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.
Yates will kill them kill them kill them-
"No. The first time it did was on another day when Lorica asked me if the androgynous look was on purpose. I said yes, and explained the pronouns. They, by the way."
...can he tell someone's got a crush?
"Almost everyone was great about it. Or at least mostly okay about it. Branding was not."
"I don't—look, she's just doing her job, I'm told she's pretty good at it, and she probably is—"
"I think 'abusively' might be too strong a word." Not that she couldn't be called that, but as far as Al knows not really, and at any rate they're pretty sure they were responsible for more than a bit of her reaction anyway. "And in any case I think it's a little bit okay? Even if she wanted to help, it's not like she'd have the power, especially if the fallout of it caused her to lose her job or something, which I definitely wouldn't want. I understand the apolitical stance thing being pretty important." Even if the market segmentation and relatability things are absolutely bullhockey in their opinion.
"Agreed, but in the end, if it's the system as a whole that's flawed with regards to that, I don't think she should personally pay or be held to blame for it. Even if there was more she could have done." Shrug. "To be honest I think if at some point the gender thing becomes less of a hot topic and slash or department policy changes with respect to that, from what I've interacted with her, she'll roll with it and adapt."
Al wants all the details. The dual identity, the behavior of Piggot and every other adult Glam has interacted with, as much as they can remember about Yates's exact arguments and words during the initial disastrous conversation.
They tell everything.
- now Glam is being slammed into the wall! It's Boots! Hi, Boots!
"What?" Their sleep-addled brain catches up with what it's seen. "...has Yates been fired?!"