[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

[captainbuzzkill]

[He immediately perks up because Greg knows teenage boy language. He's already referencing things that sound familiar, that are almost in his frame of reference.]

[Also he sounds like a dad. Some people just sound that way. Just like people like Hal sound uncle-ey and people like Hiccup sound brotherly. Greg sounds dadly. Like his and his sister's dad.]

The No Home Boys...is that like the Sibling Brothers Mysteries? I used to read the Sibling Brothers Mysteries [His eyes dart back and forth slightly. Unsure.] I think.

[He's still sorting a lot of his memories out. They gave him a lot of false ones, twisted a lot of them to be something they weren't. Darker and more painful. Aven and the telepaths undid the absolute worst of it but they said he was going to need more treatments to bring true clarity.]

[As it stands, all the bad has been dismantled, but all the good is still...fuzzy. He knows the bad isn't true but isn't sure what of the good is.]

It's sssoft. Reading books is soft and not the same as crushing your enemies? So it's a little fuzzy. But I'm pretty sure I read them before I didn't read them.

[He's pretty sure they were in the real memories under the false ones that they're still dismantling and removing in his treatments.]

[fragileandsoft]

Oh yeah...?

[ Greg has literally been here maybe two hours--he has no clue what's gone on in the last mission. He's just listening to a dazed preteen muse on the differences between reading and conquest.

What has he been pulled into? ]

You sure sound like you know about 'em, so I'd put that down as likely. At my age, I forget stuff all the time, but the important bits always come back when I need 'em, so don't worry.

[captainbuzzkill]

The important bits. Yeah.

[He adds brightly, clearly pleased:] Yeah!

Like I remembered my sister when I needed to. [Cheerfully.] That was important.

[fragileandsoft]

Yeah! Family's the sort of thing that never leaves you. I always think about mine when times get tough.

What's your sister like?

[captainbuzzkill]

[It's a good subject to get him thinking about. He gets a little more focused, a little more cheerful.]

Her name's Mabel. She's my twin.

She's...loud. [He laughs a little laugh because that's such an understatement.] And weird. But good weird.

Cheerful. Silly.

[His omnicom is propped up against some of his pillows and his hands are visible in his lap. His fingers pluck absentmindedly at a bright pink and purple friendship bracelet on his skinny wrist. Mabel had left it behind, the brief time she was here on Legion World, and after his whole ordeal with the yellows, instead of just keeping it, he's taken to wearing it. It's all he has of her right now.]

[And it's something that's obviously not his. It's too bright compared to his more subdued clothes.]

[fragileandsoft]

Hah, don't think there's a sibling out there that doesn't find their brother or sister weird.

[ Good weird is the better way for families to be, though. ]

You two must be real close. I bet she'd be way proud to know her brother's a hero.