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The Legion [Mods] ([personal profile] letsgolegion) wrote in [community profile] legionmissions2016-08-01 01:38 am

Unification Week - [Mod Event]

Who| Open to Everyone!
What| Unification Week
Where| The capital city of Yodot, on the Planet Daxam
When| Some time after "In Brightest Day"
Warnings/Notes| N/A

UNIFICATION WEEK


Unification Week has arrived! One of the few celebrations across the United Planets that is truly universal, Unification Week is a week-long celebration of the establishment of the United Planets. Every year, the celebration ends on the anniversary of the signing of the accord that led to the formation of the UP.

This year, Unification Week is taking place in the capital city of Yodot, on the planet Daxam, a somewhat controversial move because of the xenophobic Daxamite terrorist cell, The White Triangle, attacking Earth and other UP worlds several years before -- an attack that led to the genocide of the entire planet Trom. Despite the past actions of this terrorist splinter faction -- or perhaps partly because of them -- the majority of Daxam has decided to warmly welcome the rest of the UP to their world.

Bathed in the warm light of Daxam's red sun, visitors that enter the city (after their required lead screening, of course, due to how deadly it is to Daxamites) will find the city of Yodot decked out in 31st century splendor, with nearly countless festival grounds, markets, art installations, and other amusements. For the first time in a millennia, the Daxamites have rediscovered their roots as colonists and explorers from Krypton, the world of Superman's birth, and now they're attempting to embrace the galaxy beyond them. This is their first year ever hosting such a festival and they've pulled out all the stops as a way of extending a hand of peace to the other worlds of the UP -- and representing the very best of its ideals.

SCENARIO A: LEGION-CON
Whatever anyone thinks about the current state of the Legion of Super-Heroes, it has very quickly become an important symbol of the United Planets. Legion-Con is still a fairly new part of the celebration, but Unification Week is always a good excuse for fans to get together with fellow Legion fans to talk about their heroes -- or maybe just about their sex lives. So far, no known Legionnaires have been recognized attending Legion-Con, but there are always rumors, and hope springs eternal.

Anyone attending will find themselves awash in a constant tide of nerd fandom, with everything from cosplayers, to vendors hawking Legion merchandise, to artists selling Legion-based art, to informative panels on all manner of Legion subjects (such as an information-gathering gossip panel on the most mysterious, newest Legionnaires). In sharp contrast with some of the other attractions is the holographic memorial hall, honoring the Legionnaires that were seemingly killed over a year ago, where emotional Legion fans can frequently be seen weeping despondently as they leave.

While the old Legion is honored in many places here, the new Legionnaires have clearly captured the attention -- and the hearts -- of the UP public.

SCENARIO B: MARKETS
Countless marketplaces have sprung up through the city, with enterprising individuals selling wares from myriad worlds. The native Daxamites have an impressive and colorful array of clothes, artifacts, and other sundries to offer visitors, and they're definitely not alone. Even some residents of the Second Galaxy have set up shop, welcomed by the UP in the hopes that it will influence their peoples to eventually join up. These enterprising traders have a wide array of things to sell, from foods entirely alien to even the UP, to colorful handwoven cloth and clothes, made with ancient weaving methods lost to time in the United Planets.

SCENARIO C: CONCERTS
In the future, people still know how to rock out. Multiple concerts are being thrown throughout the city, with music from countless cultures. Some of the hottest bands to play on the medialinks have agreed to participate, leading to band lineups that will someday become legend.

While some of the music might not appeal to every ear (especially since some some individuals can only hear in certain frequencies), the people attending are guaranteed to have their faces melted off by the power of future rock and roll. (Only figuratively, of course, except for that one performance by the silicon-based Veldamites that carbon-based organics are prohibited from attending so they aren't resonated into their base molecules). Even the bands that pass for future pop are catchy as anything.

Choreography has evolved over the years and with the inclusions of multiple species, leading to backup dancing that has to be seen to be believed, and the standard pyrotechnics and laser light shows of the concerts of old have long since been surpassed by the wonders of holographic technology, making even the visuals of these concerts impossible to forget.

SCENARIO D: ART & HISTORY
For the more intellectually-inclined, art and history exhibitions have been arranged, where people can enjoy great works of art and artifacts from countless UP member worlds. Visitors can marvel over the three-dimensional, holographic, fractal art created by the great Coluan recursivists, masters of mathematical visual design. Or they can walk through the colorful cloth-webs of the Vyrgans, who can see on a greater color spectrum than the human eye. These room-sized tapestries are threaded together communally by artist collectives instead of a single artist.

The exhibitions of Earth are often considered the most eclectic, if not the most skillful. Alongside ancient Earth artifacts such as "automobiles" and "floppy disks," are strange modern art installations. One of them that's currently taken the Earth art world by storm is called "Residue of an Experience," a giant white canvas smeared with blue paint. The placard says that the piece of art was created by the artist, Brecadron, inviting two of his friends to wrestle naked in paint on the canvas while he played a detuned bass for twenty minutes straight. While the Earth art world regards it, and similar art displays, as great modern masterpieces, various aliens often leave the displays looking somewhat bewildered.

SCENARIO E: RIDES
And what would a celebration of this magnitude be without rides? Roller coasters and log flumes and merry-go-rounds and things that spin you until you puke up whatever you bought at the market today, all yours to experience for a handful of tickets at the booths at the gates. Of course, the wide variety of bodies belonging to members of the United Planets means that actually getting on the rides takes more than a "you must be this tall to ride" marker...

For those that want something slower, anti-grav spheres, clear except for cushions at the bottoms, can be ridden in the air over the city, providing breath-taking views of Yodot and the jungle-like wilderness around it.

SCENARIO F: FIREWORKS
On the seventh day of the festivities -- the anniversary of the signing of the UP accord -- there is a massive "fireworks" show at the end of the last night. No one need worry about any errant incendiary devices, however, as they've long since been replaced with holograms. That means that the lights that explode over the skies and the music that sounds through the air are limited only by the imagination.

After a rousing speech by the UP president, Winema Wazzo, about the unity between the UP worlds, a metal sculpture -- a sphere with constructs on it representing the UP's many member worlds -- raises up, and it's from this unifying symbol that the lights start shooting up into the air. The display is over two standard Earth hours long, and not a single moment of it is a waste of that time. When it's all over, cheers sound through the city of Yodot, and despite their differences, for one moment, a galaxy is united in celebrating the relative peace they've been able to maintain between countless species, against all odds.

SCENARIO G: WILD CARD
Plenty of surprises can happen during a festival like Unification Week. Even despite the fairly competent security being provided by the Science Police, minor crimes like thefts or muggings can happen. Accidental fires can spring out in busy marketplaces. Attempted assassinations of important officials can occur. While this particular Unification Week is fortunately free of any major attacks, it's always possible that Legionnaires might find themselves the only thing standing in the way of a little havoc -- and that means it's their job to keep these problems from ruining or interrupting the festivities.
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[personal profile] kingtyrantranger 2016-08-01 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
SCENARIO A:

Jason's used to crowds. Angel Grove isn't a small place, after all, and he's been to a few martial arts tournaments. And then there was Power Rangers Day a few weeks ago. He was pretty good with all that. But then there are crowds, and there's crowds.

With well over a million visitors coming in to Legion-Con, getting lost in the hustle and bustle is a very real possibility. He hadn't wanted to be recognized, so he'd stopped by a booth, denying that he was a Legionnaire of course (apparently all humans looked alike to some races. Go figure.) and bought a Great Saiyaman helmet just to cover the whole 'secret identity' gig. He was used to the big, bulky helmets, rather than the Nova setups they had. A hoodie modeled after Gwen's and he was pretty well set on the secret identity gig.

Not that it stopped another vendor from suckering him into a few more goods, like a shell-shaped backpack, a Founding Members poster, and fuzzy slippers modeled after Gates. Kimberly would've been mortified at his shopping choices. Then again, she probably would've spent all day at the clothing stalls.

He stopped at the bounds of a cone of silence to admire a clear, quiet circle of mentallo-sculptors, using helmets that projected their thoughts into reality, as they worked together to create an ever-evolving tribute to the Legion's history, one form flowing into another as it ran through the members, their tragedies, and their triumphs. Not as they were, Jason knew from experience that Karate Kid wasn't that built, but as the people saw them. Something just short of living gods.

And we're supposed to measure up to that?

Scenario B:

If the vendors at Legion-Con weren't bad enough, there was the actual market. Buying one of everything available would easily bankrupt a small nation, Jason bet. Still, it didn't stop him from springing on a few more items.

He'd skipped over the spectro-tailor. Normally an outfit that changed color with your mood would've grabbed his attention, but not after the Lantern business. But the programmable ferrofluid statuette was too cool to pass up. Billy probably would've loved it. If he ever got home, he'd have to remember to give it to him.

He paused outside of a flower stand, considering for a moment as a batch of plants hummed to match the surrounding mood of enthusiasm. Who would I even give that to? Gwen was cute, but she was more of a buddy than anything else. Videl was straight up awesome, but he wasn't sure what was up with her and Gohan. Jazmin was really busy, and... Overall, nice thought? But he honestly barely knew any of them. Offering flowers would just be weird and really not his place.

He dropped a few credits into the tip jar, then slipped into line at a food vendor who'd set up stall a few spaces down. Maybe some noodles would do him good.

Scenario F:

Fireworks. Awesome at normal times. But Jason had decided to both cheat and dabble in a long-denied secret curiosity, using his flight ring to hover above the action and watch them go off beneath him. He'd even sent out an invite on the omnicomms to join him, setting up a hovertable in the air next to them to handle the food and drinks.

It was a little disappointing to learn that the fireworks were all fake, but that disappointment had faded as soon as the first series of lights went off beneath him, illuminating the crowd.

"Whoof. I might have set things up a little too close to the action, huh?" Despite the complaint, he was laughing. Talk about a way to feel like a little kid again.
unrecovered: (Oh well damn)

LEGION-CON: MEET THE NEW LEGIONNAIRES PANEL

[personal profile] unrecovered 2016-08-02 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Nobody is quite sure how it made its way on the schedule or how they got roped into it, but there's a Meet the New Legionnaires panel and somehow you've wound up a part of it. Scheduling gives the panel two hours, because hey, it's bound to be popular, right?]

[How did it go? Were the fans respectful of you? Did you make an utter fool of yourself? Did a war break out in the audience about who you should really fall in love with? Either way, the panel's over; time to retreat to the behind the scenes area and commiserate with the other Legionnaires stuck there with you. Hopefully some enterprising fans won't waylay you first asking for autographs and holographic selfies.]

[OOC: Start your own subthreads below this one. Feel free to summarize what your character did during the panel and go wild!]
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Wash

[personal profile] unrecovered 2016-08-02 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Well that was an unmitigated disaster.]

[Wash had come in full armor - because they had asked for Freelancer, and presumably nobody knew what his face looked like yet. He'd sat on the panel. He'd introduced himself by codename, and bantered with the people on the panel with him. He'd answered questions. (Mostly. Unless they were too personal. Those he just answered with, "That's classified," and the fans seemed to eat it up.)]

[And then someone had asked him if anyone's headcanons for him were accurate.]

[And he'd asked what a headcanon was.]

[And he'd gotten an explanation.]

[And, in a move he knew he'd regret the split second before the words came out of his mouth, he'd asked what their headcanons for him were.]

[After that, it was a deluge of questions. No, he wasn't Doubletime's father, or brother, or cousin - in fact, he wasn't related to Doubletime in any way. No, he's not Doubletime from the future. No, he's not secretly a robot. No, he didn't steal Doubletime's armor and repaint it. No, he wasn't inspired by Doubletime to become a hero. Yes, he's from the same dimension as Doubletime. No, he's not a mercenary. No, he doesn't have laser vision, though he will admit that that might be pretty cool. No, he's not secretly a time traveler. Yes, he's blond.]

[And then someone stands up and gives him three in a row: that he's an orphan; that he's never fallen in love; and that he used to have a group of close friends and that most if not all of them are now gone. To his credit, he doesn't visibly react to that last one, though he's rattled - none of the audience are telepaths, are they? No, if someone had been reading his mind, they'd have much more accurate headcanons.]

[So he tilts his head and tells her that she's got one right, but he's not going to tell her which one.]

[The crowd gets a little wild at that, and it takes a minute for them to settle enough for questions to move on to the next person. He banters as usual for the rest of the panel, but he can't wait for it to be over.]

[When it finally ends, he takes a few selfies with a few very determined fans and then beelines it back to the behind the scenes area, leaving it to security to keep fans from following him. He leans heavily against the wall and sighs.]


Jesus fucking Christ.
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[personal profile] whyarewehere 2016-08-02 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a crunching noise. Crunch crunch crunch. That's the first hint that Grif's drifted back here, and he's in the process of polishing off what is very definitely some popcorn. There was no way in hell he'd been going to miss that panel. ]

Holy shit dude, and I thought they were asking me stupid questions about me.

[ He is just as confused by that as anyone else. ]
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Pidge

[personal profile] isthisapidge 2016-08-02 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
...Two-thirds of the questions she got sounded like they were for a completely different person.

Who's Sven? Why do they think Keith is her leader? Yeah, she's a girl. She had a green shirt with a blue fringe on it when she was, like, five. Even when she was little she didn't sound like Elmo! She really is a girl. She doesn't know anything about Zarkon having a son, and he's really more of an emperor than a king. They have the lion colors all wrong, and Allura doesn't even fly one. No, Shiro really was never named Sven, not even as a nickname. She's a girl, this isn't hard!

To say nothing of the one guy who seems to think the lions went haywire and shot up a city on Earth, which definitely didn't happen.

This is a complete disaster, they have everything wrong, and Pidge has her head in her hands about halfway through.
Edited 2016-08-02 06:35 (UTC)
headinjuries: and they duct taped him to the floor. he's pissed. (he fell asleep)

Sam

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-08-02 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
He really shouldn't have bothered.

Sam wasn't entirely sure how he'd let himself get talked into this, but at some point someone had mentioned setting the record straight, and while he hadn't tried while they were all trolling the anon meme (though he had defended his own honor with a few anonymous, poorly spelled comments), in a venue like this there would be no doubt as to whether it was really him and whether he meant business.

He wasn't expecting much - he went to high school, he knew exactly how effective trying to tell people to shut up about something was - but it was worth a try.

The first question he'd gotten, unexpectedly, was about his "dads," and so Sam set a new record for "how many questions before a spectacular meltdown" when he snapped out his answer (his dad was back in his own galaxy, getting hunted down by the same bunch of jerks from Chitauri Prime who tried to destroy his homeworld, and he was going to go back there and find him after all of this stuff so he didn't need a new dad and stop trying to give him one or four) and stormed out of the room in the middle of the panel.

(There was some cooing in the audience, a couple of comments about "woobie" and "sad tiny son," and, within a few hours after the panel, a dramatic uptick in how many superfamily fics started with Sam despondent about the apparent death of his father while on the run.)

(For the love of God, nobody show him those.)
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[personal profile] isthisapidge 2016-08-02 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
Pidge snorted water out her nose when Wash asked what his headcanons were, a big undignified snorfle that made her turn away from the action. And when it was over and they were backstage, she laid a hand on his arm in a very 'I know it seemed like I thought that was really funny, but I feel bad for you' kind of way.
Edited 2016-08-02 06:36 (UTC)
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[personal profile] unrecovered 2016-08-02 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Is Grif within arm's reach? Is he? Because Wash definitely wants popcorn, but he's not about to go out of his way. That won't stop him from reaching into the popcorn, grabbing some of whatever's left, and eating it through his helmet. There's an art to it, and he mastered it years ago.]

No, they were asking me stupid questions about you.

[Ugggggh.]

Is this what it's like all the time?
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[personal profile] unrecovered 2016-08-02 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
It's hilariously immature, and it's been decades since he's done this, but Wash is desperate and this panel is a total trainwreck, so he taps the giant touchscreen that is the table they're sitting at awake and casually scrawls a note to Pidge, sitting next to him.

Where do they find these people?
unrecovered: (Let me think about that one)

[personal profile] unrecovered 2016-08-02 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, he'd known it was a mistake, but that was uncalled for. He didn't know, okay?

He looks down at her as she lays her hand on his arm. "So are you actually going to be sympathetic, or do you plan on laughing at me some more?" It's not at all barbed; right now, he's just tired.
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[personal profile] isthisapidge 2016-08-02 07:32 am (UTC)(link)
And she writes back:

I think they have them shipped in from parent's basements all around the universe.

Immaturity seems like the only logical option here.
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[personal profile] unrecovered 2016-08-02 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
He's resorted to worse to maintain his sanity over the years.

Three words: return to sender.

And then, because the audience cannot seem to get over it:

Do you even know a Sven?
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[personal profile] whyarewehere 2016-08-02 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Grif is about to protest because dude get your own, but then Wash performs the tiny space miracle of eating it around the helmet. So though he does jerk back a bit, he also laughs in surprise.

"Them? Ohhh yeah. We just don't see them in person much," he says. He answered the question! He waves his free hand as though clearing it out of the way, though, because he has something much more important he wants to discuss:

"Who taught you to do that? Was it me? It was totally me, wasn't it?"

For just a moment, he sounds so proud.
Edited (shit we're switching to prose aren't we oops) 2016-08-02 20:49 (UTC)
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[personal profile] whyarewehere 2016-08-02 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Grif watched Sam go and thought about slinking out to check on him, but there were two things about that. One: It would make things worse, considering his place in the running as fucking weird pseudo-dad candidate, age be damned. Two: Sam probably needed a bit to cool off. He watched the rest of the panel (with only a little heckling), he BSed with other Legionnaires, and he was pinned down by and then escaped from at least two different packs of curious fans by the time he decided to go track down Sam again.

"Hey. You okay?" he asked, trying to keep his voice low.
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[personal profile] unrecovered 2016-08-02 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Wash just takes that as permission to help himself to more popcorn. Which he does. Grif will find something else to eat sometime within the next five minutes; he's sure of it.

"And if they don't know the answer to something, they just- make it up?" The headcanon thing is still throwing him, honestly.

He pauses, then tilts his helmet. Oh, hey, it's the Look. "Grif, I mastered this before you even made it out of basic." That might not be entirely true - he has no idea when Grif enlisted or how long basic took him and he hasn't ever bothered asking - but it sounds good.

He then casually eats the new handful of popcorn through his helmet.
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[personal profile] whyarewehere 2016-08-02 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Fine. Wash can have it if he wants some that bad, Grif decides. It's not like he has much popcorn left anyway. There was a lot of munching (and flicking popcorn at the people asking questions) to do during that panel.

He's sort of disappointed, he'd thought the secret art of helmet eating was a thing that he alone had mastered, but the talk about fans making things up gives him a spark of inspiration. He grins a shit-eating grin.

"That was always my thing! Now I gotta headcanon that I taught you."

It's a stupid word and he's pretty sure he's not using it right, not that he cares, but it's totally worth it.
unrecovered: (Well...)

[personal profile] unrecovered 2016-08-02 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh hell, that's not a good grin-

And there it is.

Don't rise to the bait. Do not rise to the bait, that's what he wants-

There's a moment or two where Wash is completely still, and then his head tilts just a bit further.

"I thought headcanons were a fan thing. I didn't realize you were my fan."

Wash can be patronizing all day long if he wants. Hopefully it works here.
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Vance

[personal profile] sir_vancelot 2016-08-02 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
To be honest, Vance had gotten used to being the one that was ignored. During Avengers press conferences, there was always Tony or pretty much any of the flashier members of the team to take questions.

That really isn't what happened at the panel. As soon as he introduced himself, he could see the light in the eyes of some of them and he knew this had been a mistake.

It wasn't...quite as bad as some of the others had it. After all, unlike Wash, he knew what a 'headcanon' was and he had seen some of the threads these guys did anonymously. (He still kept up on them, even if he probably shouldn't have for his mental health.) And nobody was stupid enough to ask about his father, which meant he was already better off than Sam, who he needed to check on once things were done.

Nope. They mostly kept asking him about Rich. And how close they were. There were some questions about back home, about his world. But most of it was about Rich and him.

After it was all over, Vance went and found a wall to bang his head against. "Never. Again."
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[personal profile] sir_vancelot 2016-08-02 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
As soon as he could, Vance made his way out of the room and went looking for Sam. After all, he'd heard and seen what had happened.

He was able to duck the fans fairly well, at least, heading off out a door to the side of the dais where they'd been sitting. It only takes a few minutes before he sees Sam and walks over, leaning against the wall next to him. "Wanna talk?"
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[personal profile] isthisapidge 2016-08-03 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
"I could do both?" Maybe he'll think it's funny later -Well, she hopes anyway- but she really is sympathetic. "I would have warned you if I'd known."
unrecovered: (Oh well damn)

[personal profile] unrecovered 2016-08-03 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
"You're not helping," he says flatly. After a moment, he thunks the back of his helmet against the wall. "I mean, I know people are stupid, but I wasn't expecting that."
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[personal profile] isthisapidge 2016-08-03 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
With extreme prejudice.

She taps her finger on the screen for a moment.

I honestly have no idea who they're talking about. Former Paladin maybe?
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Rocket

[personal profile] frickingguardian 2016-08-03 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Well, the good news was twofold: one, Rocket's questions had, by and large, been less terrible and/or bizarre than a lot of other people's. Two, watching the questions for other people devolve into absolute trainwrecks was hilarious.

Sure, there had been some awkwardness-one person asked if he had anything going on with his fellow fuzzy Legionnaires, another one asked if he let people pet him, which made him bristle-but he was relieved that a lot of questions seemed to revolve around his powers. Were the plants like pets? Did they have names? Did he have a favorite? (That one was easy to answer. Groot was hands down his favorite plant, even if he wasn't in the universe at the moment.)

Rocket managed to hold his amusement at everyone else's trauma and-or frustration until the end of the panel. But as soon as he'd gotten enough distance from the crowd, he burst into laughter, having to lean against the wall for support. Only a few words could be made out between the whoops of laughter, sounding suspiciously like 'headcanon', 'OTP', and 'precious cinnamon roll'.
headinjuries: the forehead prints off my glass doors. (i thought of you while cleaning)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-08-03 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure. Awesome."

Deadpan.

But he had cooled off, even if he was clearly still in a mood - Sam wasn't much good at covering up his feelings, and when he was mad, everyone knew it. Toneless was more a sign that he was past the stage of spitting nails and throwing things, and mellowing out into the "pretending (and trying to convince himself) he didn't care" phase.
headinjuries: who loses their phone in a tree (and i mean really)

[personal profile] headinjuries 2016-08-03 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd kind of rather blow something up."

He was trying not to take it out on Vance. Vance, obviously, was not the problem (or, at least, was only as much of the problem as the fandom decided to make him be, which was decidedly their fault and not his).

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