Cool Your Heels

[whyarewehere]

Who| Grif and Brainiac 5. After Brainy's thread, open.
What| Screwing around on the beach (and additional consequences for Grif being a dick on the comms)
Where| Grif's section of the habitat deck (it's a beach)
When| Around the start of Brightest Day Plot
Warnings/Notes| Grif being forced to deal with things

Running on water? Actually not terrible. It had extremely narrow applications, but Grif could do it. He'd been coming down here to his section of the habitat deck in his spare time to work on it, and was now used to navigating the artificial waves and keeping his balance. It wasn't training. Sure he may have been practicing, sure he may have been improving, but it wasn't training, it was just fun and therefore nobody could criticize him.

There was a satisfaction in doing the speed thing. (It would always be "doing the speed thing", because trying to name it would be embarrassing.) It was easier now, it took less out of him, and he could sustain it for longer these days. It was nice to step out of the normal bounds of being human for a few seconds at a time. Things just felt more manageable at speed. In a world where events always seemed to be moving too fast, Grif could be faster.

He still couldn't overdo it, not for long, and it was time to stop. Grif came back up off the water, panting, uniform wet with spray, and decelerated to a controlled sprawl on his back in the sand. (He was getting better at stopping too, come to think of it. He hadn't faceplanted himself in a while.)

Grif lie with his arms behind his head, breathing hard, and for a few minutes he wasn't an alleged superhero in a galaxy full of weird awfulness with confusing, frustrating people who didn't get him. He was just Grif, lying somewhere warm and comfortable. And that was very okay.

Comments

[googledox]

A green face appeared, hovering over him.

"Your control of your powers is much improved." He'd seen him from a distance as he'd flown in. "It seems you've learned to come to a stop using methods other than stopping with your face."

Just because he was nice to the rookies most of the time didn't mean Brainy wasn't, at heart, a dick.

[abrickhouse]

She'd kicked her boots off the second she'd wandered onto the sand of a beachy area in the Habitat Deck, and just left them behind for her to pick up later. So far she hadn't really met anyone yet. The Medbay people, sure, but they'd told her a lot of the Legionnaires were away on a mission.

That was fine with her. She spent an awful lot of time alone back home, when she was wandering the wastes. Getting used to the new place she was in was first priority, then getting used to new people was second.

So she walked along, looking around, marveling at the kind of technology it probably took to build this whole place. Even all the magic and splendor of Erthe paled in comparison to this space age WORLD OF TOMORROW shit. Then she finally spotted a person that wasn't wearing a staff uniform laying in the sand.

Leela walked over, dropped down into the sand next to him, and put her hands behind her head.

"'Sup," said the total stranger that looked like she'd just stepped out of a fantasy novel, relaxing in the sand as if this was her beach and not his.