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Morgan doesn't strictly need to sleep. Even if she didn't want to put up with the annoyance of constantly having a caffeine buzz and having to ask for coffee on almost every summon, there are naps. Naps can keep a daeva going for quite a long time.
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.
Fairy Revan in the Wormverse
notinoz
"Thank you." Pause. "Sh—they murdered a drug dealer, when they were just starting out, a year ago. That was the only time they did, though."
"They were claiming it was an accident, and the dealer's friends were too pissed to care, and kept shooting them. When paramedics arrived and we wanted to bring them in to discuss their options, they fled."
"They're presumed to have Tinker or Tinker-like powers, they used an advanced-looking gun to do it."
notinoz
"Hm. First time out as a cape, trying to get a handle on my powers, I have a shiny new gun that I think works one way, but hasn't been tested yet..." She trails off. "I'll look for them."
He nods. "You know, they wouldn't necessarily be arrested, we could work out some kind of probationary deal with them. No one pressed charges on account of the dealer."
notinoz
Nod. "What are the probationary deals like? Join the Wards, stick around until they're 18, if they aren't 18 already?"
"Yes. If they're over 18, they spend five years in probationary status, and then a year as a junior member of the Protectorate."
notinoz
But if they don't want to join the Protectorate...
"I'll talk about their options," she agrees.
"I'll talk about their options," she agrees.
notinoz
They wrap things up (Morgan gets a proper phone number that lets her bypass the bureaucracy around calling in, and most importantly let her say 'I am Morgan' and have people believe her) and Morgan heads out to go hunting for a stray cape.
She flies up high to get a good view of the layout of the city, then picks a tall building in the perfect position to view as much of it as possible, and perches atop it. From there, watching the city with binoculars is relatively easy, but she doesn't do it exclusively. Every now and then she pokes at her phone to Google Glam and get more information about them.
She flies up high to get a good view of the layout of the city, then picks a tall building in the perfect position to view as much of it as possible, and perches atop it. From there, watching the city with binoculars is relatively easy, but she doesn't do it exclusively. Every now and then she pokes at her phone to Google Glam and get more information about them.
There is actually quite a bit of information about Glam. The fact that they use 'they' pronouns is mentioned as being relevant on their wikia, explaining that they tend to retaliate against lapses by kicking hero ass. They have a bunch of really publicized jobs, but what makes them notable is that Glam hasn't seemed to have the same powerset on any one of those. They seem to have a rather whimsical nature, and like joking a lot while pulling their jobs, chatting with the people involved while they do it and taunting everyone they face.
notinoz
How interesting.
Yes, she would like to recruit this person. ('Recruit,' she reminds herself, she is not literally in charge of a military that she is recruiting for. ... Yet.)
She loses interest in Googling Glam after reading the wikia page on them and several articles to get a good idea of what Glam's like, and goes back to peering at the city through binoculars. Any obvious capes in bright white clothing?
Yes, she would like to recruit this person. ('Recruit,' she reminds herself, she is not literally in charge of a military that she is recruiting for. ... Yet.)
She loses interest in Googling Glam after reading the wikia page on them and several articles to get a good idea of what Glam's like, and goes back to peering at the city through binoculars. Any obvious capes in bright white clothing?
notinoz
She is pretty sure this guy is not going to fuck with her. So she pockets her binoculars and gets to flying in that direction.
"On my way. What should I be expecting?"
"On my way. What should I be expecting?"
notinoz
Morgan is so busy cackling she nearly overshoots the PHQ.
But she doesn't, and slows down before she gets there to get a proper view of what's going on. ... While cackling. She is busy cackling.
But she doesn't, and slows down before she gets there to get a proper view of what's going on. ... While cackling. She is busy cackling.
mxglam
The place is a proper mess. Glam is in fact riding a unicorn, with a rainbow lance and a rainbow shield, galloping this way and that. The unicorn can shoot rainbow lasers out of its horn, apparently, and is also really fast. Not speedster fast, but definitely faster than a horse.
The PRT squad stationed there has all been disabled, stuck under what appears to be rainbow-colored containment foam. A hero with mouse ears on her helmet and a Tinker with an antigrav jetpack are engaging, and Legend's trying to use lasers that turn corners to reach Glam, who seems to be conjuring more shields here and there and blocking Legend's shots like they weren't... well, Legend's shots.