[video] Checking In

[whyarewehere]

[ It’s that time again, gang! Grif’s broadcasting from scenic his room. You can tell it’s Grif’s room because it is an absolute disaster area. There’s all kinds of empty containers strewn everywhere, a pizza box, his other uniform (it’s rumpled and in serious need of a wash), and scattered bits of an orange suit of armor. Of note to those who’ve born witness to this appalling scene before, the far wall has a shiny little plaque on it. That’s new.

All of this is visible in the frame because Grif’s slouching back in his chair with the comm propped up on his desk. He’s a scruffy, somewhat flabby guy swiveling his chair lazily to and fro with one leg while eating… something as he talks. With his mouth full. Because Grif. ]

Alright guys, it’s come to my attention, as the one who tries to keep track of this shit around here, that we have new people. And when we have new people, that means we have new superpowers to figure out how they work.

[ Because clearly, clearly Grif is the only member of the team to take an interest in others and what they can bring to the table. It’s not that he’s nosy and just wants to know if anyone has eye lasers yet. He just gives and gives for this group, he swears.

Grif deigns to swallow before he continues. ]

So: New people. Lay it on me. Who are you, and can you do anything awesome? If it’s not awesome, make it sound awesome, cause that’s what I’m here for.

I’ll start for you:

[ He thumbpoints at his chest, getting space twinkie crumbs everywhere because he’s using that hand. ]

I’m Grif, Doubletime if you want to be that nerd who uses my code name, and I’m pretty much the fastest thing on this ship. Which is awesome.

[ He pauses for a moment, then adds, ]

…And the rest of you should probably come say hi? Tell them stuff? And tell me about the mission because I was stuck back here babysitting the ship and I mean... I took a lot of good naps, but...

[ He shrugs. Then he finishes off the space twinkie, balls up the wrapper, and throws it over his shoulder where it lands on top of the orange helmet. He is not even remotely concerned by this. ]

((( This is a free for all mingle post! Grif will reply to everyone who responds, but if you want to have a character jump into a thread with anyone you are absolutely welcome and, in fact, encouraged. This is set after the end of Lantern Plot, so characters who've been away on that are able to tag in too. )))

Comments

[headinjuries]

That's not a superhero name?

[ That totally sounds like a superhero name. ]

[fragileandsoft]

Hah, not so much! Flashy though, right? Perfect for hyping up the stage back when I was a rock star.

[headinjuries]

Oh, okay. Rock star name. It all makes sense now.

[fragileandsoft]

Well, it doesn't matter too much at this point. A name's a name, right? Call me whatever.

[headinjuries]

Someone around here is gonna be unfunny enough to call you "Whatever" if you say that.

[ He's putting five bucks on Rich. ]

[fragileandsoft]

Ehhh, not the worst nickname I've had.

[iamresponding]

Hey, Whatever.

[Sam was right. It was Rich.]

[He feels a little awkward saying hello to newbies on the comms with his face messed up the way it is. Aside from the usual scar on the right side of his face, the rest of the skin of his face is still pink and it's obvious that it's just recently been regrown.]

[But it's probably better this way. If he acts self-conscious about it, that'll probably just make Sam feel guiltier.]

[fragileandsoft]

Pff, I had that comiiiiiieeek.

[ He tries to hide his wince and does an incredibly poor job of it. That does not look in the least comfortable. Hooooo boy as if he needed more confirmation he didn't want to do this... ]

[iamresponding]

Aw, come on, it's not that bad.

[fragileandsoft]

No! I mean--sorry, I... I wasn't really expecting that off the bat, is all.

[whyarewehere]

Rich, what did you do?

[ Goddammit Rich you don't have Grif around to yell at you for one mission... ]

[iamresponding]

Got hit with some red ragespew. It's no big deal. [He says it with a kind of emphasis that has 'shut up' tacked onto it.]

They regenerated my skin and said it's gonna heal just fine without any scarring or anything.

[whyarewehere]

...Rich...

[ Grif can shut up and still convey an adequate level of judging (albeit friendly judging) with just his face. ]

[iamresponding]

It's fine! It's all fixed up.

private to Grif

[iamresponding]

It was Sam who did it when he was rage zombied, so don't make a big thing of it. He feels bad enough as it is.

It's gonna heal up just fine and I didn't do anything stupid this time. I was just trying to keep them from dragging him off after he got all brainwashed by getting a red ring.

private to Rich

[whyarewehere]

[ Grif leans forward and puts his elbows on his desk, because the proximity of the comm to his face is how he expresses seriousness. ]

Alright, I'll leave it. For Sam, though. Not because you don't still need my help with the making-stupid-hero-choices thing.

private forever

[iamresponding]

[Rich grins.]

Thank you.

And naaah this wasn't a stupid-hero-choice thing. No way was I letting those red freaks get to keep him. You'd have done it, too.

private forever

[whyarewehere]

[ Grif rolls his eyes upward theatrically, like he's asking God for the strength to continue being friends with his exhaustingly heroic, dumb bro. ]

Hey, what can I say. Maybe sometimes I'm a stupid hero.

[ He wouldn't make that joke on the open channel, but he trusts Rich with it. This bullshit is goddamn contagious. ]

[iamresponding]

The only reason you're willing to say that right now is 'cause this is locked.

[He's got him pegged.]

But hey, that's what I've been saying all along, geez.

[whyarewehere]

The first step to solving a problem is admitting you have one. Sometimes. That needs to be fixed.