[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

[iamresponding]

Yeah, the irony ain't exactly lost on the rest of us.

[The man that responds has clearly seen quite a bit of battle, judging from the long scar on the right side of his face from an old war wound, and the pink, healing skin on the rest of his face from his recent injuries. Hooray for future tech. It's the only thing that made it so his burns aren't going to scar him for life.]

[unrecovered]

[Live through a war, see enough people die horribly from plasma weaponry, watch your best friend come back from a mission with his throat shot to pieces, and you get to a place where other people's battle wounds just don't faze you anymore. Wash has lived in that place for a good long while now. Between that and the built-in poker face that comes from wearing full-coverage armor and helmet, Wash doesn't really react to this guy's scarring.]

[But hey, it looks like he'll heal, so that's good.]

Nice to know some things don't change.

[iamresponding]

Eh, he at least knows how to hustle when it matters. You wouldn't believe it, the way he acts the rest of the time, but he does. Save my sorry ass with that superspeed of his.

He just needs the right motivation.

I take it you know him from home?

[unrecovered]

Like I said: some things don't change.

[There's a note of satisfaction bordering on pride in that statement. When the chips are down, Grif knows how to rise to the occasion. Hell, all the Reds and Blues do - Wash has seen it more than once.]

I do, yeah. We're...in the same unit.

[Let's just put it that way for now.]

[iamresponding]

First of all? You have my condolences.

[He holds a hand to his chest and now that his hand is visible, it's possible to see that it's clearly robotic.]

Second, don't go and admit he's the type to save people or his head'll explode. He hates people insinuating he might not be a terrible person. Goes into fits.

[unrecovered]

[That's the first time he's ever gotten sympathy for dealing with the Reds and Blues. Usually, it's schadenfreude. There's something gratifying about this.]

Thank you.

[He's joking, but there's n undercurrent of sincerity in there that he wasn't prepared for. Where did that come from?]

[But he's right back to joking, because it's easier and that's here they're going with this, right?]

Then it's too bad we're talking about how good a person he can be on an open network, isn't it.

[iamresponding]

Terrible. Absolutely terrible -- us talking about how good a person Grif can be on an open network. Doing nice things for people and saving lives and whatnot.

[whyarewehere]

Why do you keep telling people about that?

[ STOP RUINING HIS LIFE RICH YOU'RE NOT HIS REAL DAD! ]

[iamresponding]

Why do you hate people knowing you do vaguely decent things?

[whyarewehere]

Because I hate people. And doing things. That's basic math.