[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

[unrecovered]

Most large threats usually are.

The thirty-first century doesn't have cheeseburgers. [Not that he's had one of those in a while, but nonetheless.] So what's the food like here?

[kingtyrantranger]

[Hey, he gets it!]

I hope you like tofu. I mean, it's really not that bad, there's some great stuff out there, but apparently eating meat is cruel? So everything's vegetarian. Most of the time, it's cool, but sometimes I just find myself craving some sushi or a nice, juicy burger.

[unrecovered]

[Have a very frustrated groan. He's been living off army food for the past decade of his life, and now that he's in a place with the potential for actual real food, it comes with a no meat caveat? At least shitty army burgers were better than no burgers.]

Fucking vegans.

[kingtyrantranger]

[Whoa. Language, buddy.]

It's not that bad.

[unrecovered]

You're talking to someone who's been living on MREs and army food for the past decade. I just came from a planet with very limited rations. I thought this place might actually have good food, and now you're telling me there's no meat. At all.

It's a little disappointing.

[whyarewehere]

I like you already.

You should see what they've done to hotdogs, dude, it's a tragedy.

[unrecovered]

[Okay, Grif agreeing with him is a blaring neon sign that he'd overreacting. Probably by a lot. Dammit.]

You know hot dogs were never meat to begin with.

[whyarewehere]

It's the principle of it!

[unrecovered]

The principle of hot dog ingredients.

[whyarewehere]

Exactly.

I miss actual meat, and nobody in this PETA future understands.