Lost and Found

[unrecovered]

[Wash is in a lounge, having propped his omnicom on a piece of furniture so that the video shows him and the gun resting on his lap. That is definitely not his gun. Those quick on the uptake might also notice blood on his arm, like he's just been in a fight or something.]

Public service announcement: there's someone on the habitat deck in a skull mask running around and pointing guns at people's heads. He's kind of a dick, and evidently he can turn into a black cloud at will, like some kind of crossover between Ghostface and Imhotep.

[Has anyone seen either of those movies? No? Okay, moving on. He tilts the gun so it's more easily visible on camera, and yep, that is definitely one of Reaper's guns, and it is definitely not with Reaper.]

I didn't really appreciate him pointing this one at me, so I...called dibs on it. He can't have it back.

[It doesn't matter if you can't read expressions through armor; the self-satisfied smirk in Wash's tone is practically visible all on its own.]

He might still be up there, lying on the floor near the Egyptian temple. Unconscious. I may have stunned the hell out of him.

[Look at all zero of the regrets he has. Look at them.]

Also, I've decided our next movie night is going to be Scream, because when I call this guy a half-assed Ghostface ripoff, I really want you all to know what I'm talking about.

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[relativityspeaking]

Oh, we've had that before, too. Different administrations turning on us, oftentimes because of some kind of villainy or corruption going on behind the scenes. They tried to take away our sanction and shut us down when part of the team was lost in the Second Galaxy.

We're still here. They're not.

[They're good at surviving. Maybe not always in the same form, maybe not entirely intact, but they're still good at surviving. Evolving. Their battle cry isn't "Long live the Legion" for nothing.]

And the whole team votes in the yearly election. There has to be at least a three-fourths quorum attending or tele-attending before we can even vote, and then leadership is selected by two-thirds majority, with the Legionnaire that gets the second most votes getting elected as Deputy Leader.

We also vote on bringing in new members -- when we're not being sanctioned. For all you displacees, this is considered emergency circumstance so we're just bringing you in with provisional membership without voting.

[There is a whole process.]

And as an organization, thanks to RJ giving us enough funding and resources to run for the next 50 years, we're independently wealthy. The bill was footed a long time ago. Past tense.

[Which means they don't need any new money coming in, unless, gods forbid, something blows up Legion World. Which means they wouldn't have to suck up to RJ even if he was the type to demand sucking up in the first place.]

I hope we can nail Chronoblivon to the wall and get you home before then, but if next year's election comes up while you're still here, one of you rookies might wind up in charge.

[walkingballpit]

Oh, good. Idiots still make it in politics. I was worried everything was going to be different.

[ Robbie is immediately on the side of the young superhero squad. As long as it wasn't merited by some sort of massive screwup or a huge number of members going rogue... shutting them down or forcing them to operate illegal is a huge mistake. ]

Hang on, what if the winner and the runner up don't get along? Shouldn't you elect them as a ticket? Get two people who will work together, guaranteed? And - you should probably put in some rule to keep people like me out of the running. I'm here at the pleasure of the Time Trapper, remember? You don't want your leader at risk of vanishing in the middle of a crisis. I just dealt with that, back home. It's not fun.

[ And Robbie was not up to the task, really, of filling those super tights.

I know you guys are a little depleted right now, and I know that being in charge of more than 2 heroes is like herding cats but... you and Brainy seem all right.