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Um. Guys?

[ It's very late into what passes for night on Legion World when some audio comes in from Grif, flagged as urgent. Late night Grif posts flagged as urgent aren't a new phenomenon, but the complete lack of apparent screwing around? That is. He's whispering, and sounds actually scared. ]

So remember how Rich Rider's been acting weird lately?

[ He doesn't go into the details, or even pause to address that a lot of the rest of the team might not have noticed. He just keeps going. ]

Some shit is kind of happening with that.

[ And then, without ceremony, he dumps some video from his helmet camera. He hasn't had time to edit it much, but he's cut out any creeping around and waiting to focus on the giant, horrible stargate abomination that's taking shape under the ~~hands~~ tentacles of the giant, horrible friend abomination. He knows there's not a whole lot of time here. ]

And here's some coordinates.

[ Bing. ]

I would really, really appreciate some backup. Or at least if someone smart could tell me what the fuck this is before I get found and die.

thedreamisdead

[There's no getting around it. It's an essay. About the dangers of sugar abuse on your health, linked to several medical articles. In it, she links the abuse of sugar to depression, diabetes, dopamine imbalances, fueling cancer cells and making tumors more aggressive, impotence, increased risk of heart attacks and heart disease, increased inflammation leading to joint pain and arthritis, increased risk of strokes, kidney failure, and rotting teeth.

Included in her essay is a list of signs of sugar abuse, including false teeth, rotten teeth, pupil dilation, jitteriness, mid-afternoon 'crashes', and other symptoms.

She wraps up with a plea for people to seek help and rehabilitation for their addictions and avoid anyone who might try to push such addictive substances on them.]

the_civilian

[ Tadashi is reclining in a bed in medical, wearing the beatific smile of the enlightened and the well and truly stoned. ]

I love biology. Well, no, I'm enthusiastic about biology, I don't love it. I love programming and engineering and my family and helping people. Not in that order. Maybe in that order in regards to science. Except programming and engineering are the tools I use to help people, but I do love them too.

[ He stares off into space for a moment, then shakes himself and focuses back on the camera again. ]
( and the rambling continues )

steelandtemper

[What has no thumbs and is sick to death of gods and sorcerers and magic spears and all the similar crap that keeps popping up? This AI.

Well, actually, her hologram has thumbs, but they're currently not visible behind the equally holographic folded arms.]

Poll: how many of you are from universes where the supernatural is real? Magic, gods, shoe-making elves that aren't just a parable about virtue, whatever.

[Why Grimm's Fairy Tales? Why not Grimm's Fairy Tales? It's all equally nonsense as far as thorough-going materialist Cortana is concerned.]

relativityspeaking

[When Kid Q shows up on screen, she looks understandably disheartened. They tried their best on these last few missions and in a few very important places, they succeeded. Even during a dark time there had been a silver lining, there'd still been people the team had saved. Banishing Eclipso, for instance, means they don't have a Spectre-level threat dogging their steps from here on out, a situation that might've been much worse than the Spectre being free, due to her specifically targeting them instead of criminals]

[But this is still a loss and it's up there in terms of being one of the worst possible things that could've happened at this point in the game.]

[And it's not really something she knows how to deal with well. Even after the catastrophe that made the missing Legionnaires go missing, the team had held together, and since the displacee Legionnaies started getting pulled into this universe, they'd won almost every battle they'd fought. Maybe those wins involved sacrifice or ill-advised choices, like freeing the Spectre to defeat Galactus - but they'd made their choices and managed. Recently, they'd even cleaned up some of their old messes.]

I want to thank you all for how hard you fought on Apokolips. It's one of the worst battles we've faced so far since you displacees started to show up in this universe, and because you the Science Police garrison had minimal casualties, most of them lost before we showed up.

[Her eyes divert slightly from the camera.]

Our engineering teams weren't so lucky. We lost three teams of engineering support staff. Thirty-six staffers in all. We thought it best for Brainy to be the one to notify their families, since he was their direct superior and knew them all personally, so he's doing that right now.

We'll be holding a memorial service for them in a garden area in the Hab Deck at 10:00 tomorrow.

[She frowns.]

The Catatrophists and the Herald - the Penitant - they activated something deep within Apokolips and managed to successfully relocate the planet. Brainy's still trying to track where and hestill hasn't figured out a way for us to destroy the planet without it creating a tear in reality due to the defenses left behind by Darkseid, which was the whole reason we wanted to move it instead of destroying it in the first place.

That means that our enemies have a planet-sized war machine to attack us from.

Brainy also doesn't how to stop the Penitant, whoever she was, from summoning those monsters again, but he's at least figured out a way to shield Legion World from a similar attack, with help from the Book of Magic and technology similar to what was developed for us to move and hide Apokolips.

[Now she's got to do the inspirational part, she knows she does.]

I know things look bad right now, but through its history this team has weathered living nightmares and multiple apocalypses - and that kept happening after you all showed up. We've faced Galactus, the Yellow and Red Lanterns, the Fatal Five, Murderworld, the Faceless, the Legion of Supervillains, multiple Heralds, the Spectre, the Brainiacs...

Even in this fight, we faced the literal wrath of God and still beat her.

I don't know about the rest of you, but Apokolips or not, I'm not ready to say die.

whyarewehere

[ The post drifts up onto the comms one evening, just a simple line of text to ask a simple question:]

guys, how do aliens know when other aliens are hot?

relativityspeaking

[When Kid Q shows on screen, her costume is singed, she's got a few bandaged burns, and she's got a very rakish eyepatch (which will fortunately be temporary). Beyond looking about as dinged up as they all are, she's beaming. And yet exhausted.]

[That doesn't mean she's got a whole motivational speech prepared like usual.]

I'm gonna try to make this as motivational as usual, but seeing as I only slept 3 hours over the past three days, I make no promises. [She gestures "no" dramatically with her arm.]
( Read more... )

orbislife

[ Given recent events, seeing Zenyatta on the screen may or may not be welcomed. He sits in lotus position with his hands folded in front of him. His mala spins quickly before he takes a deep, calming breath. The orbs slow. ]

Greetings, fellow Legionnaires. I am Zenyatta... just Zenyatta for now. I could not think of another name for myself.

I understand that have joined after a difficult time, so I would like to offer my aid. My biome is open to anyone who seeks some peace, a place for meditation and reflection, or simply to visit. It is far too big for a single omnic and his houseplant roommates, but we are all good listeners.

[ He chuckles. A life of wandering doesn't lead to many chances to take of plants. He'll probably end up helping in the farm biome in the near future. For now, he's indulging his green thumb in this manner.

And yes, Zenyatta is the kind to talk to his plants. ]

While this is unrelated to my previous offer, is there anyone who knows this place well? It would be easy to get lost in a place as large as this.

[ He's actually not all that worried about becoming lost. Zenyatta could easily wander and explore by himself, but he hopes someone would like to show him around. Let's become friends! ]

pump_action

[Recovering from her first major mission, Claire throws herself into a project she's been working on since she arrived. Today, it is nearing finished, although there are still some holes she needs to address. This she can't do without a bit of help. A video feed opens to Claire sitting at her desk in her office that is her habitat. You know, the one with the perfectly manicured and fabulously landscaped grounds? With the architecturally interesting buildings? Yeah, that one.]

[She smiles for the camera.]

Good evening, Legion. I hope everyone is recovering from the recent missions.

[She definitely took a spa day or two.]

If anyone is interested in a less active sort of mission, I have just the thing. I am looking for a handful of volunteers to travel with me to Korugar, Rann, and Tamaran for a goodwill PR tour. Each stop will involve a meet and greet, a Q&A panel, and signing, so be aware that we will be presenting the best face forward for the majority of this tour.

[[ooc: Network Post for Claire's Goodwill PR Tour]]

legionnpcs

[After Brainy and Babbage disappear, cameras start broadcasting from where they were taken to. The entire encounter is shown to the team and the rest of the UP. When Earth is taken through the portal, Legion World lurches, and at the end of it all, when the traps are tripped, it lurches again. Lights all over the ship go out, fires starts, systems fail. Only lockdown procedures that Brainy himself put in place, to protect Legion World’s most vital systems if he were ever compromised by telepathy or other influences, keep the viruses from self-destructing the ship or turning off life support -- but they’re certainly trying to.]

[The network goes back up again fairly quickly, however, but it’s using a much older, inferior form of networking. Something a little more distance-based and analog, a little less hackable.]

[They’ll be able to communicate again, but there’s a lot of interference. Sometimes the video goes out during video calls and sometimes audio cracks up. Text seems to be the only form of communication that’s guaranteed to go through every time.]

[ooc: People can react and start planning things on this post. This is also where information about the Spectre's attack will get dropped.]

googledox

[Brainiac has been a little distant lately, beyond staying on top of his usual Legionnaire duties. Now that the UP is no longer treating him like a pariah there’s been a greater call for him to get involved in solving certain problems for the UP. It’s the way things used to be in the past, before a chunk of the Legion went missing. His role as problem-solver had often extended far beyond his role in the Legion.]

[In the past, he’d faced such requests with quiet diligence, but after his treatment by the UP public, now he’s been reluctant. He still does the work, because what he said to the Legion of Supervillains holds true. He refuses to let his annoyance or hurt feelings influence whether he does the right thing or not, whether he acts the way a Legionnaire should.]

[But Saturn Queen making him feel the hate millions of sentients had held for him makes it difficult to care.]

[It’s even more difficult since people in the UP keep heaping on the praise over every little thing, to assuage their guilt. Just last week he single-handedly rescued an entire science conference from tech pirates and the UP Council tried to give him a medal. He declined, naturally.]

[So today is a rare day of him actually being pleased -- albeit also faintly embarrassed -- about being rewarded with something. When he shows up on the comms, he’s unwrapping a gift. Other gifts are piled all over the lab tables and in massive heaps on the floors. Invisible Kid and Babbage are in the background helping to sort them.]

As all of you can see, I’m currently drowning in gift items, so if any of you think you might be interested in any of them, you’re welcome to take whatever you please. I can’t possibly make use of them all and I’d prefer that as few of them went to waste as possible.

[He face tinges slightly darker green.]

Despite all my efforts to convince them of the contrary, the Roboticans consider my birthday to be a planetary holiday. They call it “Maker’s Day.”

[He pulls out yet another “Galaxy’s Best Dad” mug, and puts it in a cabinet with several others to work it into his mug rotation. While he’s embarrassed, he’s also clearly pleased. The insincere, guilt-induced appreciation of much of the UP pales in comparison to the genuine care and appreciation of the species he created.]

They’re not all mugs, so some of you might find some of them useful or amusing.

[ooc: Despite starting so innocuous, shit's going to get real in this post, and lead to catastrophic events for Legion World and the UP that kick off both the "Resistance Is Futile" and "An Eye For An Eye" plots. OOC posts for both plots will go up shortly, after a few things are revealed. If you'd like to opt out of both plots, there will be opt-outs. In that case, we recommend not having your character comment to this post.]

bringinghopewithme

[This isn't the first time there's been a video post on Legion's network made by a rabbit, but it is the first time the rabbit making it is six feet tall, with an accent thick enough to cut with a knoife.]

G'day, mates. I'm the Easter Bunny.

[This would be the place to insert a punchline, if this were a joke. Bunny does not insert one. Actually, by his smug smile, he seems pretty proud of the title.]

I'm gonna need to get down to Earth sooner rather than later. Gettin' dragged out here did away with most've my powers, and I need to get down to a real bush to figure out what I've still got. Who's headed planetside when?

unrecovered

[Late morning after this 3 AM nightmare, Wash gets on the network sounding both frustrated and vindicated.]

To anyone who received a 3 AM wakeup call last night: I want to apologize on behalf of the idiot making the calls, even though I had nothing to do with it, and let you know that the problem has been...taken care of.

[Wash has Reaper trapped the shit out of every door to York's part of the hab deck. The traps are visible from the outside, so visitors know to avoid them, but not from the inside, where York currently is.]

manwhosoldtheworld

Well, isn't this nice?

[Peter has a mug of coffee clasped between his hands and is wearing an obnoxiously acid green t-shirt. You can take the man out of the gym, but you can't take the gym out of the man. His tastes haven't changed that much.]

Electricity. Hot running water. Coffee. As much alcohol as I can imbibe. It's delightful.

[Yes, he does intend to take advantage of the new-found luxury.]

I would love to say that I'm shocked to be here and all those platitudes about trying to adjust, but really, this makes about as much sense as anything else that's happened to me in the last few years.

Zombie apocalypse, insane hippies with mind-control rays, people growing lizard scales... superheroes and alternate realities seems like the next logical step, as far as logic has anything to do with it.

[He takes a long drink of his coffee.]

Oh yes. You can call me Peter. I'm... A Runner, entertainer, part-time spy and occasional meat shield. I'm sure we'll have a marvellous time together.

pump_action

[The feed opens on what could be a stock footage from a business video; Claire has found her habitat and she's broadcasting from behind the desk of her office, overlooking a corporate campus. She herself is dressed smartly in pale colors.]

Good afternoon, Legion. I thought I should introduce myself. My name is Claire Dearing, otherwise known as The Director. [Keeping it professional, but there's still a little hesitance with her 'superhero name' because seriously, she's a grown woman.]

Back home I was Director of Park Operations for a, uh ... an amusement park, [Sure yeah let's leave it there,] and I'd like to offer my services to anyone who might need business advice. This can be anything from finances, public relations, general or specialized business practices.

[Please just give her something normal to work with.]

Thank you, and I look forward to working with you.

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. ))

hallaifyouherd

[ Someone's been noticing a pattern. Maybe not necessarily connected to the age fluctuations, but one never knows. Instead, she wrinkles her nose slightly. ]

Is it just me, or have people here become a good deal more...amorous, lately?

It's something in the water, isn't it.

walkingballpit

[ The feed is an orange tabby cat. The cat is staggering around a hallway, mewling with increasing unhappiness that echoes around the large brass helmet that has engulfed its head.

Suddenly and without warning, the cat puffs up four sizes and throws itself into a wrestling match with the helmet and floor. Niels writhes and scratches at the helmet, and several times launches his haunches in the other direction, bouncing them lightly off the floor with a tiny burst of bubbles. ]

May I present the grand supreme leader of the Nova Corps, Nova Feline?

[ The cat stops when it hears Robbie's voice and beelines towards the sound of the Person who has done this horrible thing to it. The camera tracks down, just catching the impact of blind fuzzball of doom smacking into Robbie's legs at top speed.

Unfortunately, this cat is not simply going to be dazed by the impact. It goes hurtling off in the other direction, ping ponging off the walls and picking up speed. A trail of kinetic energy bubbles is left in his wake. There's a soft exhalation of 'oh shit' when Niels successfully turns a corner, but Robbie is all-in at this point.

Robbie turns the omnicom back to selfie mode and smirks. ]

Is that a big enough joke for you, Kid Nova? Don't worry - I've got a tracker on his collar, so I'll keep an eye on Niels.

I'm not helping you get your helmet though, Buckethead.

iamresponding

[The young man that shows up on screen looks infinitely younger than his adultier self, despite only being just a few years younger. The Annihilation War had aged him, made little lines and wrinkles appear on his face. For someone in his late twenties, Rich could sometimes look like he was in his thirties, especially when he scowled.]

[But the Rich that shows up on the screen has only fought in one war, and most of his darker memories of the Xandar-Skrull War have been locked up tight by the Xandarians and are yet to be recovered. He doesn't remember Epyrus-7 or the way he mercy-killed both sides after they started to disintegrate. He doesn't remember the fall of Xandar, or watching Quasar get ripped apart in front of him. He's only just old enough to legally drink.]

[All the scars are gone -- figuratively and literally. His right arm is flesh and blood. The scar over the right side of his face has been replaced by perfect skin. This isn't even his ponytail phase, where he was scruffy and impulsive, but had a heart of gold. This is him at the time where he was at his most shallow, fame-obsessed, and insufferably cocky. ]

[He pops up on the screen, practically buoyant with boyish enthusiasm.]

My more-of-an-adult self left me a letter explaining this time weirdness thing that's going on. Blue blazes, I can't believe it took winding up in another universe to hit the big time, but at least it finally happened! This team is basically like the Avengers of this universe, right?

Does older me get all the babes? I bet he gets all the babes. Heck, I was looking at that anonmeme thing and it said not only did I work things out with Namorita, there were also rumors I was with a bunch of other people, too! So I guess I've just got that animal magnetism or something.

[He waves a hand vaguely at the screen.]

Now that I'm a little less grizzled than stumpy, older me looked? Please, all of you, try to restrain yourselves?

[Yes, he seems serious. 100% dead serious, like he completely believes everyone of a certain age will clearly want to jump his bones.]

And I saw him -- me -- talking about being some bigtime space war hero, too! A general! Finally, I'm not stuck with the New Warriors in the bush leagues, practically in traction.

[Yes, he's trashing his superhero team as being beneath him.]

So, tell me, does this Legion thing come with any other perks? Like, aside from getting paid? Like, can we sell rights for movie deals or something? Or get our appearance licensed for the equivalent of Happy Meal toys?

Ooh, ooh, did older me tell any cool stories about the space war? He -- I -- mentioned that it was giant evil space bugs in the letter. I bet that was all like Starship Troopers, except, y'know, cooler. On account of superpowers and actually being able to beat them and stuff. And not being anti-war satire.

[He squints at the letter, which is on the screen next to his comm display.]

Uh, the letter I wrote to myself also says "Tell Robbie to take your omnicom away" but I don't know what older me was even thinking with that. Toothpick, if you try to steal my comm, I'm gonna wedgie you at lightspeed. It also says "stay away from Grif," whoever that is.

[A pause.]

Also...Sam, is it? I guess older me let you go by Nova and he was going by Nova Prime but that's not how it works with kid sidekicks. So you're "Kid Nova" now. Don't worry about changing it, I already told the tech people that handle the roster to fix our superhero names.

[Someone steal his comm and save this man from himself.]

whyarewehere

[ Grif is in one of Legion World's lounges. There's a space future pool table behind him, set up for a game. ]

Hey Legion, how's it going?

[ Wait. No. He holds up a hand. ]

Rhetorical question, don't answer that, it's not what I'm here for. What I'm here to talk to you about today is superpowers.

[ He's found his stride, and taken an almost public-service-announcement tone. ]

Do you have strange new abilities since coming to space? Were you just extra cool before the rest of us and nothing changed? Cause I definitely want to know what you guys got in the Time Trapper lottery and please make it look as awesome as possible.

[ He grins a little. Superpowers are the best. ]

For those of you who are new, which is most of who I'm talking to here? I'm Grif. Doubletime if you want to go all codename on me but... Grif. Really. Sometimes I look like this:

[ He scoops a space-age looking helmet painted bright orange off the floor, presumably, then drops it again with a thunk. It's armor, he's not gonna break it, right? ]

And me? I got this.

[ Grif disappears in an orange blur and suddenly, the pool table clears itself in a flurry of indistinct motion. He comes back down from super speed and casually leans the cue against it. ~~If anyone bothers to slow that down, it was an absolutely disgraceful display and he cheated at least six times.~~ Grif is super smug. ]

So yeah. I kind of got the best power already? Sorry.

[ Oh right, there was something else he wanted. ]

And everybody else? Uh. Anything new that's cool? ...Or just tell me how the last mission went for you. I got to go into the past and wrestle Batman and stuff. He's kind of a dick, honestly.

((( This is a free for all mingle post! Grif will reply to everyone who responds, but this also an invitation to threadjack. If you want to have a character jump into a thread somewhere with anyone else you are absolutely welcome and, in fact, encouraged. This is set after Gods Among Us / To Have And To Hold / The Other Mother and before Time Ripples, so it is slightly backdated to give characters a chance to meet the regular versions of each other before the nonsense begins.
If there's anything I can do to improve your dumb Grif-assisted minglepost experience, feel free to ping me at

zitasaurusrex.)))

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