My bunny slippers just ran for cover

[will_you_still]

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.

Comments

[will_you_still]

"Sooo, how are you?"

[mxglam]

"Alright. Bit bummed out that you undecorated the place."

[will_you_still]

"It was hilarious," she admits, "but the Protectorate are not the right targets for looking ridiculous."

[mxglam]

"For what it's worth, I've done worse to a bunch of gangs."

[will_you_still]

"I would expect nothing less, but you don't exactly tell someone whose ice cream you stole that you stole the television of some people that were terrible, you know?"

[mxglam]

"I generally- look, let's talk in person?"

[will_you_still]

"Sure, where do you want to meet?"

[mxglam]

"Dunno, pick a place."

[will_you_still]

"I am the more mobile of the two of us, best if it's close to where you can easily get."

[mxglam]

"And how smart would it be to give you that information, do you think?"

[will_you_still]

"... Museum of Natural History."

[mxglam]

"See you there," they say, with a smile in their voice.

[will_you_still]

Eyeroll.

She flies over tothe Museum of Natural History, and waits for Glam to show up. She reads about the various war-torn areas of the world, trying to decide which she would like to conquer.

[mxglam]

Phone call.

"You know, I can't actually walk into the Museum without getting the Protectorate called on me and I'm sure we'd both rather avoid that."

[will_you_still]

"Just a bit. I'm outside of it on a bench near the entrance, if that is sufficiently not-in-the-Museum to keep the Protectorate off of you?"

[mxglam]

"How about flying above it? I'm standing on a floating thing the same color as the sky so it's hard to see me from below."

[will_you_still]

"Sure." Up she flies. Is Glam easily visible?

[mxglam]

Not until she's somewhat higher than most of the buildings surrounding the Museum. When that happens, Glam conjures a similar platform below her.

"Hi."

[will_you_still]

She lands on the platform and pockets her phone.

"Hey."

[mxglam]

"So, as I was saying, the fact that I steal TVs from terrible people isn't what justifies stealing the ice cream."

[will_you_still]

"No, but the people whose ice cream you stole might just think 'I do not want to work with someone who steals indiscriminately from good guys and bad guys alike.' Which, while the damage to one group does not compare to the other... Technically, it is true that you have damaged both."

[mxglam]

"Yeah, but they are willing to look past that when it counts and when I'm most helpful." They shrug.

[will_you_still]

"... But they don't seek you out. Or particularly want to work with you. They will put up with you in an emergency. That's not as bad as it could be, but it's not good."

[mxglam]

"Cobbler likes me."

[will_you_still]

"Yes, but I guarantee the PRT doesn't, and Legend thinks you have terrible judgement."