Grif tapped the ash from his cigarette into the ashtray, blew the smoke out through his nostrils, and settled a little more into his chair. He'd been sitting there for a couple of hours, in the base's living room -- his living room, as far as he was concerned, even if the base itself still technically belonged to the UNSC -- mentally taking one ( Read more... )

( The situation was not of your picking. )

( Is that what it was like, in worlds with superheroes? )

Grif passed through the teleporter from his surgery session at Eiko's, then ( proceeded into the base itself. )

((This was initially thought of as a scene for later on during the Fourth of July party, which thread seems to have stalled out, so I'm putting it here.))

( Maui. )

Grif lay on his bunk, still wearing his armor but with it hooked up to the maintenance equipment. His helmet was off, though, and he took the occasional puff from the cigarette he had in one gauntleted hand. The other hand held a rubber duck with a nurse's hat on it, which he was looking at, examining it as he was examining ( his thoughts. )