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[onei]

[ Thankfully, Ina's gotten a bit more used to things since her arrival. Used enough to not hold the omnicom right up to her face and yell into it, at least. She...almost seems to have an idea of how to point the thing and get a decent picture, in fact.

Almost.

So she's got it far enough back to capture a bit of the place behind her, which is definitely not Legion World. Some might recognize it as the Hall of Justice museum, if they've been there; it seems she's decided to take a trip down to Earth for the day. ]

I have a request. It's my understanding that some of you are more...technologically inclined.

[ Polite understatement. ]

I had thought it would be helpful to learn more of the heroes who inspired the Legion, since I have little idea what to expect - and I believe I've found a worthy example to follow, in the one they called Green Arrow.

[ She turns her omnicom to point the camera at a nearby display of a variety of arrows, with holographic footage playing in the background that shows them in action. Smoke arrows that provide a haze to aid in escape or getting a quick hit in that the enemy can't anticipate! Net arrows that explode into a net on impact, entangling the target and keeping them from escaping! Boxing glove arrows that...well, hit things like a boxing glove. For when you don't have a real boxing glove, maybe. ]

My world has no such...variety, beyond fire arrows. What I've brought with me seems rather limited in use, compared to this.

Would anyone have the skill and the willingness to help me replicate these, and perhaps some others?

[ Come on, nerds, one of you must be up to the challenge, right? ]

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[whyarewehere]

[ If it were anyone but Grif, she might even be right. But no, it's all bullshit all the time here.

He debates on continuing to deflect, having some idea of how badly this will probably go, but decides to just rip off this bandaid and be done with it. ]

It means fucking.

[ That one has to be as old as time, right? Maybe? ]

[onei]

[ oh my god ]

Do you customarily talk about - about these things to married women?

[ oh my god!!

AND ALSO ]

- and I still don't see what that has to do with protecting pockets!

[whyarewehere]

Oh come on, you asked!

[ Which doesn't change the fact he thought it was a good joke to make to begin with. He just gives the pocket protector thing up for a total loss. ]

[onei]

You seemed surprised that I didn't know what you meant, so you still must've somehow found it appropriate to begin with.

[whyarewehere]

It's a joke! Do you just not like jokes?!

[ He swears he should just stop making them, given all the trouble. But he can't. Grif without stupid jokes would hardly be Grif at all, in his opinion. ]

[onei]

Not when they aren't funny!

[ Grif's jokes are not funny!! ]

[whyarewehere]

Then what's the problem?

[ No, see, he's hilarious! ]

[onei]

You aren't funny.

[whyarewehere]

[ Grif sighs. ]

Was it really that bad?

[ Okay so the last time he doubled down on a joke, he got hit a lot. Maybe he should cool it a little. ]

[onei]

Yes.

[ >:(!! ]

[whyarewehere]

Okay. Alright. Fine. No more jokes.

[ He hopes everyone is so proud of him for being so gracious and not grudging. Not even a little bit. ]

[onei]

Thank you.