[video] Unboxing

[whyarewehere]

[ Grif is broadcasting from his room again, this time he's set his comm on something so it's facing toward his desk, where he's gathered a small collection of packages. This angle shows that even the wall of his room he hasn't shown is home to a pile of laundry, some discarded containers, and one boot just lying on its side in the middle of the floor. ]

Hey guys, I actually got some stuff while we were at that convention. Like, people actually gave it to me. And I figure that whatever it is, it's probably going to be amazing, horrible, or amazingly horrible. I shouldn't have to suffer through that alone, so I'm going to share the experience.

[ And brag if it's cool. But Grif prefers to focus on the negatives. He grabs a box. ]

So, let's get this shit started.

[ Grif dives in with gusto. He skims quickly through letters people have attached, making faces when people get shippy or a little too hero-worshippy. That's still super weird to him.

The fandom, for all its strangeness, has at least paid attention. Several people have showered him in snacks. Grif cheerfully stacks them up, though he nudges a few to the side that appear to be intended for aliens.]

Dude I can't even read some of these, I'm gonna have to figure out what they are. I'll let you guys know if they're any good. Or, you know, horribly toxic.

[ Then there are cookies. Two dozen of them. Two dozen cookies with hand-iced slogans supporting Primetime as the one true pairing on them. Grif sighs and rolls his eyes. ]

They're sending me more propaganda, guys.

[ ...And a rolled up printout of someone's epic fanfiction on the subject is tucked in there with them, because of course there is. Grif glances at it and the eyerolling only intensifies. ]

Yeah, this is going in the do-not-read-ever file.

[ He unceremoniously tosses it over his shoulder to land on one of his many trash heaps. ]

What else. Is this a shi-

[ He stops dead. ]

Why?

[ It is a shirt. A lovely custom printed number with DOUBLEPRIME 4EVER in painstakingly done typography on the front and a questionably accurate fanart of Grif and Rich looking sappy on the back. He shows off both sides, then looks at the camera like he's on the office with the least amused of stares. ]

Why though?

[ Just why. It joins the fanfic on the pile. The next box goes over better, there are several little decorative figures of himself and a few other Legionnaires. He immediately puts the Doubletime bobblehead on his desk, evidently quite pleased with it. ]

See, this stuff is good!

[ The collection rounds out with several other miscellaneous gifts, things people just thought he might like. There's a wall decal of a (perfectly vegan) pizza, which he's definitely going to put up like immediately. There's a sealed beer with a note about how someone wanted to buy him a drink but couldn't find him, so they mailed it. Some joker sent him a towel with the big Legion L on it and a bar of soap, which gets the most impressive sigh and eyeroll out of him yet. Overall, though, Grif's had a good time with this. ]

Alright, that's it for my generous, weird, possibly stalkery public.

[ He's sort of proud, actually. Creepiness and all. Grif may not like all of the attention he's getting, but he just basks in attention of any kind anyway. ]

How's being famous treating you guys, huh? Please tell me nobody got any underwear.

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[headinjuries]

Oh my God.

[ What is this. What is life. ]

I didn't actually open anything people gave me? Which is looking like a better and better choice.

[whyarewehere]

Now you have to, Sam. Inquiring minds want to know!

[headinjuries]

What, so someone can put the video of me throwing it out the window on UTube?

[whyarewehere]

Well, that might get them to send you less?

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[fighting4afuture]

Really hate to disappoint you.

[Dry, dry as a desert experiencing a hundred year drought, Trunks just stares straight at the camera like he's in an episode of Space Office.

He'd had them thrown at his head. Granted, his reflexes were good enough that he hadn't gotten any panties to the face, but if this was what it was like being famous, he really didn't like it.]

[whyarewehere]

[ Grif laughs. ]

Oh my god dude, really?

[fighting4afuture]

[Laughing at his pain and awkwardness are you.]

What's that website that they're always talking about? Where you can't actually say anything to people because you have to keep it to some arbitrary number of characters, and then they tag things so everyone sees it?

[Twitter, Trunks. You're talking about Twitter. Or whatever analogue exists here.]

They started one of those tags.

Pretty sure I didn't feel this much like dying when I actually died.

[whyarewehere]

I am so sorry.

[ Grif's grin, however, makes that an obvious lie. He's just enjoying Trunks's pain as much as anyone else. ]

So they organized? Exactly how much underwear did you get?

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[deafleppard]

I have commercials with my very own action figure.

Life's pretty good.

[whyarewehere]

Sometimes this superhero gig really sucks, but that's definitely one of the perks.

[deafleppard]

You think I can get a discount if I bought one for myself?

[Make that ten.]

[whyarewehere]

If the company won't give you one, just ask around. I'm sure somebody'd do it. We save the world and shit.

[iamresponding]

[You're not expecting words, right? Because there's no chance of there being any words, not for a few minutes. Only laughter.]

[whyarewehere]

You know this is at least half your fault, right?

[iamresponding]

Sorry, sorry. I know, it's the animal magnetism.

[He doesn't actually think this highly of himself, but for the sake of joking around, he's willing to act like it.]

But it's not like I can turn it off.

[whyarewehere]

[ Grif's eyes roll so hard it's a wonder they're not out of his head and halfway down the hall. ]

You're officially not getting any of my cookies.

[unrecovered]

[Look at that smirk. Look at it.]

Your fans are pretty great when they're not asking dumb questions about me. They even made you a shirt.

[whyarewehere]

[ Grif rests his face in one of his hands. ]

I'd ask if you want the stupid thing, because fuck that, but I'm pretty sure you'd make me regret it somehow.

[unrecovered]

Oh, I'd make good use of it.

[Very, very good use of it. That Grif would not appreciate.]

[wherenoonegoes]

I really don't want to talk about it.

[So much underwear. And more than a few attempts at flashing him.]

[whyarewehere]

Are you okay or do you need to go have the telepaths take images out of your head?

[ Because clearly fandom shenanigans can be on par with yellow lantern brainwashing, right? ]

[wherenoonegoes]

I managed to survive seeing Gobber's pants fall down, I can deal with this.

They gave me underwear. A lot of underwear. Apparently some people made a pact to show me the virtues of future women as opposed to mud-covered barbarian women. Their words, not mine. I had Toothless set it all on fire.

They are so lucky Astrid's not here, because I'm pretty sure she'd either kill them, or make fun of me. Probably both.

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[kingtyrantranger]

Nah, no one recognized me. But see, unlike certain other glory hogs I could name, I was undercover!

[Jason takes a moment to upload a picture. Unseen are the thirty minutes it took some poor tech to teach him how to do it. It's basically him in a Great Saiyaman helmet and a Spider-Woman hoodie. With a turtle-shell backpack. It does a pretty good job of disguising him, at least.]

I got stepped on once or twice, but no one really bothered me.

[Gee. It's almost like heroes shouldn't seek attention for the deeds they did. Look at what happened when you did. You got fan shirts.

...The Power Rangers never got shirts. Lame.]

[whyarewehere]

Hey, it's not hogging the glory if they're just giving it to you hand over fist!

That was actually a pretty good idea though.

[kingtyrantranger]

Point. But you were definitely eating it up, you can't deny that.

I can get radio on this thing, too! Hopefully Gohan doesn't mind me aping his style.