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[ The background audio is pretty quiet, just the odd white noise of York's habitat as he, well. Wonders at nothing in particular after a long night of coding. It's roughly the ass end of the morning, about 3 AM. ]

whyarewehere

[ Judging by the fake sunlight, Grif is somewhere on the hab deck. Somewhere open, with a bright sky, but most of the frame is taken up by his helmet and shoulders so it's hard to pick out where exactly.

Despite his conversational tone he sounds... sort of tired. There's an edge in his voice that doesn't really show up in his usual bullshit comm posts. ]

Time travel. We all hate time travel.

[ Count on Grif to be able to read the team mood, right? ]

So, here's some time travel life advice: If somebody from the future ever tells you that you shouldn't ask future questions and know future stuff and it's for the best if you don't know, trust them?

It's not for your best and you need to tell them to fuck off. Trust me instead.

[ It's just a friendly PSA. There is no way he's vagueing about ~~Wash~~ ~~Tucker~~ anyone that anyone here knows. Not at all. This is just Grif being topical and irreverent, the scamp.

...But really, he's actually pretty upset right now. He's gained 5 years' worth of memory, and his most recent involves writing off everyone he thought he considered a friend. Grif is still mad. And, perhaps, though he wouldn't admit it, just a little hurt. ]

((NOTE: Grif has been updated to episode 6 of season 15. ))

lovernotafighter

[This day had to come eventually, didn't it? Just another one of those damn Blood Gulch Sim Troops arriving here to crash the party, and predictability a little late like always. But hey, it wasn't like he hadn't been busy saving a planet or being blissfully retired or anything equally as important. Nope.

The video shifted a little as Tucker tried to set it upright, but it soon found itself quickly propped at an angle that said this wasn't his first time recording himself; the purpose of such skills would be left up to the viewer to guess at their own discretion. But hey, have Tucker with that beautiful aqua colored armor looking right back at you, even as he sat back down and tried to appear relaxed, cool, okay with ...well, all this. All this.

Ladies in hot tight superhero outfits definitely helped.]

So, yeah, Tucker here. [It felt like an interview with Dylan. Good thing talking about himself was one of his favorite things to do.] Please try to contain your applause, but ladies, feel free to toss your bras in my general direction.

[No shame, this one.]

You know, I was kind of busy back home. [With Church shit. It was always Church shit, and there wasn't a single damn regret for it; in a way, he hoped it kept being Church shit because that meant that bastard was still around. Tucker wanted to be back there, needed to be back there because--] Those idiots - my idiots - have no one to lead them now unless you count Sarge and no one counts Sarge. Shit, I don't even think the Reds count Sarge. Okay, so maybe Simmons does, but whatever.

[He sighed, rubbing his hand over his helmet before he just waved his hand.] But cool, superpowers, am I right? I mean, if I was getting chicks before, I'm getting triple chicks now.

[Let the record show that he was not, in fact, getting ladies before, and that the triple of "zero" is still "zero".]

Look, I just want to get this shit done and over with so I can get back to being a badass back home and get my shit done. So, you know, I'll do what I have to, I guess.

[There's a sigh, that burden of few choices and responsibility - ew - before he cocked is head up.]

Hey, important final question: where do all the hotties hang out around here? There's the title of wingman up for grabs if you tell me.

[At least the video ends there, and everyone was probably better for it.]

short_changed

[Waking up again had been disorienting enough; usually when you slip into the empty embrace of death you don't suddenly pop into existence somewhere else. Maybe that's why she's so hesitant to put herself out into this new world even after she's accepted the new job. That in itself could very well be a huge mistake but who knows, she could probably use some good karma in her new life to outweigh her last one.

Which brings her here.

The video feed flickers on to show a dimly lit room with a somewhat battered suit of brown power armour against the wall. The camera itself is focused on the pale hand holding the ring she had been given when she'd said her oath to the Legion. For a few seconds the ring flips and spins between her fingers as if it were a coin, buying her a little time to pick her words before she speaks.]

We don't always get a chance for a new start. I guess I should be grateful for it, and for the new name.

[Giving the ring a light flick into the air with her thumb she catches it and slips it on. No more hiding.]

It's Mirage, by the way. But for the old friends I know are out there...

[The video shifts as she picks up the omnicom to focus on her face. She looks tired, too tired to hide the guilt and resignation behind her small, bitter smile.]

You can still call me Connie.

[And with that the feed cuts off.]

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