[I should apologize for all posts in advance.]

[walkingballpit]

[ The camera feed turns on, and it's immediately an in-focus, decently framed shot. Robbie actually has experience with selfie feeds and took the time to learn the controls before he started shooting.

The content is being winged, though, because it's really hard to screw up hello. Robbie grins at the camera. ]

The Pledge of a Legion, so that's a thing.

[ There's just enough of a rush to his voice to slur the edges of the words into "Pledge of Allegiance". Saying hi doesn't mean he can't amuse himself for a split second while testing the waters for possible temporarily-borrowed contemporaries. ]

Never actually had to vow before. Sign things, yes. This is kind of more official than I like to work, but a team's a team. You guys can help me with the future deets, and I'll start working on that new catchphrase for you.

[ And a new pledge, and a new team name, because wow. It's all so on-the-nose that it hurts, or maybe it's the smell of raw earnestness wafting around this place. He might've written up a few theoretical oaths for the New Warriors, back in the day, but he never got around to showing them to anyone. Enacting them, though, that takes consensus. Robbie doesn't think he'd have managed it.

He throws a deuce, because he'll never have another chance to confuse future alien peoples. ]

What up, Legion? Speedball in the house.

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[bleventeen]

[ Oh look another video. This one is a closeup of an eye though, because Mabel might be so intrigued by this bouncy ball power that she has her face shoved right in the device. When she finally speaks, it's a weird whisper. ]

DO IT AGAIN...

[walkingballpit]

[ Well now, this must be the sister. Best to not disappoint.

The responding video is wall-to-wall color, hundreds of energy globules, and Robbie relaxing on them like it's the best bean bag chair ever. He wishes Niels was here. Petting a cat would kick this up a notch. ]

Do what again?

[bleventeen]

OH MY GOSH. How long do those last?! Forever? Can I have some? Did you say you got it from an industrial accident? Are we talking like bulldozers here or factory smoke?

[ She sets her device on the counter in the kitchen that she and Dipper share, and finally backs up so that she's no longer just a portion of a face. ]

Do you want to see my power? I mean, it's really amazing too.

[walkingballpit]

They don't last very long. I'm sorry.

[ Some of them are already popping out of existence, although others will stick around for about ten minutes. He's never tried to make one that would last longer than that, really. Why would he have to?

And why would anyone want one? ]

You can if you want, but like I said - they're a limited time offer. You're not going to do some weird science experiment on them, are you?

[ Things that Robbie won't be doing: instructing her on how to recreate the lab accident. Sorry, the science is way over his head, and he wouldn't explain it anyway. It took him ages to get the whole rebound/bouncing thing under control, and someone having to deal with that on a spaceship sounds like a Very Bad Idea.

But her enthusiasm, oh, it hurts. He loves how excitable she is, and that makes him want to throw a bell jar over her. Nothing gets to crush this one. ]

Sure! I bet yours is more awesome than mine or your brother's.

[bleventeen]

Science experiment? Psssh. I'm not Dipper. I just want to jump on one and see how bouncy it is.

[ Or maybe see if they're made of candy, but she'll keep that to herself.

She's backing up even further from the camera though. So her demonstration is obviously going to be impressive. ]

Okay! Get ready!!

[ It takes a second or two of concentration, but it's not long before the pink energy ball appears around her. She laughs ecstatically, and starts running inside of it to roll it around the kitchen. ]

HUMAN HAMSTER BALL GO! WATCH OUT FURNITURE!

[ It rolls quickly into the kitchen chairs and starts launching them in every direction. Just destroying the quarters, nbd. ]

[captainbuzzkill]

[Dipper doesn't respond with his own message. The sound of running feet can be heard as he runs out of their room and then there is yelling in the background of Mabel's message.]

Mabel, I thought we agreed that the kitchen was a hamster ball free zone!

[Tendrils of blue telekinesis show on screen, lifting chairs out of the way to try to stop them from being broken.]

[bleventeen]

DIPPER!! You're ruining my video!! It's not as exciting if he can't see the bouncy part!

[ That's obviously way more important than furniture or safety or anything. ]

[captainbuzzkill]

[A couch cushion is hurled telekinetically from offscreen, bouncing harmlessly off of her hamster ball.]

[His voice is flat and sarcastic when he speaks again.]

Oh, look, it bounced.

[walkingballpit]

[ Robbie is bouncing a large energy bubble like a basketball. It's pretty pink, too. He - yeah, wow. Mabel is reminding him of himself in so many ways, and Robbie wants to encourage it while simultaneously showing her that she can still do all of that in a way that minds her surroundings.

He feels mildly gross about this, though, because it's very creepy old man. There are a lot of inappropriate jokes he is not making, and Robbie feels he deserves a small medal for that. ]

Couch cushions are great for pillow fights, not so much for superpower demonstration. Also, I can personally confirm that using one large bubble as a seat is possible, but I'm not sure what happens if my bubbles hit your hamster ball.

[bleventeen]

[ If only she knew. Mabel would make sure Robbie gets that medal. Or at least a sticker.

Robbie's cushions comment elicits an angry "see? you ruined it!" look over her shoulder at Dipper. The next part though? She gasps. HOW HAD SHE NOT THOUGHT OF THIS?? ]

What?! That sounds like a science project, but somehow not boring! We have to see what happens. Right now!

[ Yep, she's already rolling for the door. Leaving her Omnicom behind and everything. ]

[walkingballpit]

[ Robbie is trying so, so hard not to laugh. He fails enough for a giggle to escape. ]

She doesn't even know where I am.

[captainbuzzkill]

[Because he's hoping that this might lead to some kind of explosion (the fun, exciting kind like the explosions you get from illegal fireworks, not the scary, actually dangerous kind) Dipper walks over to her discarded omnicom, still glowing a shade of blue that's probably not unfamiliar to Robbie.]

Where are you?

[A pause.]

And if I point Mabel in the right direction, can I come, too? And can I throw things at the both of you?

Experimentally. It'd be for science.

Can we say this happened after he met up with V- and R-?

[walkingballpit]

[ It's a familiar enough shade that he draws the connection, yes, but he's no more alarmed by telekinesis than he is being a human hamster ball.

So, the first thing he does is give the location of his quarters. ]

And yes, you can throw whatever you want at me, but you're not allowed to throw anything at your sister unless she says you can.

[ For science or not. It's finally occurred to Robbie that he has seen no sign of these kids' parents. Not that parents are necessarily on it when it comes to controlling the antics of teenagers, but there's a feeling of everything now being sufficiently explained. ]

But if you can hold a shield around someone else, I'll break the laws of physics for you.

fine with me as long as it's okay with Mabel's player!

[captainbuzzkill]

You say that like she won't want me to throw stuff at her to see if it all bounces off.

[He knows his sister. The heftier and more hilariously unbouncy the object usually is, the better.]

And I can do shields and bubbles!

Also, breaking the laws of physics is kind of one of our favorite things to do? One time we blew up zombie heads by singing a three-part harmony with our Grunkle Stan in karaoke -- which realistically shouldn't have blown up anything, but that was why it was fun.

I'M FINE WITH EVERYTHING

[bleventeen]

[ There's a loud bang on the wall from just outside the door. Mabel's already managed to roll her way out there. ]

Dipper! I think I ran over a trashcan! Or a robot! Maybe a trashcan... What do the future robots here look like?!

[walkingballpit]

[ There are several smaller bangs from inside the door, because Robbie wasn't expecting them to here that quickly. He flings the door open, but the only thing he sees is a silver projectile about .01 seconds before it hits him in the face.

That's nice, he saved the door a few scratches. He also immediately went flying backwards, because Robbie wasn't braced for 25 pounds of metal to the nose. In his wake, he's left a stream of smaller glow-balls that scatter on the floor until he manages to stop himself with an air duct.

... why did he invite them here? Robbie drops down to the floor and picks up the now-dented metal object. Maybe it was a small robot, maybe it was a trash can, but it looks like trash now. ]

Hiya, Mabel. You lose this?

[bleventeen]

[ Oops. ]

Oh that? It's a housewarming gift!

[ She laughs, waving a hand as she tries to roll to a stop in the doorway. At the very least, she's taken some of Dipper's anti-fun to heart. She's trying not to roll in and destroy Robbie's home. ]

If you figure out what it was, then you win!

[captainbuzzkill]

You were just yelling about it being a trash can or a robot like five seconds ago.

[Dipper Pines, killer of fun, at your service.]

[He squints at the metal.]

Trash can. I think it was a trash can. Which is a good thing, because a lot of the robots in this universe are sentient.

No pun intended on the action, I swear.

[walkingballpit]

[ Robbie deliberately sets it upside down on the nearest shelf. ]

I'm going to tell everyone it's a Ripped Blame original and see how long it takes someone to figure it out.


[ He's really just an overgrown child, sometimes, himself. Robbie bounces on the balls of his feet to try and get himself up to their energy level. ]

So! We agreed to test things for science. Does the Legion have a room where we're supposed to do powers training, or... ?

[bleventeen]

I always knew people would display my art, but I never knew it'd be accidental future art.

[ As for where to train... Mabel has no idea. But it's not like that will stop her from answering. ]

I'm pretty sure that a space ship full of super heroes means you should use your powers anywhere you want, right?

[ Gonna look to Dipper for confirmation despite all his recent anti-fun statements. ]

[captainbuzzkill]

You'd think that'd be the case, but considering someone might accidentally pierce a bulkhead and expose us all to the unforgiving vacuum of space, there are actual specific places to train.

[It's not exactly a good idea to use powers in areas where there's a risk of explosive decompression.]

Like the Simroom, which creates training holograms, or the training area in the gym that has reinforced walls and floors.

[He takes to the air with his flight ring and waves for them to both follow.]

Why don't we just use the Simroom? You can create all different places to train in, and I've been reassured that no holograms have ever turned sentient and tried to kill everyone like in Space Traipsers.

[walkingballpit]

Accidental future art is the best kind. I wouldn't want it if you'd gone the whole post-modernist trash route and placed a single sugar cube on a heap of artificial sweetener packets. It's too cleverly cliched and how you get ant.

[ Robbie points two fingers at Dipper and nods, falling slightly into teacher mode as he falls into step below dipper. He'll run or bounce to keep up, flying is not yet his forte. ]

Dipper's absolutely right. If you don't have an Indoor Power, like telepathy, it's important to know your surroundings when you work out with it. When the room's built to withstand a Hulk tantrum or whatever the future equivalent is, you can concentrate on improving. And - holograms are... normally non-sentient.

[bleventeen]

AAAAAUUUUUUUUUGH noooooooooooo! You sound like a grown up Dipper!

[ She presses her hands to the sides of her head and spins around. She then flops backward dramatically, causing her ball to roll ahead of Robbie. ]

Ugh, fine. Let's go to a boring room even though I already know that you can do super power science wherever!

[ Mabel's not going to fly either. She isn't that great at it yet, and she's not willing to show that off in front of her brother. And, instead of getting up to do the normal hamster run, she's just going to lie on her side and try to roll. ]

[captainbuzzkill]

If we're both Dipper, I don't care if he's a grown up and that he was probably born first [It's only "probably" because of time travel, for all he knows Robbie was born later but pulled from farther in the future] you still met me first, Mabel, so I'm Alpha Dipper.

[He gestures magnanimously to Robbie as he flies.]

That means you're Beta Dipper. Or Dipper B. Or Dipper 2.

[A pause.]

Or just 'Old Guy Dipper.' [To a 13-year-old, anyone 18+ is automatically ancient, haven't you heard?] Or maybe 'New Dipper'? And that makes me Dipper Classic.

[walkingballpit]

[ Ladies and gentlemen, we have now identified the Baby Leader Prototype and the Baby Thinks-They-Know-Everything Prototype.

Incidentally... the latter is not Dipper. Robbie might sneak a soccer kick at her hamster ball, just to see what it does, and also to let Mabel know that he's really not that hard-nosed about it. She's in a hamster ball; she seems protected by default. ]

I'm down with O.G.D. But only if you can convince a couple of guys to dress in early 1990s hip hop regalia and do the shout-back for me whenever I want. Otherwise, you're stuck calling me Robbie or Speedball, if it's a codename sitch.