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]

Pat pat.

Off goes Lorica.

[msglam]

So she goes flop on her bed and unlocks her phone and-

-texts Chelsea. 'Morning.

[hold_dear]

A moment's delay, a moment's anxiety about whether she'll answer -

Good morning!

[msglam]

Yes, good, okay. Everything's fine.

How're you today?

[hold_dear]

I'm okay, kind of at a loose end though. You?

[msglam]

I'm alright, too. Why loose end?

[hold_dear]

Oh, I was going to go to a museum with somebody but he canceled.

[msglam]

Oh, that's a shame. What museum was it?

(Should she go with Chelsea instead...? She'd have to return to boy shape and do something less obviously supernatural than the shapeshifting...)

[hold_dear]

The boat museum you recommended.

[msglam]

Cool. Who were you going with?

[hold_dear]

A friend who moved away a long time ago but it turned out he was here; but he can't make it and he's going out of town...

[msglam]

Oh I'm sorry, that's too bad

She presses send, but her thumbs hover over the keyboard for a bit...

What say you we go together? she sends immediately after.

[hold_dear]

I'd love to - You're not busy?

[msglam]

I'll be a bit busy starting an hour from now for a couple of hours, but after that I'm free all afternoon and evening.

[hold_dear]

I can shuffle some things around, I'd love to see you.

[msglam]

Awesome! The thing I have might overrun (less than an hour for sure) though so I'll text you?

[hold_dear]

I'll be waiting.

[msglam]

Cool, see you later!

So she grabs her phone and resumes reading the paper from earlier, then suits up and goes patrolling, hovering after Miss Militia on her bike. Patrol is uneventful and ends roughly when expected, but instead of returning to the PHQ with Miss Militia Sadde lands somewhere unobserved and texts Chelsea.

Hello again!

[hold_dear]

Hi! How was your morning?

[msglam]

It was fine, not very interesting, how about yours?

[hold_dear]

Pretty good. Saw a movie and wandered around town.

[msglam]

Well I'm free now, so how about we meet up and you tell me all about it in person?

[hold_dear]

Sure! Where should I find you?

[msglam]

The museum?

[hold_dear]

So they meet at the museum, and:

"Oh, look at you, you're so pretty!"