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[ 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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[Grif doesn't know anything about him. For a moment, Wash is breathless, almost giddy, at the idea of a blank slate. He could say anything-]

[But there's no guarantee he wouldn't be found out. There's no guarantee someone else with a longer memory wouldn't show up. And there's no point in living a lie if he can't keep it in place, if he's going to be constantly worried about it all crashing down around him-]

[No, the truth is better. It just doesn't have to be the whole truth. Not right away.]

For what it's worth, that's not on my to do list.

Well that's good to know. My track record with that hasn't been great.

[ God, he's still absorbing that he's talking to a person from the future. ]

...If you know me and it's been several years since the Tex thing, that means I'm still involved in this shit several years later aren't I?

[ Even if he were armored and visored, the resignation would be just palpable. The weary expression on his face at the thought is a bonus.]

Nobody's track record for that is very good, especially where Tex is involved.

[Present tense, like nothing has happened. Uh-huh.]

[Oh dear God Grif way to sum up his entire life. The effects of Freelancer are long-reaching, long-lasting, and and a giant pain in the ass.]

I'm starting to think there isn't really a way out.

So much for going home.

[ He sighs wistfully. ]

...But I don't really plan on going back to Blood Gulch when we finish this, anyway. So. Bullet dodged?

[ "When", he says. As if it's just a matter of time. They'll succeed, they'll stop Chronoblivion somehow. If he pretends it's a foregone conclusion, the future is less terrifying. ]

[Wait what]

What do you mean, you don't plan on going back to Blood Gulch?

They told me I can stay, if I want?

[ Grif shrugs. ]

Give me one good reason I should go back to that stupid hole in the ground.

[What the hell is he supposed to say to that? 'Dear Grif, please walk back into hell, the timeline needs you, sincerely, the future?"]

[...well, yeah, in so many words.]

I don't really have one. I just know that you do - otherwise, I never would have met you.

...Is meeting me really that much of a positive?

[ Grif is seriously doubting Wash as a judge of character. ]

No.

[Look at the immediacy of that response. Wow.]

But the Reds need you. There are a few things coming down the line that they can't do without you.

...Does Sarge know that?

[ His eyes light up at the very thought. ]

From where I'm standing, there's no way he couldn't.

[Not that Sarge would ever say anything like that, but that's not what Grif asked, now is it.]

Okay. Don't get too excited here, but it might be worth going back just to see that.

Believe me, it's worth seeing.

[Half of what Red team does is a spectacle anyway, so that's not an exaggeration.]

I'll factor this into my decision-making after we save the universe.

Until then, I'm just going to imagine.

[ What a wonderful possibility he has just been given. ]

Have fun with that.

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