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

[mrglam]

"Yeah," she sighs, and does not switch because shirtless. "You're great, you know. I love you."

[thinkering]

"I love you too." She starts putting things back on.



(So frustrating. Why does she have to be straight?)

[mrglam]

(This never really bothered her much - but on the other hand, this is the first time she switched right in the middle of, well. And it's probably at least partly because of meeting Chelsea yesterday. Ugh.)

She conjures a shirt and-

[msglam]

-switches. "I'm sorry about it."

[thinkering]

"It's okay." Scritch. Back on goes the armor.

[msglam]

Sigh. "Anyway, that's why I don't mind it much if Rewind rewinds me."

[thinkering]

"All right."

[msglam]

"Not the gender thing, I mean, the whole thing we were talking about before I got distracted by how seductive you are."

[thinkering]

"Yeah, I figured."

[msglam]

(She is really seductive and really straight and that is slightly annoying ngh.)

"The solution is of course to become post-human immortal mind uploads with access to our source code and backups and stuff."

[thinkering]

"Sounds like a plan. And then ruling the world as a software Tinker will be much easier."

[msglam]

"...hmm, I wonder if we'd keep our powers upon being uploaded, though."

[thinkering]

"...Good question."

[msglam]

"We'll probably need to figure out a lot more about how powers connect to people before getting there, I guess."

[thinkering]

"Yeah. I wouldn't like to go without mine."

[msglam]

"I... don't think I'd mind losing mine all that much if it was a necessary part of becoming an emulation?"

[thinkering]

"Well, yours is kind of different, if we're assuming the sim quality is any good you could replace most of its effects. Mine's about how I think and can think and cannot be made to think."

[msglam]

"But having full access to and edit rights for your source code would obviate the need, wouldn't it?"

[thinkering]

"In principle, if we assume nobody can hack me. Not for my tinker power."

[msglam]

"The hacking problem would still be there regardless of your thinker power, though, and if you were an em you might be able to actually develop your tinker knowledge in a way that's not nebulous sourceless ideas."

[thinkering]

"Maybe. We don't know how tinker bullshit actually works well enough to guess if that would cut it."

[msglam]

"Well, whatever it is you're doing is actually doable, so it should be possible to figure it out..."

[thinkering]

"It's been speculated that tinkers are actually not tinkers, that we have some kind of other power holding stuff together."

[msglam]

"...what, like, teekay holding their machines together or something?"

[thinkering]

"Nothing that obvious but that's the idea. Some low-key Shaker-sorta power."