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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[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?"

[mxglam]

"Talked to this lovely couple of very very rich people who seemed intent on calling me 'young man,' no matter how many times I politely corrected them, while they helpfully explained something or other about how to do my job better."

[thinkering]

"Was their advice as good as their manners?"

[mxglam]

"Bit worse."

[thinkering]

"Entertainingly, or...?"

[mxglam]

"I suppose it could have been entertaining if the misgendering wasn't irking me and if they weren't acting so condescending about it. One would imagine that if only they had powers all problems of the world would be solved."

[thinkering]

"Ah. That's a type. I grew out of it when I was like ten, I guess they skipped that milestone."

[mxglam]

"A 'type'?"

[thinkering]

"People who think the world would be fine if only they personally had powers, but, like, good powers, not ones that were inconvenient in any way or bad for their tactical style, and also their trigger event doesn't make them any less psychologically effective and they have a lot of charisma that works on incompatible factions all at the same time and money is no object. Those people."

[mxglam]

"Ah." Pause. "You know, even when I'm in the 'I am invincible' character I don't think I've ever been that confident." Other pause. "Behemoth when I was seven might've had something to do with that, though," they whisper, and hug the robot again.