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]

"I didn't know they'd make a federal case out of it! I have barely started patrolling yet and I'm already fucking it all up, Yates was right, I can't fix any fucking thing-"

[thinkering]

A robot lands on their shoulder and nuzzles against their neck.

"It'll blow over," sighs Lorica.

[mxglam]

"I could deny it all. Say, say they forced me to do it, coerced me, lied to me, make their case that much weaker. Piggot and Yates didn't abuse me, they- they could've treated me better but I'm not some whiny baby that can't take that, oh Scion I'm some whiny baby that can't take that aren't I."

[thinkering]

"They don't technically need you, I don't think."

[mxglam]

"Why not. What's even their case?"

[thinkering]

"Their case is they can outspend the Protectorate and they look really, really good to the public and any given Protectorate department would rather instantly knuckle under than risk getting into a legal contest."

[mxglam]

"Damn it. Fuck. Fucking shit." Glam swearing a lot. They're not very good at it, clearly, but still. "Well then why did they even need me to come to them? Why didn't they just push for this before?"

[thinkering]

"Waiting for moments like that is how they look really good to the public. But they have the social capital to spend down if you don't help."

[mxglam]

"Ugh. I need to- I need- need-"

They

[mrglam]

stop. They land, hugging their knees again and burying their face on them.

[thinkering]

The robot bleeps in their ear.

"You need...?"

[mrglam]

"...never mind," he says into his knees, his voice muffled.

[thinkering]

"You sure?"

[mrglam]

"...no, but it's- might be- I dunno, weird."

[thinkering]

"What is it?"

[mrglam]

"...a hug." Wince.

[thinkering]

Lorica clonks down on the floor next to him and hugs him.

[mrglam]

That... is...

It's not the most comfortable thing ever but he leans on her anyway and absolutely does not let her see his face.

[thinkering]

Her armor's actually pretty flexible, but it is indeed not designed for hugging.

[mrglam]

"...fucking crappy timing, fucking shit, goddamnit," he mumbles.

[thinkering]

"Hm?"

[mrglam]

"So you remember how I said I like looking at my brain and introspecting and figuring myself out and stuff?"

[thinkering]

"A hobby we share."

[mrglam]

"Right. Ssoo. I just did some of it."

[thinkering]