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]

"...I mean, I'm going to try it, when I graduate."

[msglam]

"Right but I mean, can you find a way to verify that your power isn't doing stuff without telling you?"

[thinkering]

"Not without further uses of power to create sensors and stuff, and obviously if it's going to great lengths to hide itself that won't help."

[msglam]

"Yeah. Maybe some other tinker could do it?"

[thinkering]

"Unless the powers are all in cahoots."

[msglam]

"...not an easy hypothesis to disprove."

[thinkering]

"Yeah."

[msglam]

"Powers could stand to be less opaque," she sighs.

[thinkering]

"It'd be nice."

[msglam]

"Maybe enough non-tinker scientists could check every step of the way and figure it out...?"

[thinkering]

"Be a big project."

[msglam]

"It would, and might not even work, if historical evidence is anything to go by."

[thinkering]

"Yep."

[msglam]

"Maybe research into stuff like what that paper looks into will help figure it out," she says, getting her phone from her pocket.

[thinkering]

"Maybe. Seems unlikely we'll know for sure very soon though."

[msglam]

"Yeah," she shrugs, "but I'll probably keep up with the cutting edge research in the area, probably. I might've gone that way if I hadn't triggered, to be honest."

[thinkering]

"I could see that."

[msglam]

"Or something to do with people, but I'm not sure what I could do that'd have been as useful."

[thinkering]

"What kind of 'with people' do you mean, here, are we talking like teaching or like therapy or like sales?"

[msglam]

"Yes."

[thinkering]

"These are very different fields."

[msglam]

"I know, I just mean I don't know what kind of role I'd like, and I might have just gone on to research instead and have people as a hobby."

[thinkering]

"People as a hobby," snorts Lorica.

[msglam]

"The biggest downside to this alternate universe is of course that I never got to meet you."

[thinkering]

"Oh, maybe I could have rescued you from a burning building or something."