glam, meet your new best friend

[mrglam]

With Armsmaster's death, Miss Militia is promoted to team captain. Even with the losses, however, the Protectorate ENE doesn't get new capes - all teams got hit hard by the last Endbringer attack, and even though it was by all accounts a major victory, it did not cause capes to start lining up to join.

Days pass, and winter hits Brockton Bay. It's pretty mild, as winters go, but it's enough to drastically reduce criminal activity. The heroes have an altercation with white supremacists the following week, but nothing much comes of it, as cape muscle seems to prefer to remain comfortable inside. Capes nationwide are somewhat subdued, perhaps as the aftermath of the victory against Behemoth. Nothing much seems to change, however - the Simurgh continues to fly around in her unpredictable pattern, Leviathan continues to be impossible to locate, lurking in the depths of the ocean. The public gets hopelessly contradictory information about what really happened during the fight from unofficial sources, secretly fed from official ones to make sure people don't jump to the right conclusions, and the topic loses its momentum.

And all of this completely fails to distract Sadde, who seems to not be getting better from the post-battle funk. Or, at least, not straightforwardly better. The depression and fatalism turn - maybe not completely, but at least a bit - into unease and anxiety, or perhaps stir craziness. It is, after all, true that, other than for class, Sadde doesn't really leave HQ a whole lot, not since they reached the comfortable position of being able to patrol from the comfort of the console - of, in fact, being more effective when doing that, for the average uneventful patrol.

Fatalism, depression, anxiety, and unease, all combined into a Sadde-shaped ball, are currently floating upside down in Lorica's workshop, failing to read a book while she fugues.

Comments

[thinkering]

"In case you were wondering, don't pull that on me."

[mrglam]

"Haven't pulled that on anyone in months, wasn't planning on doing that to you, and anyway am pretty sure you'd be able to tell."

[thinkering]

"We never did reverse the Turing test. Although if I really didn't know first thing I'd squint."

[mrglam]

"Rewind did start doing that after a bit."

Back the copy is, with the phone!

[thinkering]

"A bit? How many times did you do this to her?"

[mrglam]

"Um. Like four. Maybe."

[thinkering]

"Sadde!"

[mrglam]

"What!"

[thinkering]

"That's not nice."

[mrglam]

"Well, she did get her revenge on me a couple of times, I'd say she and I are even."

[thinkering]

"What'd she do?"

[mrglam]

"Rewind me a few times. ...I don't know how many, seeing as I don't remember what happened then."

[thinkering]

Snort.

[mrglam]

"Dauntless doesn't treat my copies any differently than me, but Echo insists on trying to figure it out without squinting. I never did it to your dad."

[thinkering]

"I don't think he'd think it was very funny."

[mrglam]

"I don't, either. I wouldn't have done it to the others if I didn't think they wouldn't mind much."

[thinkering]

"You must be more confident in your guesses about what people will tend to mind than I usually am."

[mrglam]

"I'm... pretty confident in my guesses about people in general, yes."

[thinkering]

"What would you do if somebody was upset about it?"

[mrglam]

"Apologize and not do it again."

[thinkering]

"Fair enough."

[mrglam]

"But I correctly predicted neither your father nor you would appreciate it, and that Echo would enjoy the challenge of trying to figure me out, so I'm happy with my results."

[thinkering]

"Even though it got you rewound."

[mrglam]

"It was funny!"

[thinkering]

Snort.