[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

[whyarewehere]

What kind of weapon? They expect us to do the whole nonlethal being-a-good-guy thing here, that might make it tough.

[gildedgeneral]

[Yeah, the raised eyebrow is a fairly good indication that whatever it is, it's going to be a little hard.

He holds out his hand and summons a giant gold, slightly glowing scythe, taller than he is and with a blade as long as his arm.]

That is going to be an adjustment.

[whyarewehere]

[ Grif gives a low whistle of appreciation. ]

...Yeeeaahhhh, that's...

[ He just laughs. ]

I don't know dude, tie a pillow to it?

[gildedgeneral]

[He rolls his eyes slightly, shakes his head. He's a General, he didn't get to that rank by tickling his enemies into submission.

He lets the scythe go, and it almost bursts, disappearing in a flash of golden yellow light.]

Intimidation might count for something.

[prettycoolguy]

It does. Personal experience.

[ The Chief is, if nothing else, really tall. ]

[gildedgeneral]

And there we have it.

[See, his giant scythe is good for something. Aside from cutting down hedges.]

[whyarewehere]

Just don't give anybody any nightmares, okay? They might sue!

[gildedgeneral]

[That's...almost offensive. Not that he expects you to know what he's spent his whole life fighting, what killed his wife and daughter. But he still tenses, it's an involuntary reaction.

You hit a nerve without even trying, good job Grif.]

I would never.

[whyarewehere]

[ Grif, of course, has no idea. He's just making fun of having to bring in assholes alive. ]

I'm sure the scum of the universe will appreciate it.

[gildedgeneral]

[Koz isn't exactly about to clue him in, either.]

And we ever strive to be appreciated.

[whyarewehere]

Hey, amazingly, it's not a thankless job! I get fan mail!

[ He brightens at that. ]

...Some of it I really wish I didn't get, yeah, but it's kinda nice.