internet, meet [insert title of glam's webseries]

[mxglam]

To Glam's continued delight, more kissing sessions happen on the following days (when they're feeling like a boy). They haven't met her parents as her official boyfriend or girlfriend or whatever yet, and don't mind it too much.

News about Purity's escape surprises exactly no one, but the Protectorate's reputation suffers a blow because of the attack; after all, the heroes were beaten on their home turf. The PHO forums are abuzz, though rumors of Glam's death at the hands of Hookwolf (probably started by same) prove largely unfounded.

And Glam really should get to their webisodes and start building a steadier rep. And that's (one of the reasons) why they're in Lorica's workshop a few days later.

"So what should I do? I haven't posted anything since Purity, should probably make this more of a habit."

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[mxglam]

"Alright, camera, lights, action!" they say to themself. "Hi! I'm Glam. I'm a Brockton Bay Ward that joined about three months ago. I also caused quite a bit of damage against Leviathan and Behemoth in the past two fights! I'll publish some more footage of it later, but here you can enjoy a snippet of me making lizard butt burn." They grin at the camera, probably giving it some time to display the snippet they'll add when editing later.

[thinkering]

Lorica's giggles are silent through her helmet filtration.

[mxglam]

"'So Glam,' you may be asking, 'how did you do it? Are you an energy gun Tinker?' Which is a good guess! But I draw attention to footage of the fight where we beat Nazis up. I draw particular attention to this," and at this moment they conjure a mirror.

"So, the thing I can do is conjure things, things that do whatever I want them to do. This mirror reflects energy and light blasts. This is a seeking stun gun whose bolts follow its target. This is a golf ball. It floats." They conjure the named things, demonstrating the floating golf ball.

"The more I do something, the better it gets, and the more it can do, forever. When I invented this gun, it wasn't a seeking gun. And even if I don't do something, doing other things helps, too.

"The goal, here, is of course to kill the Endbringers. The plan: practice enough that I get to do that! So I'm gonna do that, and show you guys my progress, and keep fighting them, until they're dead and gone. Aaaand cut."

[thinkering]

Lorica's mid-fugue, but the bot says in her voice, "Cute."

[mxglam]

"Mmhm! I am that," they agree. "I'ma need to edit this and stuff, and then publish it. I'll go grab my laptop."

[thinkering]

Shoulderbot: goes on shoulder.

[mxglam]

Glam: goes back to their room. They return a few minutes later, with their laptop. "Send me the video?" they ask the bot.

[thinkering]

Here it is!

[mxglam]

And now: editing!

Editing takes a while, and is fiddly work. They're not a software Tinker like Lorica, so they use various video and audio editing tools to make it look and sound good. They record a few parts again, changing phrasing or intonation or speed, and bring it all together.

[thinkering]

"Do you want to wait until Lorica can watch before you publish? Do you want your own domain?" the bot asks.

[mxglam]

"Yes to both, for sure. The domain should be-"

...

"Uh. I haven't. Actually thought of a name for it."

[thinkering]

"Glam dot com is taken," apologizes the bot.

[mxglam]

"Yeah. That'd have been cool, but I'm not surprised. I think I'll wait for her to defugue to brainstorm."

[thinkering]

"Estimate twenty minutes."

[mxglam]

"Okay! What's she building, today?"

[thinkering]

"She's going through my reactions to recent data sets and refining my algorithms based on that."

[mxglam]

"That sounds cool! I'm kinda really curious about what your code even looks like."

[thinkering]

"It's all in Lorica's own programming language."

[mxglam]

"And that is kinda hot. Having invented a programming language, that is."

[thinkering]

"It's pretty typical for software Tinkers."

[mxglam]

"Maybe so, but I'm in love with this particular software Tinker, so. Hot."

[thinkering]

"I'm telling her you said that," singsongs the bot.

[mxglam]

"Please and thank you."

[thinkering]

It giggles Lorica's giggle.

[mxglam]

They hug the shoulderbot and wait.