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]

"...hm. Could be worse. I wonder if they'd be willing to sell that domain."

[thinkering]

"They bought it for several thousand dollars."

[mxglam]

"Riiiight. Guess not. Yet, at any rate." Sigh. "Now even if I do get Glam dot net, or any other domain, there's the problem of actually designing the website. I'm terribly not very art... istic..."

[thinkering]

"Me either," says Lorica. "Does it have to be fancy? You could just slap the videos up there, centered, most recent on top. Maybe publish an email if you want."

[mxglam]

"Fancy's better, people will be more likely to want to watch it if it looks fancy. And two ideas occur to me: branding and Echo."

[thinkering]

"I hear they've narrowed the candidates down to two for a new Branding person. And, yes, Echo, definitely talk to Echo."

[mxglam]

"Two? Having a Branding person for ourselves would definitely help. Any idea when they'll pick?"

[thinkering]

"Probably soon. Maybe within a day or two."

[mxglam]

"Well, it can wait for that, then, I can release it next Saturday instead." Pause. "...I wonder if they'll react well to me, after the Yates incident."

[thinkering]

"No idea."

[mxglam]

Sigh. "Well, no use worrying about it now, and in the end this is their job."

[thinkering]

"Yeah."

[mxglam]

"I think I'm gonna go find something no one will miss and have the Siberian break it."

[thinkering]

"Do you want me to come?"

[mxglam]

"There are very few times when the answer to that question will not be 'yes.'"

[thinkering]

"Are you making crude jokes, Glam?"

[mxglam]

"I am making innuendos!"

[thinkering]

"On a more serious note when I got sick of people making the 'I've had several hairs cut!' joke I started completely rephrasing my remarks on people's adjusted hairstyles, so don't overdo that kinda thing."

[mxglam]

"Sorry," they laugh. "But innuendo or no, it was a true answer."

[thinkering]

"All right, off we go then."

[mxglam]

"Alright!" Pause. "...where? Boat wreck?"

[thinkering]

"Seems like a reasonable choice."

[mxglam]

Off they go, then!

After reaching a reasonably isolated spot and making sure no one was looking, Glam conjures a striped copy, appropriately covered. It touches the hull of a boat. "Here goes nothing," says original, and the copy pushes, causing the boat to get a hand-shaped dent.

What does not happen is the copy's hand going through the hull like it was made of butter.

[thinkering]

"I don't know how to tell if this is a real limit or you not believing hard enough."

[mxglam]

"Ugh! I don't, either. You!" They point a finger at their copy. "You pinched my other copy's hand off. Why aren't you doing the same to the boat?"

The copy shrugs, and tries again. Still no butter.