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

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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.

Comments

[whyarewehere]

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."

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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.

[whyarewehere]

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.

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"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."

[whyarewehere]

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.

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"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?"

[whyarewehere]

"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."

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"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?"

[whyarewehere]

"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."

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"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."

[whyarewehere]

"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?"

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"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?"

[whyarewehere]

"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."

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"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."

[whyarewehere]

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."

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"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."