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[He's had days to think about this. Spent a lot of time cooped up and moping. But the medicine is working and the words are coming back and sometimes he actually has the energy to move. He went to his Hab space the other day, slipped off his shoes and laid in the grass, the same way he had when he first got to Legion World and had reveled in the feeling of still being alive.]

[He's not sure if he's glad to be alive now, but he's at least glad that if he is alive, he's not there. He's glad that he never has to go back - that there isn't even a back to go to. The Cancerverse is gone. For good. ]

[And he's talked to a few people, and has had a lot to think about.]

[Robbie promised him a penthouse room in Mt. Wundagore and... he's ready to go home. He's ready to go home and do a lot of things differently. He's ready to take what he's learned from being in the Legion, not the least of which was to lean on his friends again instead of taking it all on alone.]

[He's still jittery and on edge and he doesn't like being seen that way, so his message to the rest of the team is in text. It's just easier to talk to people that way. For someone who tries to be kind when others are at their weakest, he's never been comfortable with anyone seeing him that way.]

Sorry it's taken me so long to talk to everyone. I needed some time to myself. My memories of the Cancerverse are still all jumbled up in a way where I can't really tell where I was first - here on Legion World or there.

Anyway, I want to say I'm sorry for what I did while I was under the control of the squids. It felt like something was wrong but I didn't know what and anytime I thought about talking to someone, I just...didn't want anything to be wrong. And it got all hazy whenever I thought about doing something about it.

But I should've tried harder to tell someone.

And if I said anything weird or nasty to anyone, I'm sorry for that, too. I can remember things better now and it was like two conversations were always going on, one where they were talking through me and a fake one they made me remember. I always walked away thinking I'd said something else. I think they were trying to isolate me and push people away. I swear if they said something awful, I didn't mean it. I remember saying something else.

As for how I'm doing, since I know a few of you might ask: Dr. Ry'kerr says I have PTSD now. I've always been pushing close to it, with the war and everything back home, but this pushed me right over the edge, I guess. She says it's better if I talk about it instead of pretending it's not there. I don't know if that's true but some of the other stuff she's done has helped so far.

I'll be honest, I'm kind of a mess right now. But I'm not there, that's what matters.

It's bad enough, though, that I don't know if I'll be able to help the team for a while. I think if everything goes to hell with Chronoblivion, I can maybe step up, but right now I just need some time to work through some things. Kid Q says I should take it easy and that if I get cleared for duty again, we'll try some easy missions first. Baby steps.

A lot of people helped me in the Cancerverse - and Peter and Worldmind, too, and I want to thank all of you. Dying wasn't an option but you all could've wound up stuck in that place, and trust me, that would've been worse. I wouldn't be here right now if it weren't for you. I'd either be dead or stuck there again. Forever. Which I don't even want to think about.

I don't know how I feel about being here right now, but I know how I feel about not being there. The time I spent there made it so I was barely a person anymore. Just instinct and misery. I could've been trapped in all that again, but I wasn't thanks to some of you. So thank you.

I guess that's all I wanted to say.
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[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.
]
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[ 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! ]
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[ 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. ))
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[ 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.
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[personal profile] 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.]

Video

May. 24th, 2017 10:26 pm
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[personal profile] 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.]
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[personal profile] relativityspeaking
[When Kid Q goes on the comms for the post-mission debrief, she is smiling. Smiling smiling smiling.]

I'm happy to report that both of the recent missions were a complete success. After we weakened Tsarista by breaking out of all her story scenarios, we managed to re-capture her in an omnicom. Some of our allies from Sorcerer's World have given us some assistance in providing better magical protections around her prison.

[Her smile widens slightly and goes mischievous.]

If anyone wants to see the pictures we got of Brainy turned into an adorable forest creature, Timber Wolf is making the rounds.
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[video]

Mar. 14th, 2017 03:48 pm
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[personal profile] touchmydragon
Greetings.

[Starting it with a hello was fine, he was sure. Still, talking to more people than just one was proving to be a difficult prospect. He'd have to call on experience from his past.]

While not a current priority, where would one go if one required both mechanical repair and medical attention? Can the medics fulfill both purposes?

I am willing to provide a service in exchange for this information. Simply let me know.

[A one-for-one. Hopefully that was enough. Genji gave a slight bow with two fingers in front of where his mouth would be before turning things off.]
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[personal profile] iamresponding
[Rich hasn't been very vocal lately. After Murderworld, especially after running into those bugs, he retreated into himself a little bit. It wasn't full moping, just thoughtfulness, and he needed some quiet time.]

[But he's got to speak up on this. He's got a perspective most don't and maybe that can help.]

Kid Q already got the lecture out of the way, so I'm not gonna do that. That isn't what this is.

In that last mission, some of us had disagreements about lethal force, and we had to sideline them because of the urgency of the situation, but it's something we still need to talk about, because those disagreements aren't going to go away.

Now, I occupy a unique position on this. I've been a meta-powered cop, a superhero, and a soldier. I've been to war. I've led an army in a war against omnicidal space bugs, and you can be damn sure I didn't have my soldiers hold back.

I didn't hold back either. I've killed more than my fair share of sentients, and when it came down to facing the intergalactic despot that ordered his army to slaughter billions, I pulled his guts out through his throat. And you know what, if given the chance to do it again, I'd do it ten thousand times over.

My point here is I get it. I've seen that side of things well enough to understand sometimes that's what it takes. The problem here is this is not warfare that we're facing. Right now, we're law enforcement. We have a mandate from this universe's government to follow their laws, and a responsibility to the public to follow their morals -- and they value life here -- and having also allied myself with some ugly customers for the sake of the common good, I know that even terrible people can sometimes find purpose and redeem themselves, so this universe valuing life enough to give at least some criminals a chance to reform ain't exactly entirely misplaced.

But whether any of us agree with that principle or not, the public trusts us to follow a certain standard and we ultimately serve them. When it comes to police work, there's levels of force. With a team of over thirty metapowered individuals, we're a small army. I don't know if any of you noticed, but even with non-lethal force we cleaned their clocks the other day, with no casualties, most of the villains detained, no civilians harmed, and minimal serious injuries.

Having that kind of power and the kind of numbers we have changes the entire ballgame, because it changes the nature of the conflicts we face. It means that villains can go to greater extremes -- extremes that in other situations would require fatal force to stop -- and we're powerful enough that we can handle those extremes. When you're a superhero, controlling battlefield conditions and preventing casualties is a lot easier than it would be without the metapowers.

I guess what I'm trying to do here is bridge the gap and try to help people understand why all this is the way it is.
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[personal profile] saltsweet
Okay, let me see if I’ve got this straight.

[ The feed opens on Videl with her usual judgmental expression, but she’s now sporting a significantly more stylish haircut than the last time anyone saw her. ]

It’s been ten years, and you guys still haven’t beaten Chronoblivion? What have you been doing all this time?

[ Further complaining is interrupted by a rustling noise next to her. Videl turns to look to her left and some indistinct mumbling can be heard off screen. ]

It hasn’t been ten years here? Well, how long has it been? [ More mumbling. Videl groans impatiently. ] You’re no help at all.

[ She returns her attention to the camera feed, running her fingers through her hair as she tries to call back memories she’s left untouched for years. It may not be evident by her appearance, but ten years have passed since Videl and Gohan disappeared from an off-world mission around Valor Day. ] I don’t see what the Time Trapper thinks he’s going accomplish by dragging us back now, after all this time. I haven’t been at the top of my game since before Pan was born and Gohan’s training is sporadic at best.

[ She heaves a sigh. Videl’s frustration is only surface-level though; deep down, she’s a flurry of excitement about the idea of reliving her glory days. ]

Anyone mind helping an old lady get up to speed? Last I remember, Gohan and I were on a mission on either Rimbor or Bgztl and it was getting close to Christmas. Or whatever they call Christmas here.
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[The Legion World staff maintains a feed of all Legion-related media so Legionnaires can be kept abreast of any reporting that's done on them. This all happens nearly-live, with the newslinks picking up on it as it happens. It filters into the Legion news feed quickly.]
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[VIDEO]

Feb. 1st, 2017 09:52 pm
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[personal profile] thedreamisdead
[The hardest decision with this video was helmet on or helmet off. She decides helmet on. These people don't know who the Judges are, the impact would be lost, but there's no point in appearing too friendly early on. She might like them, they might like her, but early impressions were the longest lasting. As it said in Comportment, "Give me the juve..."

The video snaps on with America in her quarters. It's rather cold and sterile, she hasn't decorated or anything.
]

Good evening. I won't take up much of your time, I'm sure you've got other things to do tonight. I'm America Beeny. I'd prefer to be addressed as Judge Beeny. I know the title doesn't mean much to you, so let me explain it this way; in my world, Justice Department personnel are the sole representatives of what was once America's justice system. The country, not me. [A ghost of a smile crosses her lips.] Think of us as justice unimpeded by the corruption and fallacies of courtroom dramas.

As for my credentials, the average Cadet spends fifteen years in the Academy of Law before earning their full eagle. I graduated after eleven. I've spent nine years on the streets, survived an extradimensional incursion, had an extended tour of duty in the Cursed Earth, and lived through the worst biological attack in recorded memory. I've trained deputies and militias in the Cursed Earth townships and I'm a member of the Council of Five, the main lawmakers for Mega-City One. If there's anyone who needs help with some aspect of training, I'm sure I can lend a hand. Feel free to ask.

Upon arrival here, I found that, among other things, I'd gained laser vision and the ability to generate explosions. So there's that. I look forward to working with you people and seeing alternative justice systems. If there are any questions, feel free to ask.

[She seems to have run out of things to say. There's a pause, then she slowly raises her left hand and pops the last bit of what appears to be a cheeseburger into her mouth. Chewing, she reaches out and shuts off the camera.]
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[personal profile] relativityspeaking
[Kid Quantum has hit the sonic shower and changed into a fresh uniform, but she hasn’t hit the Med Bay to take care of the cut on her cheek. The medtechs are too busy with people who actually need their care, a scabbed-over cut is can be taken care of at any time. She looks tired: she hasn’t had a chance to rest since the remainder of the Legion was called to Cargg.]

Just to save everyone the need to explain things, this is a briefing to let both mission teams know what happened to the other. This message is secured even away from Legion staffers, so everyone can feel secure in sharing mission data. Everyone settle in and get comfy: it’s going to be a long one.
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[Video]

Dec. 5th, 2016 05:00 pm
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[The image is shaky at first, since he's holding it. A moment later and the image stabilizes and becomes much more than a chin or pair of nostrils. Stephen comes into view, he's wearing a red cloak with a high collar but it isn't his cloak and he's pretty miffed she didn't get pulled into this universe.]

Hello, everyone, I figure it's best to see if there's anyone I know here. New arrival, Doctor Stephen Strange, if that name rings a bell I congratulate you. That means you're alive and well because I was probably your Doctor. You're welcome.

[He waves a yellow-gloved hand. Underneath they were scarred and ached in certain temperatures, so he figured it'd be best to protect them in this manner.]

Now I've done this whole multiverse song-and-dance deal before. If I'd had the foresight to bring the Eye of Agamotto with me I could have taken care of your little problem. Chronoblivion? Been there, done that.

[He gets a dark look, and shakes it off. That sound exactly like Dormammu and he wouldn't be surprised if that simply was what they called him in this universe.]

Too many times.

Plus, what's the deal with giant world-eating entities? Do they have a club or something? Is it like what they do for fun since they're all bored in their dimensions?

Anyway. I decided to join your little group of Legionaires. I can't use magic here for some reason, but apparently I can still do some things. It's a little different from what I'm used to, but it's nice not having to worry about losing your sling ring.
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[personal profile] bachido
You guys have SO MUCH MUSIC HERE it's amazing I've never heard anything like it!

[The omnicom's sensitivity is the only thing keeping Kubo's post legible. The poor boy has finally discovered all that the modern music industry has to offer (or at least a significant chunk of it) and he's screaming with all the excitement his bard heart can muster into the voice recognition software.]

What's your favorite song and whats your favorite

Band I guess? Is that the word? Band! or performer! Because I'm a musician but I don't know much about all this space music and space machines!

Anyway my name is Kubo and I'll be performing in the cafeteria every day at midday if you want to come hear a story so you should come tell me about your favorite music or just listen to mine there!
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[ Grif is in high spirits today. He seems to actually be in one of the training rooms for once, which makes that a lot weirder. ]

Hey guys. There are a bunch of weirdos running around and it's been a while since we talked about powers. So guess what we're going to do today?

[ 'We' because he expects participation, dammit! ]

And because I'm feeling generous, I'll start. Guess who learned a new thing?

[ He points at himself with both thumbs and backs up, revealing a line of targets. He steps back, lines up his shoulder with them, and winds up his arm like a softball pitcher. He doesn't stop. Grif's arm blurs as he speeds up, and finally the force of the moving air is enough to tip over the nearest target. But only the nearest one. He stops, gestures at it with definite pride, and continues. ]

So let's talk about your powers because we already know mine are pretty awesome.

[ Of course they are, Grif. ]

Has anybody else figured out anything cool? And if you're new: I'm Grif and this is basically my job around here. Tell me what you got, because I'm still way disappointed about the lack of eye lasers we got going on on this team. I could read profiles, but who has time for that crap?

If I know you already... I don't know. Injury status report? What did you have for lunch? I'm just bored, okay?

((( 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 conversation with anybody you are absolutely welcome and, in fact, encouraged. Feel free to have characters ignore the point, talk about other things, etc etc. Threads are assumed to be public unless you mark them otherwise. This is set after the Ambush of TTHS but the Investigation is still ongoing. )))
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[personal profile] walkingballpit
[ The camera feed turns on, and it's immediately an in-focus, decently framed shot. Robbie actually has experience with selfie feeds and took the time to learn the controls before he started shooting.

The content is being winged, though, because it's really hard to screw up hello. Robbie grins at the camera.
]

The Pledge of a Legion, so that's a thing.

[ There's just enough of a rush to his voice to slur the edges of the words into "Pledge of Allegiance". Saying hi doesn't mean he can't amuse himself for a split second while testing the waters for possible temporarily-borrowed contemporaries. ]

Never actually had to vow before. Sign things, yes. This is kind of more official than I like to work, but a team's a team. You guys can help me with the future deets, and I'll start working on that new catchphrase for you.

[ And a new pledge, and a new team name, because wow. It's all so on-the-nose that it hurts, or maybe it's the smell of raw earnestness wafting around this place. He might've written up a few theoretical oaths for the New Warriors, back in the day, but he never got around to showing them to anyone. Enacting them, though, that takes consensus. Robbie doesn't think he'd have managed it.

He throws a deuce, because he'll never have another chance to confuse future alien peoples.
]

What up, Legion? Speedball in the house.
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[personal profile] 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. )))
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[personal profile] relativityspeaking
Listen up, Legion. Unfortunately, our little vacation from catastrophe is apparently over. (Surprise surprise.)

The Legion outpost around Phelolu just registered a new incursion through the rift, made up of several groups of people, all of them apparently armed with different colored power rings, not unlike the one that used to be wielded by your fellow Legionnaire, Hal Jordan, and not unlike the ones wielded by the various Lanterns of ancient galactic history.

The outpost was attacked by yellow and red ringwielders, but was successfully defended by ringwielders with pink, purple, blue, and green rings.

The outpost staff sent us the footage they captured.

[Footage briefly plays, showing the view outside the outpost of several groups of Lanterns fighting each other, glowing in various colors. The ones bearing yellow and red rings look terrible and sinister. Some of them look like they're mostly made up of claws and fangs, and the reds spew flaming blood at their enemies, burning some of them alive.]

[The violets are beautiful as they fly around with their crystalline powers -- and er, slightly scantily clad. The indigo tribesman are few but an impressive force on the battlefield, redirecting ring energy with their staffs. The greens and blues seem to work together very well -- green constructs bolstered by blue energy -- as if the blues were made to support the greens. After a successful defense is mounted for the Legion outpost and the red and yellow lanterns are dealt considerable damage, with many of them successfully captured, first the yellows retreat with stargates and then the reds.]

After the yellow and red Lanterns retreated to locations unknown, the contingents of pink, purple, blue, and green Lanterns contacted the outpost and were diverted to Legion World, where their situation was explained to them. Between Brainy's scans and their own words, we've determined that they're from the 21st century, in a slightly alternate universe, rather than our universe's own past. (And also an alternate to your universe, Jordan).

There are rumors that the Lanterns all retreated to the edge of the universe back in ancient times, and we believe that the reds and yellows may have left to seek out any of their counterparts that exist in this universe in the 31st century. If they find them -- and the location of the power batteries that would let them link up and recharge their rings -- we could be looking at a renewal of the ancient war they all used to fight.

The other contingents of Lanterns are allied together and asking for the Legion's help in stopping the reds and yellows. The greens think they already have a lead on where the ancient Green Lanterns settled in our universe. They think it might be on the remains of a once living planet called Mogo, who was a Green Lantern, and think they know where to find him. The pinks can apparently detect something similar and think they can find the power source that the pinks of this universe used to use in ancient times.

I'm going to be leading a team to go with them, as an escort and to help mount an offense against the reds and yellows before they return to wreak havoc in civilized space. The Lanterns we'll be working with aren't familiar with this century or any of its politics, and they're also even unfamiliar with some of its species since they didn't exist until certain worlds were colonized.

The team I bring has to be prepared to wield any rings we might be able to get our hands on. After seeing the power profiles they were able to give us, we're going to need all the firepower we can get. Our own powers might not cut it.

Questions, concerns, protests, or letters of resignation because an ancient space war is restarting and who needs that nass -- go.

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