13416/Burnout in Space

Burnout in Space
Date of Scene:	01 June 2021
Location:	Burnout Pub, Garnet (Knowhere)
Synopsis:	Loki meets Yondu and then Rocket. Poor Rocket is deprived of the bounty that is Loki.
Cast of Characters:	Loki, Yondu Udonta, Rocket Raccoon

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Loki has posed:
Out here on Knowhere, there is no sunrise or sunset. No daylight. No moonlight. Just darkness, stars, falling sparks, and the colours of the nebula surrounding the place. Here in the Burnout Pub, the view from the round windows is quite lovely. And before one of those windows stands Loki, a glass held loosely in his left hand. Within the glass, something dark pink with an array of glowing rainbow sparkles. He lifts it to his lips and sips it. "Tastes like bubblegum," he says, in English of all things, a touch of surprise in his tone.

Then he looks back outside. His brow furrows as he watches ... something. It's hard to tell what. There's a lot of 'something' out that window to watch. It could be the colors. It could be the sparks of the work going on above the bar. It could be an incoming or outgoing ship. What it is he's watching... well. It clearly is troublesome to the dark haired Asgardian.

Today, he's chosen to appear in his normal shades of burnished green, gold, and black. They form a lovely counterpoint to each other. His pants appear to be leather, and are all black with burnished green stripes on the outer part of the pants leg. His shirt holds all three colors, the gold and green being the main, with the black forming accents at collar and cuffs. It also appears to be leather of some variety. His boots are black. And other than the furrowed brow, he stands entirely at ease.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
It isn't the first time that the Eclector has been landed on Knowhere, and it surely won't be the last, either. While it might not be the prettiest place ever, it's not a bad place to be either. There's a brief glance that he gives towards where the ship is parked, and then he grunts softly under his breath as he continues towards the Burnout Pub. His stride is smooth and unhurried, and his hands rest at his sides.

Once he reaches the pub, Yondu makes his way down the curved staircase without pause, his oxblood long coat flaring out to either side of his legs as he passes. There is no attention that he pays to the bright holograms he passes -- he's been here before, he's more than familiar with both the advertisements and the drinks. He steps around a fellow that's lingering near the bottom of the stairs, and then he starts to head his way towards the bar.

Black boots with armor patches on them, a pair of black pants, a purple shirt, and a white scarf round out the blue fellow's outfit.

Loki has posed:
Much like the Eclector, this isn't Loki's first time here. Nor will it be his last. When one can teleport, though he hides that ability from most people, anywhere is possible. And today, he'd apparently wanted here. Perhaps he'd had a meeting with the Collector? Or some other shady deal, most likely. Probably something that he thought would gain him something. He senses the new presence even before the blue man comes into the bar proper.

Loki's head turns, and he glances at the fellow with the red coat and black pants and purple shirt. His grow furrows. "What a horrible taste for colours," he says. The words? While on the quiet side, are loud enough to carry straight to the blue fellow's ears. Even over the sounds of the screens. Even over the music. Even over the shouts and laughter and betting and other general conversatino. Perhaps Loki had magicked the words straight to the blue fellow's ears? Perhaps he'd /meant/ for the words to be very clearly heard? Well. This is Loki. He does like to stir shit up.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
Business, at least for Yondu, had already been concluded -- at least, except for having a drink. The Eclector had needed a couple of parts, though the need had yet to reach an urgent point. Given the various forces at work in space, fixing things on the early side rather than after it was already broken tended to be prudent. No one wanted the life support system to end up blinking out midway through space.

The blue fellow hears the words, as keyed and intended to his ears as they were. His red gaze flicks briefly across the other patrons before settling on the fellow wearing the green and gold and black. The fellow looking like some shiny rich man with a pocket full of money. He studies the fellow a moment. "Better'n lookin' like a bauble tha's been spit-polished," he says in a tone that's a bit gruff. Not unfamiliar with English, just... not native to it. "Better'n yer taste in drinks," he adds, eyeing the pink drink like it's some vile concoction. He leans an arm on the bar, and doesn't seem to mind waiting for the barkeeper to end up getting to his turn.

Loki has posed:
Loki is a shiny rich man with a pocket full of money, but that's neither here nor there. The comeback brings a laugh from Loki, and he wanders away from the window. Lifting the vile concoction to his lips for another drink. "It is rather sweet," he says, once he reaches the bar and the blue fellow. "And at least my colours match. That shade of purple with that shade of red? Tsk." He shakes his head. "Tsk tsk. You need to fire your tailor."

He lifts the pink thing and has another sip. "The cut isn't overall bad, but the shade..." Loki shakes his head again. Then sips the pink stuff. And shakes his head. "You're right about my taste in drinks. Last time I let the barkeep choose my drink. What would /you/ suggest?" The pink thing is sat on the bar. "I'm not overly thrilled to be drinking that pink shite the Terrans call bubblegum."

Meanwhile, the Asgardian's left hand moves, making little jestures. And though there's nothing at all to feel, the oxblood coat shifts in colours. It goes from reddish brown to a shade of purple that's almost black. It looks /good/ with the purple shirt the blue man wears. And Loki smiles, and nods. "There," he says. "That's better."

Yondu Udonta has posed:
The red-finned Centaurian turns his red gaze back to the fellow, watching him as he leaves the window. There's a glance to the pink drink, and Yondu snorts softly before giving a single nod to the assessment. "Sweet gen'rally means it either packs a punch at th' backside or there's somethin' innit that y'ain't supposed ta be tastin'," Yondu comments. The pink drink gets eyed briefly before his attention turns back to the fellow. He shifts to lean his back against the bar, and one of his heels moves to rest on the railing near the bottom of it. "Th' gold's a bit overdone, but sure... matches alrigh'," he adds, giving a single nod. Then he grunts softly, glances briefly towards the barkeeper making his rounds, then brings his attention back to the rich fellow. "Ain't many tailours 'round 'bout th' backside of Knowhere," he says, sounding almost amused.

"Hell, nearly anythin' but whatever that is," Yondu says roughly, lifting a hand to gesture towards the pink drink. "Ain't hard ta find good whiskey here, though. It's a safe 'nough go to," he says. He eyes the pink drink, and then he shakes his head. "Bubblegum? Who inna hell'd wanna drink that shite?" Then he shakes his head again, briefly.

He doesn't particularly pay much attention to the gestures that the other fellow makes, perhaps dismissing them as just behaviourisms. But at the comment made following them, he raises an eyebrow slightly and looks to the other fellow for a moment, then looks down to look over himself. He shifts his weight, standing instead of leaning, and brings a hand to one side of his long coat's opening, to hold it out a bit and have a better look at it. Then he grunts softly before settling it back to his side and leaning anew at the bar, his gaze turning to the fellow. "You jus' might be right," he says in reluctant agreement.

Loki has posed:
"Oh, I don't usually mind sweet. It's the bubblegum I'm having an issue with," replies Loki. The gold is at least a duskier gold, and understated, rather than bright gold that stands out in your face. Loki rolls his eyes at the blue man with the red fin. "Of course there aren't. This is Knowhere, not Somewhere." He makes a face and sticks his tongue out dramatically. "Blah. Whiskey. Only for fools with no tastebuds." He shakes his head. "Or as a mixer to give something more pleasant a little bit of a kick." Clearly, Loki knows what he wants, and whiskey is /not/ it at all.

He glances to the pink thing. "Bubblegum is preferable to straight up whiskey," he points out. "Barbarian." He considers the other man's clothing, and his fingers wiggle again. This time, the shirt is changing. The shade of purple darkens just a hair, and the fabric changes itself to silk. "One thing the Terrans got right. Silk is the best," he says happily. He eyes his handiwork, and then adds a little bit of a tweak to the overall. The boots become shinier, and a slightly better style, though maybe not as comfortable. And the armor patches disappear. Whether they're still there or not is only to be determined if some weapon takes a shot at them.

And then the barkeep arrives. "That," he says, pointing at the pink thing, "Is atrocious. Give me something with better flavor. That's too sweet and horrible." He sounds... well. He sounds like the son of a king.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
There's a snort from the blue fellow, and then he gives a nod. "Reckon only those's what's grown up with it would tol'rate it," Yondu comments, about the bubblegum flavour. He certainly wouldn't be caught dead eating or drinking the stuff. Then he quirks a grin and gives a nod to the fancy fellow. "It sure is. Knowhere ain't known fer nothing. Unless you know what you want, where ta go fer it, an' who ta ask," he says with a bit of amusement in his voice. When the bartender brings him a glass of whiskey, Yondu gives a nod before picking it up and looking to the fancy fellow again. Then he nods towards the pink drink. "Better'n that shite, any day of th' week," he says.

He snorts softly, then lifts a shoulder in a shrug. "Ain't far off. Centaurian. Barbarian. Meh," Yondu says, lifting his free hand in a slight gesture. Then he lifts his glass to take a sip of the whiskey from in it. He glances down to his shirt, takes a long moment to eye it before he takes a drink of the whiskey, and then he looks over to the bubblegum drink imbibing fellow. "Takin' more liberties, eh?" he asks, a bit gruffly.

Loki has posed:
Knowing what he wants, where it is, and who to ask about things are something Loki is quite good at. "Naaahhh. Bubblegum isn't that bad," he insists. "Whiskey's much worse." He laughs at the admission. "Centaurian barbarian?" Loki's green eyes dance with amusement. Despite their apparent differences in taste, Loki's quite enjoying himself. Oh yes, he very much is. He reaches for his bubblegum drink again, and takes another drink. Yup. Still too sweet.

The question is met with a cheeky grin. A very big cheeky grin. "Of course I am. I'm Loki. It's what I do," he says. States. Lit that's the most natural thing in the universe. Of course, given it's Loki? It really might be the most natural thing in the universe for him. He contemplates the red fin at the top of the Centaurian's head, as though wondering whether or not he should turn it purple too.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
Knowing where the likely places are to find things and who to ask for them is something that has come through hard-won experience for Yondu. Thus is the life of a pirate especially when there's a ship that needs to be kept in good repair for spacefaring voyages. He grunts softly before he lifts his glass to take a drink of his whiskey. "Agree ta disagree then. I'll stick ta whiskey," Yondu says, giving a nod. To each their own tastes and peculiarities. He glances towards the drink, which the fellow seems to keep tasting to see if it changes, and then he gives a gruff chuckle. "Th' flavour ain't gonna change th' more you taste it, y'know," he comments, giving a nod towards the drink before his attention turns to the fellow.

He takes a moment to look over the other fellow as the introduction is given, and he gives a nod. "Loki, eh? Good to know. I ain't gonna say it loud like, an' I ain't int'rested innit, but there's a bounty out on you," he says in a quiet tone of voice. Loud enough for Loki to hear, but not loud enough to carry to the other patrons in the bar. "I'm Yondu," he offers, giving a single nod to Loki. He shifts a bit, facing Loki, and he leans a bit lazily against the bar as he lifts his glass to take a drink.

Loki has posed:
Whereas for Loki, some of that is talent, some luck, some knowledge, and some contacts that have been built through the years. Loki looks at the blue fellow, and then to his drink. "Beg to differ," he says, as though the man's words that it's not going to change just because he looks at it were a challenge. And his fingers move again, and the drink's color fades, darkening from pink to a dusky purple to a dusky hue halfway between blue and purple. The sparkles are still there, but they're all silver now, rather than rainbow hued. Loki nods at his handiwork and lifts the glass to his mouth. "Ah. That's much better," he says. "Now it tastes of berries and has a tart bite to it."

And then? While the blue fellow isn't looking at his drink, Loki changes his to the same as what he'd changed his own too. A dusky shade between blue and purple with silver sparkles. It really is quite good. Berries, with a hint of sweet, and the tang of a tart bite to it as well, so that it's neither too sweet nor too tart. Loki sips his hapily.

He tilts his head. "Only one? I'm insulted," he says. Then grins. "Even if there is, there's nothing anyone here can do about it. Not against /me/." Oh, he sure is full of himself, isn't he? "Yondu. Nice to meet you," he says. "Fighting off bounty hunters could be fun. Maybe I should announce aloud who I am. That would start a bar brawl for certain." He grins, widely, toothily. With the charisma practically rolling off him in waves, it would either start a bar brawl, or have every patron in the place worshipping him and feeding him grapes, like those old Terran paintings of the Greek gods being fed things and having fans waved for them.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
There's an inquisitive sort of sound from the blue fellow, and he looks over to Loki for a long moment. He watches the fellow and the fellow's drink, and one of his eyebrows quirks up as he does. Given that his clothes have had their colour changed, he's not overly surprised that the same thing happens to the drink. "Ain't lookin' as bad as what it did," he comments, sounding a trifle amused. The drink is an interesting colour now, even though he doesn't admit such a thing out loud.

Then he goes to pick up his drink, and he gets a glimpse of it which causes him to lift the glass and eye the contents of it. His red gaze turns to Loki, eyeing the fellow for a long moment, and then he looks back to his drink. "Well, hell," he grouses, studying it for a long moment. "Can't beat 'em, join 'em, as they say," he comments under his breath. Then he lifts the glass to take a drink of it. He lets the liquid roll over his tongue for a moment before he swallows it, and then he gives a nod. "That ain't half bad," Yondu says with a bit of a grin and a nod to Loki.

"An' only one that I know of. Doesn't mean there ain't more'n one. Wouldn't surprise me," Yondu comments, a touch of amusement in his voice. He takes another sip of his drink, seeming to actually like it. He grunts softly, and then he lifts one of his shoulders in a shrug. "All depends on what yer lookin' ta do. Hell, folks here're always half a step from a brawl anyways. Ain't takin' much," he says a bit gruffly. He glances around at the spacers in the place, then brings his attention back to Loki, watching him.

Loki has posed:
Loki grins. And that grin is big and charismatic as hell. It's all sunshine and rainbows and unicorns really do exist! It's the type of grin that just has a tendency to make people really like him. "Yes, I know," he replies to the compliment. He knows a compliment when he hears one. He lifts his own drink and swirls it around a bit before quaffing another drink of it. It pleases his pallette.

"Only one that you know of," he repeats, tone thoughtful. Expression thoughtful too. He steps closer to the bar and leans an elbow atop it, swirling the dusky hued bluple drink around. "Maybe not only one. Hm. Damn. I'm /bored/." Maybe that's why he'd chosen to bug Yondu. Who isn't in his normal colors, of note. Oh, the shirt is the same purple, but the coat is deep purple bordering on black, and the boots are shiny and all black. Possibly Loki's doing. Loki is in his normal colors, and there /are/ bounties around on Loki. Almost certainly more than one of them. And he's done nothing to hide who he is.

He grins at the thought of a brawl, though. Again. "You are right about that. And see? I told you whiskey is horrible," he points out. He turns his head so he can see the rest of the bar, and leans his cheek against it. "Hmm..." And then he wiggles his fingers again. This time the fingers that are holding his glass.

Suddenly, on the blood sports gaming table, one of the lizards goes wild. It screams, almost a battle cry, and /leaps/ atop the Orloni it's fighting for. The Orloni staggers and nearly goes down with the unexpected assault. The lizard, a bright purple thing with gem blue eyes, screams again and chomps down on the Orloni's ear, eliciting a squeal of pain. Suddenly, those around that table all stand up straighter. There are mutterings and outright sayings of 'what the fuck is goin' on here??'

Loki just grins. "There. That's better. It'll be more exciting soon."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
    It's true that, in the Burnout Pub, a brawl is always just a few moments away. Or, to be exact, four minutes and twenty-eight seconds, which is the time it takes for Rocket to walk from the HQ of Rocket and Groot LLC (+Guardians of the Galaxy) to the Burnout. As has happened numerous times before, the swing doors swing open violently, knocking at least one patron back, and just as the eye is drawn to the sudden opening, there's nothing there to see.

    Let the eye draw back a bit. And down. Further down. Right there.

    With a swagger that implies that he's the baddest one in the place, Rocket descends the stairs and makes a dismissive gesture to the barkeep. "My usual, an' keep 'em coming." After which he climbs up on a bar stool that's already taken, evicts the previous occupant, and thereby turns implication into challenge. Just a night out on the town.

Yondu Udonta has posed:
It remains to be determined as to whether or not Yondu actually likes the fellow that he's met. He hasn't shot him, so that's something. The arrow is also still holstered, so to speak, which is also something. He eyes his drink for a moment, which had been whiskey but is no longer, and he gives the glass a small swirl before lifting it to take a sniff and then take another drink of it. It really doesn't taste half bad. He still prefers whiskey, but it's not half bad.

"Ain't ma business, bounties. I jus' hear tell o' them, sometimes. Ain't keepin' a thumb on 'em," Yondu comments, his tone thoughtful. It's a bit gruff here and there, he's been talking for a bit now and it tends to wear on his voice. "Bored?" he asks, taking a glance to what his clothes had become before he looks to Loki again. "'Xplains a mite," he adds, shifting a bit where he stands. He puts his back to the bar, and he lifts his glass to take a drink.

"Whiskey ain't horrible," Yondu says, giving a soft grunt after the words. He glances over towards the gaming table, and the he raises an eyebrow lightly as one of the lizards go wild. He chuckles as he watches a moment, and then he gives a nod to Loki. "When you mess with folks' money, well... gets a reaction, gen'rally," he comments in a soft tone. His attention turns towards the entrance as the raccoon enters, and he gives a soft grunt. "Rocket," he offers in greeting, once the raccoon has reached the bar.

Loki has posed:
Just as the raccoon enters, the fight at the table ends. The lizard gets a neck hold on the Orloni, there's a snap, and the thing goes limp. The lizard screams its triumph, a sound that is more akin to a squeak than an actual scream. As the doors bang open, Loki's green eyes are drawn that way, and his lips curl back in a grin. "Oh, this could be good," he says to Yondu.

The previous occupant raises a fist, and then sees who it is and lowers his fist meekly to slink off to another section of the bar. Well away from Rocket. Challenge received, accepted, and belly turned up. Rocket wins that one. Loki just looks amused. "That was better than the lizard," he says. Him being bored really does explain a mite. Really does. And he turns an amused grin on Yondu.

"Whiskey /is/ horrible," he insists. Speaking of messing with people's money, the fight on the table gets frisky around the fringes, now. As the people who'd bet on the Orloni get pissed, and the people who bet on the lizard puff up all proud of themselves. Then an Orloni better throws a punch, and the brawl is on!

Loki grins, and calmly moves his head a fraction of a hair to the side, just as a glass flies past him and smashes against the wall behind him. It narrowly misses the bartender! "Now things are fun," he says. He follows Yondu's glance toward the raccoon and nods. "Loki. How d'ya do?"

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
    You'd think that a glass sailing by his head would put Rocket off his drink, but it seems he's paying the budding brawl no mind right now. Yondu does get a half nod while the raccoon drains the human sized shot in one go, then tosses the glass over his shoulder behind the bar. What's a bit more broken glass in here? "Yondu, what're you doin' hanging out with these losers?" Which is when his eyes settle on Loki, and the Asgardian introduces himself.

    This earns both Yondu and Loki a grin.

    "When'd you start playing with your food? Who's he, snack?" he gives Loki the once over. Then the twice over. And then the oversized bounty tablet appears out of his pocket. "Loki huh? Sure you ain't lost? Place feels like it's a bit cheap for someone worth so many Units."

Yondu Udonta has posed:
Yondu Udonta looks over to Loki, studying him briefly before he looks over towards the gaming table at the sounds of creature mayhem. He grunts softly, and then he lifts his glass to take a drink. He leans his back against the bar, comfortable in such a position. "At th' ver' least, it'll be int'resting," he comments, a hint of a smile coming to his features. And it most likely will be, in one way or another.

"Whiskey is better'n horrible," he insists, seeming a bit amused as he looks to Loki. He snorts softly as he glances towards the erupting brawl, then brings his attention back to the fellow next to him. "Y'know, ya gotta way o' starting shite. An' all hell's likely ta break out now," he adds, giving a brief shake of his head. Then he lifts his glass to take a drink of it before taking a half step closer to Loki in order to avoid a partially filled glass that had been thrown and deflected into his direction.

He snorts softly and then eyes Rocket. "Came fer a drink after gettin' some parts. Ain't much else o' a reason ta be comin' in here," he comments, a bit amused. "Ain't playin' with nothin'. You wanna take a bite, that's between the pair o' ye," he adds, giving a chuckle.

Loki has posed:
No more than it affected Loki. Except to move the fraction it took to avoid it hitting /him/. He grins widely at the raccoon. "Snack? I'm more of a full course meal," he comments. He shrugs. "I was bored. How many units are we talking about? If it's enough, I'll let you turn me in for half the bounty." Talk about bored! He takes a drink from his glass, and then glances over his shoulder at Yondu. "Is not," he insists. Then he finishes his drink and turns to walk out of the bar. He, as much as Rocket, acts like he owns the place. Up the stairs and through the doors, and one that some might consider the god of chaos is quite gone.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
    "Banquet and full frickin' dessert table after." Rocket grins, wondering how lucky he got that a large bounty like this just happened to walk into his bar. "Now, I'd say this isn't gonna hurt, but I'd be lyin'..."

    Which is when a glass, carelessly thrown from the other side of the bar, smashes against his head and knocks him off the bar stool, tumbling behind the bar.

    By the time he climbs back up, glaring daggers and other miscellaneous bladed weaponry at the assembled miscreants, his bounty has literally walked out the door. This is a bad time, therefore, to have caught Rocket's attention. "Oh... that /does/ it!" A bottle is grabbed and professionally smashed on the bar, before Rocket dives into the melee.

    A brawl that just happens to be going on? He can get bored of that in half an hour. A brawl because some idiot just lost him a stack of Units?

    He can keep that going all night.