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...very unseasonable rains can be seen in the distance from the shores of Acapulco.
The Brockton Bay Protectorate starts organizing volunteers to be transported or teletransported in batches to it. Heroes, rogues, villains, anyone's assistance is appreciated. A rendez-vous point is set for non-Protectorate capes wishing to volunteer, and Protectorate capes are informed of the situation via communication devices.
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Shoulderperching.
mxglam
Eventually they switch to a black suit barely visible in the night and hover closer to the roofs so they won't be seen, until they land on a particular roof of a particularly small apartment building. They walk into a door there, go down a couple of flights of stairs—at some point they became a she, wearing normal clothing—and unlock the door to their/her apartment.
It is rather small, and doesn't have much in the way of decoration. She starts packing.
It is rather small, and doesn't have much in the way of decoration. She starts packing.
The bot looks around curiously.
It consists of two rooms: a small but comfortable bathroom and a main room with a bed, a desk, a chair, a kitchenette, and a wardrobe. Everything's clean if simple, and it doesn't take long for Glam to finish packing.
The bot sits on their shoulder again for the flight home.
Perch perch!
"You can catch her now if you want but she'll be annoyed if it isn't important. I can take a message," says the bot.
mxglam
"Nah, just curious."
They consider exploring a bit, now that this is technically their home—even if they haven't been properly announced—but decide against that, and just hover back to their new room.
They consider exploring a bit, now that this is technically their home—even if they haven't been properly announced—but decide against that, and just hover back to their new room.
It is as it was left.
"Good night," says the bot, and it flies away.
mxglam
She locks her door and makes her suit go. She takes a shower, brushes her teeth, turns off the light and makes herself comfortable on her bed.
And she cries herself to sleep.
And she cries herself to sleep.
mxglam
Glam wakes up, brushes their teeth, and puts their suit on. They haven't met any other Wards yet and just showing up like that... Well, they probably need to ask Chevalier about being introduced formally or something either way.
They go looking for Branding.
They go looking for Branding.
Branding's not hard to find. There's a sign on the door and it's also listed in the directory next to the elevators.
The Branding person is drinking coffee and playing Solitaire when Glam walks in.
The Branding person is drinking coffee and playing Solitaire when Glam walks in.
"Glam, yes, Chevalier told me about you. Do you want to bring any particular questions or concerns up first or shall we just get started?"
"So that's the 'little challenge' he mentioned," snorts Branding Lady. The nameplate on her desk says she's called Phyllis Constance Yates. "I think this will cause a relatability problem. Sans you the Wards are gender balanced at the moment, but Windflower doesn't get much face time and Lorica doesn't exactly radiate femininity; given my druthers I'd tell everyone you're a girl. A butch one if you like."
mxglam
"Uh, yeah, but see, I'm not. At the moment. I'm very eager to cooperate with you in most things, but this is one where I'm pretty unlikely to budge. As for the relatability problem... well, I mean, look, I'm not the only nonbinary person in the country, and while you may not need to focus on the nonbinarity, I'm pretty sure having one such cape in the Protectorate would already do lots in that department for other enbies."
"Other...?"
"Whatever the kids are doing these days and however they're abbreviating it, we try to stay out of niche politics like that," says Phyllis Constance Yates, waving a hand.