[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]

Well, Hiccup for one.

[perverses]

Uh, that's not a name, that's a sound.

[whyarewehere]

Tell that to Hiccup!

[ Vikings are weird, dude! ]

[wherenoonegoes]

Really? This is the best you can come up with? I'mean actually a little offended.

[perverses]

[ ...is this the guy? ]

Wait, wait, your name is actually Hiccup? Seriously?

...stupid autocorrect

[wherenoonegoes]

Yes, my name is Hiccup. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. It's a Viking thing.

[perverses]

Uh... huh, but aren't vikings from super long ago? I mean, I think history covered them for one class, maybe, but I didn't really pay attention.

[wherenoonegoes]

Almost everyone who got dragged here by the Time Trapper is from super long ago. Although, since it's early 11th century back home, I'm from a bit farther back than most.

[perverses]

So another thousand years behind where I'm from. Did you guys really have horned helmets?

[wherenoonegoes]

Yes, we really had horned helmets. I personally don't right now, because they're not very aerodynamic.

[captainbuzzkill]

Nope. Nope. Wrong.

That's wrong.

[He would've been much more polite about this if he was himself, but he's not.]

In history, Vikings didn't have horned helmets, they had simple helmets made of iron and leather, and the horns were an invention that came up later in the 1800s when artists and costume designers depicted them that way.

[A pause.] Mostly because they thought it was cooler.

[wherenoonegoes]

As the actual Viking chieftain in residence, I'm really very extra sure that most of us do wear horned helmets. Or winged helmets. Or a bucket in the case of Bucket.

[perverses]

Uh, why aerodynamic? I thought you guys did the ship thing.

[wherenoonegoes]

We do, but my tribe also rides dragons.

[perverses]

I would, buuuut I'm pretty sure everyone knows what a hiccup is. Seems pointless.

[whyarewehere]

There is nothing pointless about giving people shit for things they can't control.

Important life fact, actually.

[perverses]

Well, sure, but what if that person can beat you up? What about then?

[whyarewehere]

Especially then.

You just do it when they can't reach you.

[perverses]

Huh. I like the way you think.

[headinjuries]

Dude.

[ dude why you gotta be like this ]

[whyarewehere]

Dude what?

[ Disappointment is, unfortunately, an essential part of the Grif experience. ]

[headinjuries]

If you're gonna give people crap, at least make it over something they earned.

[whyarewehere]

I do that too. But you gotta mix it up a little.

[headinjuries]

Yeah, that's stupid.

[whyarewehere]

I didn't ask you.