[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]

I think you'd remember throwing up fire blood and seeing yellow horror bullshit. That seems to have been the highlight of that experience.

[ A few people told Grif a handful of things and now he is an expert. ]

My entire childhood disagrees you about the creepy cartoon thing, by the way.

[frostedoverland]

Sounds disgusting too.

[He looks mildly offended, but mostly unamused.]

Your childhood is standing right in front you. But sure, go ahead, believe in a cartoon that someone guy made up because he never actually saw me to ask for pointers on what I looked like. While we're on that topic, he got Santa Claus wrong too. Only that short was less creepy, the reindeers were cute, even if that's not what they look like.

[kingtyrantranger]

Oh hey, you know Santa too?

[frostedoverland]

You met North? How did you manage that?

[This is from the kid trying to bust into the workshop for years, man!]

Better yet, how'd you get passed the yetis?

[kingtyrantranger]

What yetis?

[Oh, whoops. Probably should've kept the Santa thing on the down low. How to explain without dropping the Ranger part?]

He came to town asked me and a few friends to help out at the North Pole once.

[That was safe enough!]

[frostedoverland]

The yetis that help guard the workshop and help make the toys. Who else?

[Now he's looking at your skeptically. Although, Rich did mention the multiverse and stuff. Maybe Santa was different from where this guy is from.]

...why? He has the yetis to help make the toys.

[whyarewehere]

See, you're expecting me to believe that Santa Claus is real. That's gonna be another major roadblock here, buddy.

[frostedoverland]

I'm not expecting you to. [He shrugs] Most adults don't, so there's no use in trying.

[whyarewehere]

Alright, good.

[ He pauses, then, ]

...You really are Jack Frost, huh?
I don't think anyone else would be that invested in dethroning a cartoon.

[frostedoverland]

If someone made a weird looking cartoon about you, wouldn't you?

[Because seriously Grif? Color palette matches, but he's not that jolly. And where were the snowball fights?!]

But yeah, I'm him. Well, the new one, I guess. I'm over 300 years old and the spirit of Jack Frost has been around for much longer. I never did really ask what happened to the previous guys.

[kingtyrantranger]

Santa's real.

[whyarewehere]

Santa isn't real.

I know. I was eleven once.

[kingtyrantranger]

What's being eleven got to do with it?

[This is Jason being tactful and not bringing up that Grif is a huge jerk sometimes, so that might explain the presents situation.]

[leverageintceo]

Don't be ridiculous, of course Santa's real.

[whyarewehere]

You too, huh?

[leverageintceo]

My crew saved Christmas one year.

[leverageintceo]

DIBS!

[That was...loud. Really loud. But it seems that shouting into the omnicom was necessary.]

I call dibs. Dibs have been called. I saved my dibs from last time and I'm using it now.

[Parker leans forward, as bright eyed as any kid on Christmas morning.]

Do you know Santa Claus?

[frostedoverland]

Dibs? Dibs on what?

[Jack just looks confused. This lady was really excited.]

Yeah, I know 'im. Except his name's North, but he'll take Santa from a believer, of course.

[iamresponding]

I joked once that I dibsed my protege Sam as like a little brother and then everyone started dibsing other people and now it's just a thing.

[frostedoverland]

You guys act like children, no wonder you all can see me.

[He's laughing though. And he knows it's not actually them acting like kids that let's them see him, but still.]

[leverageintceo]

Everyone was calling dibs on teammates not too long ago. I wasn't paying that much attention, but if it's a thing, I am totally calling dibs on the kid who knows Santa.

[Parker cocks her head to the side, like a bird.]

I hadn't heard that one. Just 'Santa Claus' and 'St. Nicholas'. Is it new, or does that name just not make it outside of his circle of close friends?

[frostedoverland]

Well, that's not very fair, I just got here.

[He's teasing though.]

Nicholas St. North is his name. But he became Santa Claus to the kids, so it just sort of stayed. It's mostly me and our friends that call him North, and probably any other spirit that knows about him. We all have a lot of names.

[whyarewehere]

Didn't I already decree, as dibs king, that people dibs weren't a thing? Like officially. I feel so disrespected around here sometimes!

[leverageintceo]

What's the problem? He's not a cupcake, it's not like you can eat him.

Eating people when cupcakes are readily available is inappropriate, Grif.

[whyarewehere]

This isn't about eating people, it's about claiming people. It's kinda weird.