reason to put it quite like that.

[thinkering]

"Well, I hope it doesn't inspire you to foolishness at the fundraiser. Whether it's attractive is orthogonal to the point but I was not hoping to be literally anti-effective."