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]

"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."

[mxglam]

"...I'd mostly not go. If I really had to I'd go to a free clinic."

[thinkering]

"You've had powers for ten years and you're broke?"

[mxglam]

"I've had any decent degree of control over my powers for one year."

[thinkering]

"If I offer to loan you enough to pay out of pocket to go to a regular doctor whose line doesn't wrap around the block, will you think it's worth going?"

[mxglam]

"No, not really. Like I said, at worst I have a cracked rib, and I'll find that out by tomorrow, and I've had worse. I can deal."

[thinkering]

"If you're positive..."

[mxglam]

"I am."

[thinkering]

"Okay."

[mxglam]

"...so, uh, before I go, uh. Um. Can- can you tell me when you want to discuss the, thing?"

[thinkering]

"To be perfectly honest I wasn't planning to bring it up."

[mxglam]

"Oh. Okay. I guess that's- reasonable. I should, probably go."

[thinkering]

"I mean I'm very flattered, just. I'm straight?"

[mxglam]

"Uh. That's- I mean-"

[mrglam]

"It doesn't sound like that big of a deal, considering?"

[thinkering]

"Isn't it? You didn't want to be just one thing for the press."

[mrglam]

"Well, I- it's complicated. I mean, I won't be able to be just- this, forever, all of the time. That I can't do. So if, if that's a requirement, then, yeah. I can't be just one thing, and imagining people, all over- everywhere, thinking of me as one thing or the other, forever, and expecting me to be- I mean, crap, now that I phrase it this way, I can't even imagine what that'd do with my power."

Deep sigh.

"But a lot of the time I'm. This."