Joyriding (OPEN) (Possible language warning, it's Grif.)

[whyarewehere]

The sensorium appears deserted. It's taken on the appearance of a box canyon, the ground mostly orange and dusty with some particularly stubborn grass eking out an existance. The hills are steep enough to cut off your view of anything distant, and the sky above is a blazingly clear blue. It's also very hot here. Very hot. The sun does not love this canyon.

Though there's no one around, a soft whirring becomes audible. Then it turns into the full engine-whine of a warthog jeep as one comes flying up one of the hills, catching air off the top. There's a man in orange armor at the wheel, yelling.

"WHOO! YEAH!"

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[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

"What are you doing?" Never mind that she knows what he's doing, also never mind the fact that what he's doing looks quite fun and she wouldn't mind getting her own whatever Grif was driving and taking it for a spin--

Snap out of it Samus! This is no time for fun!

[whyarewehere]

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he replies. He's probably not going to like her answer, and knows full well he probably would've fared better pulling some excuse that resembles work out of the air. But he can't help it, it's wiseass reflex.

Unlike Samus, Grif is all about fun.

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

"It looks like you're wasting time." Oh, Samus... When will you learn that it's okay to lighten up when sober every once in a while? She does, however, still want to know what he really is doing.

[whyarewehere]

"I'm... practicing." That's right. He manages to cover for it.

He was just practicing it. And enjoying it. And seeing if he could make a landing off Red Base's roof.

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Grif? Practicing?

"Practicing what?"

[whyarewehere]

"My driving. You know, something I can actually do?" As opposed to getting shot at by aliens and thrown around by a space spider.

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

"If you're already good at it, perhaps you should make it more challenging." Like, changing the course so you have to drive while getting shot at by aliens and avoiding space spiders.

[whyarewehere]

"Why would I want to do that?" He sounds surprised. Though really he's not.

"I don't feel like it. I'm trying to do something that I enjoy so I don't have to think about this shit for a little bit. You gonna come in here and ruin that?"

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

"To improve." She really wants Grif (and the rest of the team) to succeed, she's just doesn't always go about it the best way.

"I'm not trying to ruin it." She's trying to help you, Grif!

[whyarewehere]

"Yes. Yes you are. With this "improving" crap."

He's holding his ground here. "You sound like a teacher or something."

The eyeroll is nearly audible.

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

"Grif." She sounds stern. Calm down, Samus. Deep breaths.

"It's my responsibility to make sure you don't get killed on missions. That can't happen if you goof off all the time." She'd much rather leave him on the ship whenever they had to go on missions, but she didn't think that was an option. Helping Grif was the next best thing, she supposes, even if she doesn't like it. Grif was her responsibility now.

[whyarewehere]

Grif's quiet for a moment as he thinks about that.

"Can't you just leave me on the ship?" he offers, speaking what they're both thinking. Grif doesn't like the ship much, but it has to be better than whatever ungodly horrors await him planetside.

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

She thinks for a moment, remaining quiet.

"I don't know," she speaks more quietly and less authoritative than before. It had crossed her mind, but she hadn't considered it as a serious option. She'd have to find out soon.

"I don't intend to if I don't have to, however." She speaks more loudly, confidence back in her voice. She still had faith that she could make Grif into something a little more impressive as a soldier.

It had nothing to do with the fact that she wanted to prove that she could lead a team to Chief, no not at all.

[whyarewehere]

Grif isn't sure he wants to have a man made out of him. Not right now, anyway.

"Okay. But do you have to come in here and bother me about it right now? I'm kind of..."

He gestures meaningfully to the warthog.

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Underneath her helmet, Samus is giving Grif an 'are-you-serious-we-need-to-train' sort of look. Only for a moment, though. She sighs a defeated sigh.

"If it is that important to you, you may finish." She pauses, "However, you have to meet me in the Sensoriums soon, so we can work on your training."

Bargaining! Samus is getting soft.

[whyarewehere]

Grif sighs heavily. He doesn't like training, it usually hurts.

"Comm ring me then," he says, defeated. "Just not right now. I'm... busy."

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

"Fine. I'll leave you to your practicing then," and she does leave, quickly enough. Her power suit dissolves around her and she's out the door.