[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]

They're here too?

[ WHERE DOES ONE ESCAPE THE FANDOM ]

[kingtyrantranger]

What, the staff? Yeah, of course.

Where else would they be?

[headinjuries]

No, the people who are weirdly obsessed with who in the Legion is kissing who.

[ They're obsessed with a lot more than kissing, Sam. ]

[kingtyrantranger]

Oh, those guys. Yeah, didn't you read the thing about the staff sharing stories?

[headinjuries]

I was too busy trying to untangle the mess that is apparently my new family tree.

[kingtyrantranger]

They're just playing around. I don't think anyone takes that stuff seriously.

[headinjuries]

Yeah, well, they should find something new to play around with.

[ This is, evidently, a subject that hits somewhere deep for Sam.

Or maybe he's still just feeling kind of pissy from his adventure in ragespew.

Or maybe it's both. ]

[kingtyrantranger]

Hey, man. If it really bugs you, we can always tell them to knock it off.

[headinjuries]

Dude, I go to high school, I know exactly how well that works.

[ namely: not at all. ]

[kingtyrantranger]

It's always worked in my school. Well, except with Bulk and Skull, but that's another story.

[Then again, he and his friends are the cool kids. The rules were probably a little different.]

[headinjuries]

Does your school have unicorns too and are they accepting transfers.

[kingtyrantranger]

Nah. Ever since the Power Rangers hit town, it's been all about the dinosaurs.

We're definitely accepting transfers, though.

[headinjuries]

Cool. It's California, though, right? So I might be able to afford to live in a cardboard box.

[kingtyrantranger]

Yeah, southern California. I've never heard of anyone having issues, though.

[Welcome to the opposite of your life, Sam. Stable family. Cool kid at school. Lots of friends. Enough money that they've never had to worry about California living expenses. The only real bullies make fools of themselves with little to no effort on your part. And the buzzing of the bees in the peppermint trees 'round the soda fountain.]

[headinjuries]

[ He almost stares for a minute. What is this strange upside-down world Jason lives in. ]

...well it's not like anybody would advertise it.

[kingtyrantranger]

[Imagine how he feels, stuck in a world where you can't even assume that people aren't jerks!

Yeah, I guess.

[He still sounds doubtful, though.]