But there's something unutterably pleasant about curling up in a proper bed in pajamas and just sleeping. And then waking up and getting breakfast in those pajamas. So she does that, because immortality's a long unpleasant time if you don't enjoy the little things every now and then. Like adorable bunny slippers and soft pajamas and sleeping in.
She's midway through a fruity salad thing that counts as the standard fairy breakfast when she feels the summon. Showing up to a summon in pajamas? Eh. If they're proper summoners she bets they've seen worse, and she doesn't particularly care if they think she's unprofessional.
She puts her spoon down and accepts the summon.
It's on that new video website, YouTube, with a link back to it on the Parahumans Online Forums. It's not the first time Glam has done this, apparently, and also apparently the only unusual thing about their thirst for fame relative to many other villains is that they actually edit and upload the videos themself.
There's much speculation about what their power actually is. Some people are beginning to suspect another Eidolon, though for now they are mostly labeled tinfoil hats. Glam also edited out much of the conversation, so what Morgan might or might not have said is also target of speculation.
And Glam themself has a verified account which they use to be cryptic and mysterious at the expense of forum goers.
She messages Glam.
We can also talk here if you'd rather.
"It was hilarious," she admits, "but the Protectorate are not the right targets for looking ridiculous."
"I would expect nothing less, but you don't exactly tell someone whose ice cream you stole that you stole the television of some people that were terrible, you know?"
She flies over tothe Museum of Natural History, and waits for Glam to show up. She reads about the various war-torn areas of the world, trying to decide which she would like to conquer.
"You know, I can't actually walk into the Museum without getting the Protectorate called on me and I'm sure we'd both rather avoid that."
"Just a bit. I'm outside of it on a bench near the entrance, if that is sufficiently not-in-the-Museum to keep the Protectorate off of you?"
"How about flying above it? I'm standing on a floating thing the same color as the sky so it's hard to see me from below."
"Hi."
"So, as I was saying, the fact that I steal TVs from terrible people isn't what justifies stealing the ice cream."