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]

The bots let the youth guard person in.

"What energetic little guards you have."

"I'm so sorry if they kept you waiting!" chirps Lorica. "They're autonomous and didn't recognize you! How can I help you?"

"I'm just having a look around," says Al. "Hi, Glam. So, Lorica, as long as I'm here anyway I wanted to make sure you aren't up at all hours, tinkering...?"

"Oh no," Lorica says, saccharine sweet. "I get a full eight hours every night. My dad and I go home at the same time most days! He can probably tell you everything you might want to know."

"Mm-hm. And you're not working through your lunch break...?"

"Three squares a day, plus," Lorica indicates her fruit bowl. "You'll forgive me if I don't demonstrate! I take my identity really seriously."

"That's fine, that's fine," says Al. "Glam, how about you?"

[mxglam]

"I'm fine. Calmed down some. Sorry for my outburst." They almost say 'must've been the teenage hormones.'

[alicornucopia]

"That's good to hear. And you've probably not been around enough to have any sleep disruption, but they're not looking covetously at your mealtimes or nights...?"

[mxglam]

"Not as far as I know! And I'm just starting anyway, very light workload for the time being. I'm being transferred to Arcadia on Monday, too."

[thinkering]

"Ah, shouldn't tell anybody anything that specific," says Al, wagging a finger. "Well, that's all good to hear. I'll leave you two be now." Off he goes.

"Fucking nuisance," says Lorica.

[mxglam]

"I almost, almost made itching powder appear in his underwear. I would've done it too if it weren't so easy to trace to me."

[thinkering]

"Mm-hm."

[mxglam]

They sigh and put their face on their hands. They're not crying anymore, but still quite very upset.

[thinkering]

"You okay?"

[mxglam]

"Nnnnoooo. I am not okay. I am, like, the opposite of okay. If okay were a number I would be the negative of that number. And that seems to happen too often and now my brain is being stupid about how I'm- oh god this is so ridiculously childish, my brain is going all 'you are ruining her image of you,' Jesus Christ stop being so fucking self-centered Glam."

[thinkering]

[mxglam]

"I should probably go. Wait for Piggot to scream at me or Boots to hit me a few more times or something."

[thinkering]

"Boots hit you?"

[mxglam]

"Slammed me against a wall a couple of times, no big deal."

[thinkering]

"Getting slammed into a wall a couple times by a Brute is kind of a big deal. Why, though?"

[mxglam]

"...cause I brought the Youth Guard here? He said something about breathing down our necks for a week or something. I did add some armor padding to my back before he hit me, though, I didn't want to be broken in two."

[thinkering]

"I don't know why Boots in particular would be mad about it, though. If anything this gives him freer rein. Reduces how much he can be disciplined for being himself all the time. They could cut his hours, but he's never seemed to like patrolling, and if they levy a fine and it comes out of his budget it's not like he uses it for anything."

[mxglam]

Shrug. "I can't claim to understand him, he won't let me."

[thinkering]

"Yeah, me either, not that I've put a ton of effort into it. You're sure you're okay? Physically I mean."

[mxglam]

"Yeah. I mean, I have a few bruises that I'm going to feel in the morning- well, it's the morning, but you know what I mean. I've had worse. I'm pretty sure I didn't crack a rib."

[thinkering]

"You could go to the doctor about it..."

[mxglam]

"Don't wanna get him in more trouble, I'll know by tomorrow if I've cracked a rib."

[thinkering]

"You don't have to tell the doctor what happened," Lorica points out.

[mxglam]

"Unless it's not a Protectorate doctor, I'm pretty sure they can guess."

[thinkering]

"I was thinking not a Protectorate doctor, whoever you'd go to out of costume."