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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[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.

[thinkering]

"Make a boat wreck, send the copy through it and straight into a real one?"

[mxglam]

They look around and find a place where the conjured wreck is mostly hidden from any potential onlookers, and conjure it. "You know what to do," they say, and the Siberian copy jumps onto the fake boat's hull, making a Siberian copy-shaped hole on it, running all the way across it and tearing through everything like it wasn't there, then at the real boat-

That's quite a large dent. But it is still just a dent.

[thinkering]

"Well, that's frustrating."

[mxglam]

"Yes. Yes it is. And it doesn't actually tell us whether it's believing hard enough or an actual limitation."

[thinkering]

"There might not actually be a way to distinguish the two."

[mxglam]

"Perhaps..."

[thinkering]

"Perhaps?"