It's the anniversary. Glam would very much not like to celebrate.
It’s their last day on Winslow High—they’re being transferred to Arcadia on Monday—and also their last day without a patrol schedule assigned.
And the PRT released a small announcement on its website about Glam joining the Wards. Now their wiki page doesn’t get erased, of course—they’re no longer speculative. They wonder what it’s got on them.
"Yeah, like, you probably run pretty fast, so we could go the long way around, north or south, until we weren't off any city's proper shore?"
"Yeah, I dunno either. Could prolly keep Ki flying around keeping an eye out for anyone looking our way or some such."
"...I actually hadn't given it much thought, yet. Maybe? I'm not sure if it'd hurt or help or what. Dunno if there's much point."
"Or I could keep it just as a lookout, not really as Ki but. Something that could plausibly be flying around and keeping an eye out?"
"I mean, whatever critter I conjure could just be a random animal that would act in random animal ways while making sure we're not being followed or observed or something. Just 'cause other-me won't exist doesn't mean the idea's completely useless."
"Not a clue. Running, I'm—in good shape, but that's about it. I'd probably need to fly to keep up with you."
"Oh. I never really tried going as fast as I could, and it's technically not me that can fly, it's the suit."
"...hoooly crap. That's kind of incredible. I might need to tweak the design to handle that."
She smiles back! She has made him smile! That is a good. She has Accomplished Something today.