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.
Blink. "No, not at all. Well, I mean, a minute, I need to think." She closes her eyes and furrows her eyebrows.
There are some changes to the suit, merely cosmetic, for Boots' sake. The fabric looks somewhat shinier and more reflective, the G more obvious because of that, and it bulks up ever-so-slightly. "Thaaat should be enough."
When facing the drop into the ocean: "We might want to go a bit farther out."
"I can't turn us invisible, but I can carry you there, and flying capes entering and leaving the PHQ should be common enough that it won't be weird?"
"Okay, true. ...but well, we don't really need to be disguised to leave, do we, we're just gonna go use our free time on a Sunday afternoon."
A platform emerges from the water. "If you prefer to walk." It starts extending a way farther out, as if it were a single piece with several sections unfolding from the previous ones.
Glam flies after him, and the platform extends faster than he can run, retreating back into itself behind him.
Glam starts making new platforms appear instead of extending the old one because that's faster and easier to do, now Boots is already expecting a speed for the old platforms. They go on and on and on, and Glam is high enough and the platforms are large enough that they would definitely notice if even a single one of them went missing, so they obligingly stay put.
Glam does as well, making more and longer platforms appear. They start appearing with a slight tilt to the right so the path will start turning south to run parallel to the coast instead of away from it.