5439/She brought gifts

She brought gifts
Date of Scene:	25 September 2018
Location:	Milano - Lower Deck
Synopsis:	Gamora Rocket and Drax hang out in the cargo hold and listen to music, also, Gamora brings gifts for her crew mates.
Cast of Characters:	Gamora, Drax, Rocket Raccoon

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Gamora has posed:
The Milano's cargo hold has a few new items in it, or more accurately, five huge crates with Earth and thanagarian logos on them. Gamora sends the liftig crew away after said stuff is brought on board, and she turns to look at the stacked boxes. She has been doing quite a few side jobs lately, but why boxes from earth and thanagar? No one knows really, though, she knows it's a matter of time till her crew mates come down to have a curious look.

Drax has posed:
Drax had been napping a little bit, which is odd since he doesn't actually need to nap, but he's learned that he finds it quite pleasant and people leave him alone. These are bonuses.

He's shirtless, as usual, with his daggers thrust into the belt at his waist as he watches the men carry off the boxes. He could easily heft all of them himself and save them the work.

He is not going to do that.

"Freight hauling. How dull."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket sits on the steps down to the hold, currently fiddling with a device. It's not just a gadget. No. Gadgets are just stupid little things. A Device? A device is something with true /purpose/. The real question is less of what it is and more of what it /does/. He looks up, "Yeah. Won't catch me haulin' freight" he chitters. Then Gamora shows up. "'ey Gams. Your boxes'a personal items'r here.." he chitters again.

Gamora has posed:
"They arent Freight, they are for us." Gamora says as she reaches into one of the boxes and pulls out a thanagarian battle axe. "Never dulls, and gives an electrical charge." She says as she hands said axe to Drax. "For you. as well as a new blade kit." She says, dropping a bag in his hands, complete with a flint stone, oils and a new towel for his weapons.

She turns to Rocket and smiles as she lifts a metal create out of the crate and brings it over to him. "Here." She says as she opens the top, and there looks to be about fifty cans of cram in that crate, only to have a new spanner set be put on top of that. Dusting her hands off, she smiles and walks away abit. "I figured that you all need... a few gifts. If quill and Warlock would wake up, I could gift them as well."

She isn;t the best person emotionally, but, maybe this will make up for a rough demeanor.

Drax has posed:
Drax hefts the weapon for a moment, looking at it and shifting its balance back and forth in his grip. He isn't particularly sentimental by any stretch of the imagination. Which he doesn't have very much of anyway.

"This will be good for eviscerating. We need to fight more things with guts so I can spill them," he says.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket watches - suspiciously. "Okay. Who da ****** are ya an' what'd ya ******in' do wit' da real Gamora." He sniffs at his gift. Eyeing the tools with interest but the cram? That brings a gleam to his eye. "Who we gotta off fer ya in exchange for da "gifts", eh?"

Gamora has posed:
"No one, killed an outer dimentional beast for the nova corps, and sold an... aquired Thanagarian fighter ship. Also, Lobo may be wanting to fight me, again. I might have put my fist through his chest and tossed him into the vaccum of space... amoung other things. He was not overly... happy... do Czarinians feel happyness?" She asks, but is happy that drax likes the weapon, and rockets reaction does get a half smirk on her lips. "I also may have gotten more music from Earth as well as a few other places... so that we don't listen to the same ten songs over and over again."

Drax has posed:
Drax shrugs, "I don't know. There's only one. I hear he seems very cheerful. I look forward to fighting him, if you didn't finish the job," he said.

He sighs with relief about the music, "That would be glorious. Perhaps you could also get Quill some of those phone heads to put on his skull to spare the rest of us the caterwauling."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket snickers. "Don't know if 'e ever gets happy but 'e sure makes a great drinkin' buddy. Dude's got some realy odd friends." He pulls out the toolset and begins looking through them intently. Inspecting each one for proper crafstmanship. He comments absently. "Love that Hangnam Style guy. Can we get more of his music? Can't believe he's not the biggest *****in' star on Earth. He should be an entertainment god!"

Gamora has posed:
Gamora shakes her head. "Drax, his healing factor is just as good as mine, and he is just as strong as I am. If you want to have a peice, then be warned, he is dangerous, I do not relish having to seek vengance for him hurting you." Though she will do it. "Speaking of, Rocket, what parts do you need for an artificial black hold device? I doubt the czarinian is able to be killed, so maybe contained?"

Drax has posed:
Drax snorts, "Hurting me? Since when have you ever seen me hurt? Last week doesn't count. And that time on Shi'ar-57, it wasn't fair because I had food poisoning from those Galametrean clams Quill got from that prostitute. He knew her very well. I think they had mated in the past and she enjoyed it. She gave him a look of desire with her six eyes."

He takes a few swings through the air, "But I will fight Lobo, with or without you. And then we can drink, too. Drinking and fighting go together."

Gamora has posed:
Gamora shakes her head. "Quill will mate with anything female." She says as she leans against one of the crates. "No sense of quallity at all." She adds, and looks to Drax. "I will help you fight him, just remember, he tends to take a fight too far, he takes everything too far, and he thinks I'm an object to be admired... it is annoying." She adds as she takes her sword out and begins to clean, and sharpen it.

Drax has posed:
Drax frowns, "You are not an object. You're clearly moving and talking. He can't be very smart," he said. He finds a place to tie the axe on the back of his belt and stretches before sitting down to sharpen his own knives as well.

"I would like some of the...country music," he said. "I liked the one they called 'Johnny Cash'. I think," he says. That's one of those things from the deep depths of his consciousness, the jangled shards of the person he once was long, long ago.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora blinks and takes out a small device, placing it into one of the ship ports as a song starts playing.

Song: https://youtu.be/8wdRAZZyN3w

Gamora blinks at the song and nods. "Nice choice Drax." She says as she goes back to cleaning her sword.

Drax has posed:
Drax nods, "Of course it is. Why would I pick something terrible? Everything I like is good," he says simply enough. He starts to work his blade along the stone, sharpening and honing the edges as he lets the music seep into him a bit.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket was totally lost in the moment of gazing at the toolset. Considering the quality of the tools it's little wonder. One could swear there were little pink hearts in the sentient cyber-raccoon's eyes.

Snapping out of it he blinks and looks up, "Huh? What?" his brain catches up to his ears about the black hole device and the music at the same time, "Who da' fug wants ta put an old coot like that in a black hole? I emean.... ***** it.. he sounds like he's dyin' an all.. but why ya gotta hate on old people?"

Gamora has posed:
Gamora blinks and turns her head. "The black hole is for Lobo, not this musician. His song is soothing." She states, thirty seconds into the song and already a fan, maybe Drax is on to somthing. "I also got a playlist of what the warther's call 'k-pop' it's the same genre of that psy you like so much." She says to Rocket before looking at Drax, happy that he likes the gifts, and the music.

Drax has posed:
Drax finishes one knife and moves onto the other, "So many names for music. Earth seems to be a very silly place. They should just label music good or bad and save all the complications. It would save so much time and wasted energy listening to terrible noises," he says.

"Are you mad because you are an old man, Rocket? I notice how grey you are."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket gasps as Gamora refers to Psy. "He is the best thing to come off'a dat blue rock. 'm tellin' yah. He oughta be their KING!" He looks at Drax. "****** you! I ain't old! But I've gone through enough hurt and experimentin' fer a dozen old men!" he barks. "An' I'm STILL young an' virile!" He stands up in defiance, hip thrusting for good measure. At least he has pants on.

Gamora has posed:
Picking a new song, same genre, but somthing that she finds catchy.

https://youtu.be/q_VxmLM-wPo - Southern Nights by Glen Campbell

Giving a nod at her selection, she goes back to her sword. "You are grumpy like an elder Rocket, but a better mechanic, there is none." Gamora says, as she listens to the music.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket looks at Gamora. "I may be grumpy, Gams. But looking at you makes the day so much brighter" He'd bat his lashes at her but. Raccoon. No eye lashes. So he just waggles his fuzzy brows instead and chitters as he reaches in to grab one of the cans of Cram. Popping it open with his new toolset, he begins to slurp and smack at the contents. Contents that most sentients would consider far to revolting for consumption no matter how dire circumstances might have become.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora shakes her head. "Can we please go one day without someone flirting with me?" She says with a frown, though, she is used to it from rocket, there are much more annoying people out there that make it less silly and more creepy than rocket ever could. "I still don;t know how you can eat that, but I'm glad you approve." She says, still remembering how the merhcent she bought it from was bug eyed as she refered to it as a 'metal covered delicacy'.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket can't help himself, mmm'ing and smacking messily as he devours the first can. "What can I say? It's an acquired tasted. it's like hangin' around with Quill. it grows on ya." He then clutches at his chest, "You wound me - to the heart! Will you leave my love unrequited? Oh! The agony!" he wails before it turns into a snicker.

As he continues to clean out the CRAM can, he begins to hum and sway along to the song Gamora picked. Fark but it has a catchy tune. Earth musicians are evil.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora blinks and decides to give the little beast a small bit of hope. "Well, maybe on a cold night, you'd make a nice pillow if you cleaned your fur." She says with a smirk, yes, Gamora just made some semblance of a joke. She watches as Drax goes off to do whatever it is that the big hulking destroyer does in his off time. "Whoever taught him about naps... needs to be punched." Though, once the song nds, another comes on, this one not picked out by gamora.

https://youtu.be/V94pBlA4n7U - Blue on Black, by Kenny Wayne Shephard.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket glances down at his fur. "I was born this way." Another earth song. Take that.

He does not toss the CRAM can. It has... uses. There are devices he can make with a can this size. oh yes. Infernal weapons. The best kind. Then he tilts his head at the song, ears twitching. "Okay. Now that? That's the shiz, right there. I like dis guy."

Gamora has posed:
Gamora smirks. "Glad you like it." She says as she tosses him the remote device. "Have a good listen, I have to look over the contracts, see if we can find work." She says, checking that her weapons are in good order before pulling on her hooded trench coat. "Try and not get arrested while I'm gone." She says as she pulls the hood up and walks off the ship.