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[video] Checking In

[ 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. )))

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There was a lot of yellow. On the mission.

[He's trying to tell Grif about the mission because Grif asked about the mission so he's going to tell him about the mission. They said he could have his comm back and that means he can use it to tell people things because that's what the comms are for.]

[They told him to sleep but he can't sleep, won't sleep. He feels like his head has to be upright for the yellow to leak out. Yeah that's it.]

It got in...plllacesss.

[He draws the word out into something unnecessarily long. And slurred.]

[ Oh jeeze. Grif is an asshole, but the young members of the team are one of his definite soft spots. It always takes him back to his sister, even if he was never great at trying to protect her. Dipper is one of the Legionnaires he doesn't know super well, but seeing him like this still pings the same instincts. ]

Hey Dipper. Hiccup told me they were cleaning out your head, how's that going?

Edited 2016-07-19 13:38 (UTC)

I don't want to murder everyone anymore so that's good.

[Hey, some of that dry humor is still there. That's a good sign.]

The yellows had to put in a lot of false memories and make my life retroactively horrible but Aven and the other telepaths were able to break them so I know they're fake. So now I just need more treatments so I can figure out what parts of my life were actually real.

Not wanting to murder everyone is a really good start. You can't live like that. You gotta get the list down to only the deserving.

[ He's not going to engage in a serious conversation about memory treatment, but he's visibly glad to hear Dipper's recovering. Even if the kid's a bit weird and loose, still. ]

[Dipper smiles a small smile because he likes that Grif is joking about it. He's not being freaked out by him mentioning that he used to want to murder everyone. If he's joking about it, then it means Dipper is some pariah for slipping off to the other side like that.]

I think I'm going to leave off the murder in general. Too much work.

...Well, you're right about that.

[ Killing people. So much effort, eh? ]

Maybe just stick to imagination until you're feeling better.

I'm just...trying to put it all together. It's kind of fuzzy. But getting there.

I just get a little confused sometimes. Which sucks but -- [he shrugs a big, goofy shrug. What else can he do other than ride it out?]

Hey. Uh.

[ Awkward. But hey, thank goodness we're both alive and...kind of sane again? ]

Hey.

[Yeah. Awkward.]

I'm glad you're okay, too. [A pause.] Probably only for a given value of okay, but we're both here and not dead and not brainwashed, right? Net positive.

Edited 2016-07-20 07:01 (UTC)

Yeah, pretty much.

I didn't actually realize you got grabbed until after they de-raged me. I don't think you were one of the yellows I tried to puke on, though, were you?

[ Because if so, he's got more to feel crappy about, whoops. Everything from while he was wearing the red ring is kind of a blur of rage and puke, so pinning down who he attacked beyond the general stuff is...fuzzy. ]

I don't think so? But everything's...fuzzy. The yellow rings weren't as bad as messing with our heads but with all the yellows did and what the telepaths had to undo, everything's kind of like --

[He waves vaguely at his temple]

-- when you kick up silt at the bottom of a lake. It won't get clear again until they're done my sessions. They said after that, I'll be able to remember everything right.

[He drops his hand.]

I do remember what happened though. When you got the ring and --

You saved my life, man. I didn't know what to do. I froze up and I know it was a bad thing that happened to you. Getting the ring. But for you to get it, that meant you were that mad over what that creep was trying to do.

It meant you cared a lot about keeping someone else from getting hurt. To be that angry.

[He shrugs a vague shrug.]

It sucks you had to go through all that. I mean, it's not the same, but I know what it feels like to have everything in your head turned around backwards. And I wish we could've gotten out of it a different way but I at least appreciate how much you, y'know...cared.

[All that anger came from Sam being furious over watching Dipper get hurt.]

Well, I mean.

[ Sam's not good at sounding cool in the face of all that gratitude, because honestly...it feels like Dipper is just saying "thanks for not being a total sociopath." Wouldn't anybody be pissed about a situation like that?

He knows the answer isn't the one he wishes it was, but whatever. ]

You were trying to keep him from doing the same thing to me, so...I appreciate that, too. As screwed up as it sounds to say I appreciate that you stood there and let a freaky alien try to go all Criminal Minds on you, but...you know.

[ It sucks but at least they had each others' backs. ]

Yeah. I know what you mean. It wasn't --

[Oh, who was he kidding?]

Okay, I'd be totally lying if I said it wasn't terrifying but I wasn't going to do something if it got you killed.

[Something glints in his eyes, something wrong, something hollow where yellow would be sparking if the ring was still on his hand.]

As weak as that is -- [He stops and the look in his eyes is gone, and his voice goes slightly breathless.] Not weak. Not weak. Never mind. That's not --

I don't regret it.

Edited 2016-07-21 05:45 (UTC)

I'm pretty sure standing your ground against something pants-wettingly horrible is like, the opposite of weak.

[ Though it seems like Dipper probably realizes that much. He's just...not quite untangled. ]

Thanks. For having my back.

Do you maybe want to -- nevermind.

[He was about to ask if he wanted to hang out when they let him out of Medbay but he's awkward about these things in general and right now he's still in crazy yellow mode sometimes and he figures that's even more reason another kid wouldn't want to hang out with him.]

[ Awkward, wow, talk about Sam's life. ]

Hey, uh. How long are they keeping you in there?

I think I can leave in a few hours. They just wanted to keep me for observation for a little while.

I ordered way too much pizza. If you're hungry.

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You know what you need? Food.

I'm thinking something delicious, greasy, and completely unhealthy for you.

I like greasy, unhealthy things.

[He perks up, his expression suddenly brighter.]

But here's the real question.

Pizza or burgers?

Pizza?

[His voice is hopeful.]

I'm pretty sure I like pizza.

[He's still working everything out and that means he's not even entirely sure about what he liked in the past.]

Pizza is great and automatically makes any situation that much better.

Got any favorite toppings? Let's hear them.

[He thinks hard, trying to remember.]

...Mmmarshmallows.

[A pause.]

Also...gummy bears?

[His grunkle may have possibly been a little too permissive over the summer when it came to letting the twins choose what they ate.]

A pizza with marshmallows and gummy bears as toppings.

[She wanted to comment on how gross that all sounded like. But you know what?]

Sure, let's go for it.

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