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]

"If you want me to give it scary bits next time I upgrade it..."

[mxglam]

"Well as long as you're offering..."

[thinkering]

"Should I not be encouraging this while in a state of," handwave, "not?"

[mxglam]

"...not?"

[thinkering]

"Not planning to go anywhere with it."

[mxglam]

"Oh." Ponder. "Well. I mean. It's kinda the next best thing? And I won't say it doesn't make me hopeful, but at the same time unless you personally dislike..." Handwave. "Causing these things, or I'm acting in some way that makes you uncomfortable, I don't see the harm. I expect I'll be the first to know - well, maybe the second, if you count your AIs - when slash if you change your mind, so in the meantime I get to enjoy your presence and personality and all that entails."

[thinkering]

"So I may help myself to arbitrary amounts of flattery and you will not write angry rants on the Internet about my reprehensible behavior."

[mxglam]

"...yes you may, no I won't, why would I even do that."

[thinkering]

"It seems kind of popular."

[mxglam]

Blink. "Someone's been writing on the internet about your reprehensible behavior?"

[thinkering]

"Not mine, about girls they have crushes on in general."

[mxglam]

"Oh. That's. Very dumb. Why- why would anyone even do that? That is not how crushes work."

[thinkering]

"I can't claim to have a really good handle on the psychology involved."

Chevalier comes up to them and puts a hand on each of their shoulders. "You two should take in the party. Talk to some people. On your best behavior," he adds.

Glam's robot jumps on their shoulder, once.

[mxglam]

"Yeah, good idea!"

[thinkering]

Lorica salutes - it's hard to tell if she's doing it ironically - and goes off into the crowd.

[mxglam]

Glam goes after the hors d'oeuvres because food is not only a good in itself, but also a good conversation starter.

On the way there, though, they murmur to the robot, "So you like lots of flattery. That's good to know."

[thinkering]

"It'll get you everywhere, didn't you know?" the robot whispers back.

[mxglam]

"Hmm. That is definitely interesting information."

[thinkering]

Giggle.

[mxglam]

Presently: hors d'oeuvres! Glam eats them through their mask.

And look, rich people eating hors d'oeuvres! They should talk.





Later: "Hey Lorica?"

[thinkering]

"Mm?"

[mxglam]

"Can you reassure me that not everyone in this party is a misgendering ball of snot?"

[thinkering]

"I have not snuck out to stargaze on the roof."

[mxglam]

"You know what I meant." Pet pet the cute robot.

[thinkering]

"I don't otherwise have a complete tally of who here is and isn't a misgendering mucus sphere. What happened?"