1241/Hip To Be Square
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| Hip To Be Square | |
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| Date of Scene: | 01 July 2017 |
| Location: | Unknown |
| Synopsis: | Summary needed |
| Cast of Characters: | Star-Lord, Indigo
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- Star-Lord has posed:
"Wh-whooaaaaaaa!"
Peter Quill, aka the Legendary Star-Lord, is sailing through the air right now. Well, whatever air there is here on Knowhere. Apparently, he's probably been running off at the mouth again because as he sails through the air and towards the ground on the outside of one of his favorite drinking establishments, the buckling and ground-shaking stomps of something huge and something angry are headed in his direction as well.
Peter slams into an unmoving trash can and slides down the heavy metal. "Uggggh... okay, that probably ruined my jacket." Quill shakes his head for a moment before looking up to see the hulking beast of an alien running at him with full speed. "Uhhhh... would it help if I said I don't even remember her name?" Quill quips and covers his face in preparation for getting his skull kicked in by the stone gargoyle of an alien.
- Indigo has posed:
A small, feminine, dark blue hand with cotton candy pink fingernails curls around the forearm cocked back to smash Star-Lord; a hand that pulls hard enough to make the big alien twirl backward to face a wincing, apologetically smiling Indigo. "Sorry," she offers, before punching him hard in the stomach, a knuckles-down uppercut driven by hydraulic micro-pistons into the alien's gut. She doesn't like hitting people, but watching people kill Star-Lord is worse.
- Star-Lord has posed:
The Rock of Alien crumples from the impressive piston-punch of the Indigo and that's pretty uh, literal there. The crumbling happens. Don't worry, Rock of Alien's not dead. It just kind of happened to be his weakspot. He can pull himself back together in a couple of hours.
By the time anyone gets the opportunity to look at Peter, he's managed to curl up in the fetal position. When death doesn't come, though, Peter peels his fingers from his face and peeks out. He spots the pile of sentient pebbles on the ground and immediately hops to his feet. "Oh yeah! Take /that/, Balboa! Eat my shorts, man!" Peter dances a little jig and kicks one of those random pebbles off into the sky. "That's right! Best Bodyguard Ever! Right here!" Peter slides up next to Indigo and holds out a hand for a high-five. "Gimmie some!"
- Indigo has posed:
Indigo obligingly gives Peter some, holding her hand up and slapping with an amount of force perfectly appropriate to a human. Still not happy about punching that guy to pieces, but, well, that's how it has to be. "I'm glad I could be of service, Star-Lord," she says humbly.
- Star-Lord has posed:
"I totally coulda' taken that guy. Honest." Peter is just running off at the mouth as per usual it seems since he's always and forever not shutting up. There's a good chance that he even runs his mouth while he's asleep. "So! My how's my favorited Roided Up Droid, huh? We don't get to talk a lot, you and I. I blame the galaxy. It always needs guarding. Which doesn't give us a lot of downtime, does it?"
- Indigo has posed:
"It doesn't," Indigo agrees as she diplomatically steers Quill away from the site of the fight, walking deeper into Knowhere. "And...I suppose I've been fine. I miss everyone, but they all have their reasons for being gone, and I have to accept that. What about you, Peter?" she asks. She uses that name in personal conversations, when away from prying ears. "How have you been? I worry about you sometimes."
- Star-Lord has posed:
"Wha? Worry about me? Pfft! I've got this whole ... my whole everything to fall back back on." Peter doesn't even realize he's being steered off into the epths of Knowhere but it works out in his favor. Less change of him getting hit by space babe husbands down this particular sketchy alley. "Not to mention, I'm a Guardian of the Galaxy. And if, by chance, the Guardians stop being needed.... I'm still equal parts Legendary and Outlaw. I'm fine, Indi. Just fine."
And then to show how not fine he is: "You, uh, haven't heard from any of the recently, have you?"
- Indigo has posed:
"Viridian and I are usually in contact," Indigo answers, leaving their technopathic link unspoken. "The others...I haven't." She looks crestfallen. "Sometimes I wonder if we should go looking for them. Maybe they're not out taking care of their own business. Maybe they're in trouble."
- Star-Lord has posed:
"... Couldn't agree more." Peter pops the lapels on his jacket and takes a moment to pose with the heroic stylings of a man that's about to embark on a most excellent journey. "I, Star-Lord of Earth, shall lead us on a great and wondrous adventure across the galaxy to find and rescue every single member of the Guardians of the Galaxy!" Peter doesn't even realize he's being overdramatic. Not while he's making such an overdramatic speech. "Well, y'know, while we do other stuff to keep the units rolling in. Being Legendary isn't cheap, you know."
- Indigo has posed:
Indigo nods regretfully. "We do need units to fund these kinds of things. I can pretty much get by on my own, so I'd be happy to donate my share of any income toward the fund," she offers.
- Star-Lord has posed:
Peter throws an arm around Indigo. "No no, everybody gets their cut. Even kickass robots that don't need units. You never know when you want to buy some Jetstream Bieber tickets, am I right?" Peter doesn't wait for an answer because he's in one of his talking moods. "Besides, I always need someone I can borrow some units from when the going gets broke." Peter grins and does his own version of the earlier steering to take them back towards the more slightly more civilized part of Knowhere. "How's The Milano looking? Should get trick her out a bit more before we hit the unfridnely skies?"
- Indigo has posed:
Indigo accepts Quill's arm comfortably. Her skin is remarkably lifelike; it's warm, pliant, and throbs slightly as if with a pulse. The only strange thing is how very smooth it is, as if the Teflon in her makes her just a tad slippery to the touch.
Well, Quill's probably put his arm on weirder.
"I think the Milano is in fine shape," is Indigo's opinion. "Why, is there some particular part of its performance you're worried about?"
- Star-Lord has posed:
Quill has put a lot of things on a lot of weirder things. Yes. That's a road the mind probably doesn't need to go down. Even a mind as great as Indigo's. There's really no shame that Peter Quill has left to the imagination. He's done it all. Almost.
"Hey, don't get me wrong. I love my ship. She's my first love. Her and the total babe I named her after." Peter even pauses a little bit to remember those fond memories of Who's The Boss. "Buuut, you're the super genius of awesome. So I figured if you knew any ways to make her even /awesomeer/..."
- Indigo has posed:
"I'll draw up plans for a retrofit as soon as we get back to the Milano," Indigo lies. She's already completed the plans, but getting them out of her head for Quill to read, along with reasonable price estimates, will take a bit of time; a detail not worth bothering Quill with. "I have a few ideas for how to upgrade her capabilities. Are you sure there's no area you'd like me to focus on?"
- Star-Lord has posed:
"Music. I'd say we definitely need more music." Peter grins along their walk back towards the space docks and stuff. After all, The Milano is his pride and joy. "I don't wanna' kick her too far from her original specs but while we're under the hood, we might as well pump up the volume, am I right?" Peter drops way so many references. It's a wonder he's not speaking a foreign language.