[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

[googledox]

We believe it's more that the Time Trapper is trying to force you all into a mold -- a futile attempt to recreate the dynamic the Legion used to have before the majority of our number went missing.

Naturally, recreating the past is impossible. All the Time Trapper is doing is kidnapping and endangering you all needlessly, and its actions are made even worse by not even allowing some of you to keep what powers or equipment you're already skilled with.

[It makes no sense to make people have new powers, to alter powers, or to lessen powers. It also makes no sense to take valuable weapons or equipment away. And for what, to force everyone to be more cooperative?]

I'll make sure your lab space is properly equipped for your needs. We may not be able to replace your mechanized combat unit, but I can do that at least.

I am Brainiac 5. The Legion isn't a military organization so we eschew ranks and formal hierarchy beyond the Legion Leader and Deputy Leader, but if that wasn't the case, I would be considered something like it's chief science officer.

[isthisapidge]

...Wow. I remember how hard that was with my own team. And that was five people. Three of which I already kind of knew.

[Yeah, does her skepticism come through? She can concede it's not impossible but wow does the Time Trapper have some pie-in-the-sky ideas.]

And I'm still not hearing "Time Trapper isn't insane" anywhere in here.

[Well, that's the worst name for a chief science officer.]

Gotcha. Nice to meet you. Is Brainiac OK, or are there a Brainiac 1-4 as well?

[googledox]

The Time Trapper is insane. Everything I've said is an explanation, not an excuse. Those Legionnaires native to this world, like myself, are alarmed at and in disagreement with his actions.

[He looks a little...twitchy at mention of other Brainiacs.]

And "Brainiac" is fine. I'm currently the only Brainaic active.

[His mother is still alive but he's not Brainiac-ing anything in the psychiatric hospital's high security criminal wing.]

Most simply call me "Brainy."