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thelegion2016-08-18 12:18 am
whyarewehere) wrote in thelegion2016-08-18 12:18 am
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[video] Unboxing
[ 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 cameralike 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.
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
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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