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[Open] Video - 002, you are cordially invited to a pancake party!

Who| Connie and everybody who's hungry
What| Pancakes for everyone on Legion World who needs 'em
Where| Connie's unit in the barracks, this time it's a little more furnished so it should be comfortable to hang out
When| After her return from her away mission
Warnings/Notes| excessive pancakery

The Video

Connie hasn't been long back to Legion World since she was shipped off for her away mission but after a single night and catching up with an old friend? It's obvious that more than a few people she cares about have been put through the wringer lately. There's not much she can do by herself to try and boost morale, but she can think of one thing that most people- if not everyone likes.

A video pops up on fellow Legionnaires' feeds showing Connie in her room in the barracks. This time it's brighter than when she first arrived and revealed herself to her fellow teammates, and there's actual furniture in the place! For a moment the video simply pans from the living room towards the kitchen where there are bowls of batter and plates and most importantly?

There are pancakes.

Big and fluffy pancakes, either plain or with handfuls of chocolate or fruit or both! The image holds on the picture of the counter full of pancakes before Connie's face comes in to view at the side of the screen.
"I heard I missed a lot. So...come get some pancakes. If you want to booze them up then byob."
A room number for her quarters pops up on screen for a moment before the feed ends.

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The Room

As shown in the video there's room to sit and talk, or if you'd rather make the minimum social contact while cashing in on free food there's plastic cutlery and paper plates to take to go. She's collected a variety of sauces, some which she might have borrowed from the cafeteria but condiments are easily replaced. To balance out the sugar she's got a coffee put prepped and ready to go, or ask nicely and there will be tea.

In any case, come by and get some pancakes. Because breakfast foods will always make you feel better.

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The video captures her attention immediately. She'd been wandering around, taking in the scenery, snooping around and generally being a nuisance to the employees trying to work but keeping out of trouble for the most part. Hawke would be so proud of her. She was way too busy being fascinated by this futuristic tech to make trouble.

Also, did we mention pancakes? Actually Connie did, and Lash is more or less making a beeline towards the housing units. Or at least where she thinks they may be. She's still getting used to the place.

Fortunately, Lash has a keen internal radar located right in her nose, connected directly to her stomach. So the moment she catches a whiff of that delicious, sweet breakfast food, she follows it dutifully like a Bloodhound. In fact, she invites herself right in, though there is a halfhearted attempt to 'sneak' in— tip-toes and all. Without so much as a 'May I?', she grabs a fork and slides a couple of fresh pancakes onto her plate.

"Mmmmmm..."

Between pancake cooking, Connie's been working on slicing some fruits and vegetables to either go in the pancakes or to give people a break from all the sugar. Then again whose to say someone won't want to try a savoury vegetable pancake, right?

She glances up at the newcomer, a small smile curling her lips as she dips her head in a nod of greeting.

"Have as many as you like."

When Connie catches her eye, she freezes mid-bite like a deer caught in the headlights. It's almost stupid because she knew someone was there, working on the fruit and veggie prep, but she does it anyway almost as if for comical effect.

"Uh—" She swallows her pancake, still staring at her like a feral cat. "OK! I mean, I totally wasn't going to share mine with anyone anyway... so..."

She looks down at her stacked plate. It's not the first time someone hasn't berated her for taking too much food, but that had literally been one time by a certain pink-haired commander of the enemy. Despite that, she still feels humbled by it to some strange degree. Like she feels guilty for doing bad things, who'd a thunk?

Connie snorts and shakes her head, going back to carefully peeling an apple into a long ribbon to turn it into a flower.

"If you're still hungry after all those I can make more," and then after a moment she glances back up and adds, "And I'm Connie, nice to meet you."

She shovels another forkful of pancakes into her mouth. More food, though, is something she's still having some trouble wrapping her head around. It's not like she didn't eat well when she was with the Black Hole army, but dang these are some delicious pancakes. The rations they give ya and the very occasional proper dinners can only sustain a growing girl so much!

"Urm, OK..." she says, looking down at her plate and then back up at Connie. "'m Lash! You do this all the time or something?"

While normally she can put up a pretty tough front and giggle through all her problems, it's still a little hard getting used to genuine kindness.

"Not really, no," Connie admits with a shrug as she sets down the apple-rose on a plate among other intricately cut and sliced fruit, "But pancakes are better when you make a lot of them, and I know a few people who looked like they could use them."

Lash meanders over to gaze at the delicate piece of apple, slowly chopping up another portion of pancake as she shifts her attention from the apple to Connie, then back again.

"Huh, y'don't say. So, something big really did happy around here? I get this weird vibe from people and watching the TV that something really went down!"

"Whatever it was I missed it, which is a damn shame. I do love busting a good corruption plot."

Connie glances up as she picks up at Lash before giving the plate of carved fruit a gentle nudge in Lash's direction. The fruits aren't gonna eat themselves y'know.

"Teeheehee, so that's what it was all about. Looks like even a whole planet full of goody two-shoes super heroes have problems like that too, huh?"

She eyes the fruit, wary about giving anything remote healthy a chance, but it's too pretty to ignore. Grabbing it gently as she can (which probably isn't all that gentle to begin with), she starts picking and nibbling at it.

Making a low 'mmmm' sound, she alternates between the pancakes at the fruit.

"If it seems too good to be true it probably is. People are always going to have differing views on justice and morals. Hell, trying to get just one planet on board with it is hard enough but with this many? I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner."

South is knocking on the door with her foot, because BYOB meant both hands are full with a 24 pack of cheap beer and a bottle of some aged whiskey. And also there's a random bottle of wine tucked under her arm because it had a rooster on the label and that amused her.

"Hey, Connie! Open up!"

"Just a sec!" Connie calls from where she's flipping the last pancake out of the frying pan and onto the last stack on the counter. When she opens the door she blinks at the haul South has brought with her, opening the door wide to better accommodate the bounty she was bringing with her.

"Wow, did you clear 'em out?"

He shows. Which might be a surprise to those who know him, but after his conversation with Washington? He knows holing up and avoiding everyone really isn't going to solve anyone's issues with him.

He's here, he's present, and he's part of a team. One that just did a significant amount of good. So as a form of self-parole, he's allowing himself out in these instances.

The smell of pancakes is an alluring one, and Locus eventually wanders towards the coffee station to fill a cup before considering the food in front of him.

From her spot at in front of the stove she caught a glimpse of Locus coming in. Granted she barely knows the man but it's a good sign that he seems to be out and about, more so than Wash has been lately in any case. Not that she blames Wash- after seeing the Legacies herself she's got that antsy tingle at the back of her skull to do something about them before they hit any closer to home.

Flipping the contents of her skillet out onto a plate for anyone to grab she calls over her shoulder to him.

"Feel free to take any you like the look of. Or I could surprise you."

"They are pancakes. I doubt there are any surprises in store," he replies, not disparagingly but more in the tone of one that doesn't really find much to be surprised about anymore.

Tired. The word might in fact be 'tired'.

And he takes a swig of the coffee. Black, of course.

"Well when you say it like that it feels like a challenge. Let me make you something and then you can say if it's surprising or not."

She half turns to the stove before pausing. She's not familiar enough with Locus as she is with the other Freelancers to truck on ahead and do her thing, but he does look like he could use a meal.

"But only if you're hungry. Otherwise I've got lots more coffee."

"I could eat."

He prefers savory dishes but pancakes? Pancakes will do. So long as he has something to cut the inevitable sweetness. Perhaps that's the real reason he's nursing his black coffee, for the moment.

Meanwhile, he'll just be standing there. Watching. Intently. Don't mind him.

Alright then.

She nods and turns back to the ingredients in front of her, spooning some of the base pancake batter into a smaller bowl to flavour it, but with what? Something to compliment the coffee if he still intends to drink it black. Into the batter she mixes some dark chocolate and a pinch of cayenne before pouring them out into skillet in enough to make a small stack. In a separate bowl she gets a few spoonfuls of whipped cream and tosses in a bit of cinnamon and a few drops of bitters between flipping the pancakes. Once both sides are done she plates them up with a spoonful of whipped cream between each pancake.

Fresh out of the pan the cream's already starting to melt as she slides the plate over.

"Let me know what you think."

He's been watching, and an eyebrow goes up at the cayenne, but he wants to see where this goes. Dark chocolate and spice is generally promising, where his palette is concerned...

"Thank you."

He nods as he takes hold of the plate, arranging it carefully in one hand before methodically cutting off a piece and taking a bite. The flavor is mild but present, and significantly more complex than he's used to from pancakes, generally a buttery sugary mess whenever he's had them before.

The expression that falls over his face is a surprised one. And he doesn't wait long before taking another bite.

They show up quickly because, um, free food? York comfortable in one of Locus' hoodies and a red shirt claiming him 'Legion-Certified STD Free' because his new friends are trolls and that's not a terrible thing. Delta's riding in the hood of his hoodie as he knocks on the door, a plate of foilish (it's not foil but looks and ACTS like foil so close enough) covered hash browns on hand as a contribution to the comfort carbs going around. "Hey there Connie."

Now there's a sight for sore eyes- and the two of them are together this time. Connie can't help but grin to see them both, and the promise of something savory to ride over all the sugar in the pancakes is very welcome.

"Hey you two-"

An eyebrow raises as she spots York's shirt and she snorts.

"Wow, York."

"Gift from a new friend. Babbage kinda let the cat out of the bag RE my entrance medical exam and, well." He gestures to his shirt. All the people he knows are trolls, in other news: Water is wet. Delta sighs and wobbles on York's shoulder for a moment until he extends his arm, allowing him to cross it like a bridge in Connie's direction.

I advised him NOT to wear it.

"Not like this is exactly a G rated gathering, but if any of the younger kids ask I am not giving them the talk."

Connie smiles as Delta crosses towards her and she leans in to offer her own arm if he wanted to be her shoulder angel for a bit.

"It's good to see you, D."

"I'm pretty sure most of the teens know what it's about. IF I see any younger ones I'll just close the hoodie." Easy peasy. Delta continues the walk over York's shoulder and arm up onto CT's, resting a hand against her hair for a moment for stability.

It is good to see you as well, Connie. We appreciate the effort you have gone through providing us with pancakes.

"Pancakes make everything better, and I figured there were more than a few people who needed them." Connie grins, waiting for Delta to settle before she moves again.

"And speaking of which," Connie tilts her head, reaching out with the arm Delta's not on to give the sleeve of York's hoodie a curious little tug, "Is this a new one?"

Grif types out a reply to the video, it just reads count to fifteen.

He doesn't quite make fifteen, more like seventeen, but being late means a lot less when you're a speedster. Grif walks in like he does this all the time, panting less than he would've been if this were only a few months ago, and cheerfully helps himself to a plate.

"Connie, do you want to be my new favorite Freelancer? Cause I think you're gunning for it," he says as he drowns the pancakes in enough syrup to make a Canadian nauseous.

Connie grins at the reply, shaking her head with a soft snort as she vaguely keeps track of the seconds that pass before Grif actually shows up. A second or two of difference isn't going to matter much when she's already got this many pancakes going and lots of batter to make more.

"Why not? It'd be a first," Connie replies as she watches the stack of pancakes slowly disappear under the waterfall of syrup, "So who's your old favourite Freelancer, then?"

Grif plunks himself down at Connie's table and makes himself at home.

"York's an okay guy," he says through a mouthful of pancake. "Has good priorities."

By which he means: when he met York they were both annoyed about how the space future doesn't have real hamburgers.

Wash... Wash is just everyone's dad somehow and while he appreciates Wash? It's not something he can admit to.

"He was always a good people person," Connie agrees, grabbing two cups of coffee before she takes a seat at the table too, keeping one cup to herself as she slides the other over to Grif.

"How many of us have you met? Here and back home, I mean."

Grif deigns to swallow before replying. This is a high point in manners for him.

"Besides you guys here? Tex and Wyoming. They kind of fucked your chances at a good first impression."

She snorts.

"Wow, no fucking wonder. Wyoming's an ass on the best of days, and Tex- Well, she's Tex."

Connie takes a sip of her coffee, scalding her tongue a bit but it's worth the distraction.

Grif raises an eyebrow. "So did you guys have Tex stories too, or what?"

It's nice to know that they're not the only ones.

"Yeah, you could say that."

Connie checks the time real quick, debates for a moment before heading off to grab a bottle of whiskey she stashed in one of the higher cabinets. Taking a seat she sets the bottle down between them.

"We don't talk about Tex stories sober."

Grif's face splits into a grin.

"You guys have a much cooler Tex story policy than we ever did."

...Mostly because sober was the only option back in that canyon. He is down for this.

"I don't know how many of the others do this but it's how I deal with it," Connie replies as she pours a measure into her mug of coffee.

"Do you want to start or should I?"

"I guess for starters: We thought she was a ghost," Grif offers as he enhances his own coffee. He's not embarrassed, it was a reasonable conclusion based on the evidence they had.

"A really, really bitchy ghost."

"A ghost?" Connie arches a brow as she takes a sip. He's not exactly wrong, and that's certainly a poetic way to look at it.

"How- what made you think that?"

"Transparent? Possesses people?" Grif counts them off on two fingers as if this is clearly the best evidence.

"We would've called the Ghostbusters but I'm sure Command didn't have that in the budget."

"Wow. She must have picked that up sometime after I last saw her."

Connie snorts, shaking her head as she takes a deeper drink of her spiked coffee. The 'transparent' part she could understand from a holographic projection standpoint, like how Delta usually takes form. But possessing people? That's kinda new.

"Yeah, no. Command may have had the budget for it but certainly not the fucks to give."

"Our rookie kinda killed her. A little bit," Grif explains. You know, a "little bit" because it didn't stick.

"So you guys like... trained with her?"

"Yeah, she kicked all of our asses when she first showed up-"

Connie halts midsentence, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise as she just stares at Grif.

"Wait, What? How...how'd your rookie get the drop on Tex?"

"You know those flashy alien grenades that stick to stuff?"

Where did they even get those? Who knows. Freelancer Command and their crazy simulation plans, right?

"Turns out the kid has a really good arm."

"You're kidding me."

Connie just stares a moment more. Shaking her head slightly she grabs the bottle of booze and takes a shot straight from it, wincing a little at the burn.

"Well fuck me. I mean- we tried those, and she always found someway to skew our aim or land the things on someone else's face and next thing you know you're kissing dirt and she gets the point."

Is it a little bit weird that he's proud of something Donut did? Maybe. He lifts a finger off his cup to point at Connie a little.

"Hey, we may not be good at shit, but we get it done."

...Sometimes. Kind of.

"She came back though, so it doesn't really matter. I guess."

"It does matter. Y'all got her down to the mat!"

Connie sets the bottle down, grumbling as she rests her chin in her palm with a huff.

"That's more than I ever did."

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