pump up the volume | video

[crossfading]

[ So it's an introduction announcement on the network. Those aren't new. What might be is the fact that the face taking up the screen is in focus, but everything behind him appears to be whizzing past at remarkable speed.

Is he...skating? And where is that music coming from? ]

Hey, what's up people? This is Lúcio. Just arrived yesterday, and man!

[ He cranes his neck around in emphasis, grinning widely. Someone's staring expression blurs past, blink and you'd miss it, as he twists around. Now apparently skating backwards to get a full 360 view. ]

This place really is massive. Bigger than a lot of cities back home, and I saw a lot of them while I was on tour.

Anyway. New to the Legion, but not new to the fight. Hit me up if you wanna practice in the gym, hang out, or grab a pick-up game. Can't help but feel I'm getting a little rusty on these things.

[ Flipping back around, he weaves to the side to avoid knocking into to someone, before beaming at the camera and giving a little wave. ]

See ya!

before the plots | video

[ordinarily]

[ Hey guys, you like disgruntled teenagers? Because here's one right now! Sitting in the med-bay, wearing a hospital gown, and looking equal parts frustrated and confused. ]

So uh.

I feel like I've done this before.

[ A pause, as he glances to the side in thought. Before finally: ]

Am I stuck in a time loop? Because if I am, and no one else has caught it yet, I'm calling supervillain shenanigans.

Too Lazy To Spoogle* (*-Space Google) | text

[whyarewehere]

[ The post drifts up onto the comms one evening, just a simple line of text to ask a simple question:]

guys, how do aliens know when other aliens are hot?

World's Okayest Dad | Video

[lovernotafighter]

[Tucker looked...well, it was hard to tell because his helmet's on, but there was something annoyed in his movements. Behind him was a room that seemed mostly barren and militaristic aside from the tossed about mess, a room that might seem familiar to his Chorus friends really, and the camera shook a little as he plucked something off a wall. It was turned over in his hand before he pointed it at the camera. A photograph, one with five human kids holding basketballs, and one that's...a little different.]

Since someone brought it up and now we're talking about it, yeah, I've got a kid. His name is Junior and he's amazing and I'm super freakin' proud of him. He can kick anyone's ass in basketball, is a freaking diplomat and on a scholarship, he knows at least ten different words for "dick", and he hasn't bitten a person in at least three months. He got a ribbon at school for that one.

[He pulled the picture back and put it on the wall again; there was one in his wallet, too. He was, in some few and far between ways, like every other dad out there, just with better jokes.]

He's the best goddamn thing about being a Chosen One. [There was a momentary pause, because--]...Okay, so maybe he's tied with the sword.

Don't ask specifics. Just know that childbirth sucks, I don't want to talk about that, but I'll tell you how damn amazing my son is if you want to listen. And I know I'm not the only one with weird families, so come on and spill it.