2793/Log 2793

Log 2793
Date of Scene:	11 October 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Molly Millions, Star-Lord

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Molly Millions has posed:
St. Molly's. With Darkseid floating somewhere in the depths of space doing a great impression of a popsicle and his parademons mostly gone, one way or another... life in Lowtown has pretty much returned to normal. Including St. Molly's. The punters are here, mostly crowded around the fight ring, where a mutant and an alien are currently endeavoring to see who can face-punch one another the hardest. Molly's here, although she's left someone else manning the bar for the moment so she can hold up a support beam with a shoulder and watch the carnage while nursing a beer.

Her trademark mirrored lenses are currently MIA, the golden-green eyes normally hidden by them currently given filter by a pair of sunglasses despite the relatively haphazard lighting of the place. But there's nothing pretending to be current earth origin about the fletchette pistol in the shoulder holster worn openly. And there's probably more openly unusual in the bar at present than most of Madripoor would like to admit the island contains.

Star-Lord has posed:
    The door to Molly's opens and in walks Peter Quill, the Legendary Star-Lord, though he's not so legendary here on Earth (or in space if he's honest) it's been 30 years since he'd last breathed Terran air. By the look of him, it agrees with him. Despite the tough, dive bar vibe the place gives off Quill, takes it all in and can't help but smile. He wears that smile right up to the bar, slips the barman a crisp bill (too crisp, if someone's paying attention) and takes his drink towards the ring. Like Molly, he's wearing his weapons openly, a pair of C shaped high tech pistols hang from either hip and by the bulges that interrupt the lines of his red leather coat he has other toys as well. He peers over the crowd of punters to look at the fight. Finding himself next to Molly he asks her, "Hey, you know if it's too late to put some money on the Badoon? Those guys fight dirty."     

Molly Millions has posed:
It's Madripoor, and well, St. Molly's tends to accept most Terran denominations, at least. The kid manning the bar wouldn't know a fake from a real, though, one way or another. There's not a word about his weapons, for all the kids curious eyes, one way or another that's normal around here, too.

Molly's slow to look over, pausing with the beer most of the way towards her lips,"They just got started, Mike usually doesn't shut down the betting until the first time someone hits the ground." who's Mike? To judge from the headnod, the guy that looks like he had a fight with a cheese grater and lost being surrounded by at least a couple of last minute betters, "Badoon, huh? Figured he was an alien. First one I've seen. Nice guns." is tagged on as an afterthought.

Star-Lord has posed:
    Well to be fair, it's a good fake, printed off a jury-rigged Kree fabricator earlier that morning. He looks over at Molly when she answers, he moves puts a hand on the pillar and lean. "Yeah, I've dealt with them a few times, tough customers," he says with a look towards the pit. At her compliment he smiles, "Thanks, I work ou-" a pause, and a slight broadening of his smile. "Oh, you mean theses," he says acting surprised as he pats one of the element guns with his free hand. "Thanks, they do the job, looks like yours does as well," he says after a glance at the fletchette pistol in her shoulder holster.

Molly Millions has posed:
The loft of Molly's brow over the glasses is blatant, especially accompanied by a bark of laughter and the shake of her head,"I meant the weapons, though I've seen worse." she opts with regards to the other,"So you're only wearing a human face then, are you?" she enquires, leaning a little to turn her attention briefly to the ring again,"Not nearly as well as I'd like it to sometimes, but, we work with what we have. Do I need to worry about whether that thing's going to try and destroy my bar?"

Star-Lord has posed:
    Quill smiles, "Well, I really do work out," he remarks when she says she's seen worse. He doesn't go so far as to give a little bit of a flex though, there is such things as too cheesy, even for him. At the question about his face he tugs his cheek with his free hand, "Nope, real face and I work I'm from Missouri, I just work in space." He turns then offering a hand. "I'm Peter Quill, but if you're bar serves Badoon, you might have heard of me as Star-Lord." He considers the weapon a second before turning to look at where the Badoon is tussling with the mutant. "Oh come on, that's a cheap shot!" he calls before shaking his head. "I wouldn't let him get too drunk after the fight. Especially if he loses their tempers are as bad as their smell. And this is your place?" he gives it another look. "It's really cool," he sounds like he means it.

Molly Millions has posed:
There's a brief laugh from Molly. The shades pushed up out of her way,"You just... work in space." then he says 'Star-Lord' and there's that moment of confusion, slight furrow of her brow. The beer-hands used to point a finger at him briefly before she switches the beer off to her other hand to accept his for a quick shake. For all it's slender normality in appearance, the rougher, heavier edges of the metal scaffolding instead of bones and the alien smoothness of the skin doesn't quite match up,"I've heard the name, at least... but I wasn't... expecting a human, I guess? I'm Molly."

There's a slight shift of her head, she's keeping an eye on it, but doesn't seem terribly concerned about potential cheap shofts,"Duly noted. And yeh... though it's been a bar longer than I've been here. So what do you do in space, Peter?"

Star-Lord has posed:
    "Yup. It's not a bad gig if you can get it," Quill says with a smile as he shakes Molly's hand. He does notice the difference in the feel of the skin and the bones underneath. "And what about you? Real face or something else?" he asks as he lets go after their shake, he doesn't seem to be flinching back from the unnatural skin and what's underneath. When she mentions she's heard of Star-Lord, he grins, widely. "Yep, that's me, Star-Lord, interstellar hero and leader of the Guardians of the Galaxy." He's forgotten the fight more or less, but glances back when someone lands a particularly loud hit, then back to Molly. "So, yeah, I run the Guardians, we're sort of a big deal, we've saved the galaxy a couple of times, the universe last month, the rest of the time we're more or less for hire, hunt a few bounties, whatever keeps the units coming in."

Molly Millions has posed:
"Long story." Molly's got no problems with offering,"Human, but not from this neighborhood." she offers, only to have to pause and swallow hard with her beer to her lips when he provides the more full introduction,"Wow... that's... quite a title." she manages, attention turning back before she gives a sharp whistle with a cut-off signal at her neck for the guy actually playing umpire. The mutant came out the worse of the two, and apparently she's not about to have them keep going until someone dies, at least.

"Sounds like a good gig if you can get it. Though from what I've seen... heroing doesn't pay so good. So how did you come up with Star-Lord?" she has to ask, waiting for the pit-master to pass to hand him her empty, watching smaller fights and bets break out as she turns a little and nods in the direction of the bar by way of invitation.

Star-Lord has posed:
    Quill takes a look at the arm and nods, "Very cool," he says before looking back up at Molly. "Yeah, it's a mouthful, but it was fun earning it, I mean, we'd probably should be calling ourselves the Guardians of the Universe now, but it was taken." He shrugs and turns to watch the fight end. When it's broken up, he shakes his head ruefully, "Yep, should have bet on the Badoon," he laments with a chuckle before turning to follow Molly to the bar. "Hm, my name? It's just something I came up with when I was a kid and it sort of stuck," he lies shrugging again before he gets busy finishing up his drink. He sets the empty down on the bar when they get there. "So how about you, Molly? Got a last name or are you doing a whole Prince thing?" he asks changing the subject.

Molly Millions has posed:
"Is it? I can't keep up with all these groups. At least got to see the stars recently, but." there's a slight roll of Molly's shoulders,"You came up with it as a kid, huh? Well, I've heard worse. And doesn't matter. Molly whoever it needs to be on the day. Millions, usually. No fancy titles or anything like that. Just what you see." which is, well, at least partially untrue, but good enough for her at least,"What are you drinking, Peter? And is there something I can do for you, or you just here to check out the place and get some downtime before saving the Galaxy again? Pity your people weren't here a week or so ago... someone calling themselves Darkseid tried to invade the place."

Star-Lord has posed:
    "The Guardians of the Universe? Yeah, they're the little blue guys that tell the Green Lanterns what to do, total dicks most of the time," Quill explains as he grabs a stool and sits at the bar. "Molly Millions huh? See, that's a cool name," he says leaning his elbows on the bar as they talk. "It definitely works." He looks down at his empty glass, "Bourbon," he says before looking up at Molly. "Well, I was just looking around, but this does seem the sort of place that a guy who guards the galaxy can pick up a bit of work, let me tell you, the for a trip here from Knowhere wasn't cheap. Any chance you might know somebody looking for some high end mercs with reasonable rates?" he asks. When she mentions Darkseid he makes a face, "Ugh. That guy, yeah, we wished we got here then too. There was a seventy million unit bounty on his head, but we're too late and so we're out of luck. Glad the Earth's okay though, was worried for a bit there when I heard he showed up."

Molly Millions has posed:
"Little blue guys who tell the Green Lanterns what to do. Well, I think I've met a Green Lantern, at least.. sort of?" there's a shake of Molly's head as she crosses behind the bar. There's no top shelf here, it's a hidden cupboard under the bar, and it's from there she produces some quality stuff to pour him some. Not a shot. Or even a double. The tumblers just filled and set down before she makes one for herself.

"...seventy... million? Units?" she's still processing seventy million,"...what if someone knew roughly where you could find him?" there's no pretending a lack of interest, really, at all.

Star-Lord has posed:
    Quill watches his glass get filled and he smiles. "Knew I came to the right place," he says. When it's topped up he holds it up to clink with hers. "New friends?" he offers as a toast.

At the mention of the bounty, he nods. "Yeah, seventy-million, you should have seen my crew when they found out-" he pauses. "Wait? Are you saying you know where he is?" all of his attention is on Molly now.

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly clinks her glass against his once it's full and raises it just a little,"And good bounties." she agree's, it's all to give herself a few moments as she brings it to her lips for a mouthful as she considers, watching him with eyes whose color at least have more in common with a housecat than a human. Finally she swallows and wets her lips,"A lot of people here put in a lot of work to get rid of him, and Metropolis is still mostly a smoking hole in the ground. At least a cut of that by rights 'd belong to them." she hedges by saying, which really rather points to 'yes', even if she's opting for leaning up casually against the business side of the bar for now. Considerations offered before she nods towards the employee's only area,"Though maybe we ought to not talk about this where anyone might decide they might want to get in the way."

Star-Lord has posed:
     "Sure, right, we'd make sure they'd get their cut," Quill says with a slow nod watching those strange eyes watching him. His fingers grip his glass a little tighter at the promise of a big payday of units, and not much collateral damage to collect it, at least, not new collateral damage. When Molly nods to the back room, he gets up from his stool and nods right back. "Sounds like a plan," he says looking over his shoulders at the crowd to make sure nobody's showing too much interest.

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly snags the bottle to lead off that way, giving an acknowledging grunt for his words,"Good. Because as much as I like money... I try not to be a total asshole." she opts for, waiting until they're up the stairs at least and she can nod him towards the chair at the bank of monitors for a place to sit,"But you just happened to find the one person on the planet that knows where we dumped him. And if I can get it back from the Justice League... has the controller we did it with, too."

Star-Lord has posed:
    Quill follows Molly to the back through the door and up the stairs, he gives the place a quick glance before sinking down on the indicated chair. "Hey, me neither, I want to make sure we all get our fair cut here, the Guardians will only need say, twenty percent for transport, maybe thirty if he's still kicking and we have to put him down. Actually, is he still kicking? The bounty said they wanted him alive but if not, I am sure we can negotiate, I mean, who wants the hassle of keeping him penned up?" he says before taking a swallow of bourbon. "So what's this about a controller?"

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly tosses a pillow before perching on the end of the bed, not a lot of visitors up here, not much room, but at least the monitor provides a good overview of things. She sets the bottle down and takes another swig of the bourbon,"Considering everything, I'd say it's a fairly good chance he's still alive. And... obviously. Even after the conversion to... whatever else... should at least get some good going." she passes a hand through her hair as she considers,"We utilized one of his own portalling devices to jettison him into space away from here and his planet. I had to translate the coordinates and plug them in. But I let the Justice League borrow it to try and make sure we don't get any more surprise visits from him or his friends. But if someone wants to keep him contained and pay for it...? I'm never going to complain about making money. This isn't a... his people are paying to get him back though, right?"

Star-Lord has posed:
    Quill takes it all in, the gears turning in his head. He's seemed to have dropped his usual dopey space-guy routine for the moment, there were serious units at play here, also, a very dangerous dude to get through to get them. "So, think the Justice League is going to let us have the thing back?" he asks, before the last question leaves him stymied. "Huh, didn't think of that. I'll need to check with some people before I can say, one of my crew found the bounty for us," and knowing Rocket, he just saw the number of units involved and forgot the rest. "It'd be pretty slick if that's what was going on. Probably not planning on paying us either."

Molly Millions has posed:
"Yeh. I trust the one who I gave it to that if I asked for it back, he'd give it to me." Molly asserts, opening her mouth and then closing it again with the faintest kind of smile that she doesn't elect to immediately explain,"Even if they didn't, I have people that could get it." there's a slight shrug of her shoulders,"Yeh, well... make sure, right? Some of us still live here. And I wouldn't want to be known as the person that signed us up for round two." she elects to toss back the bourbon,"But if it's legitimate... it sounds like a lot of people are going to be a few million units richer."

Star-Lord has posed:
    Quill nods, "Good friend," he says of the guy who has the controller, before he smiles a little at Molly's smile. "Hmm?" he inquires before he finishes off his bourbon and holds out the cup for seconds. "Want to let me in on the joke?" he asks.

    "Hey, me neither, I'm glad Earth's not toast, seen too many worlds get flarged to want to see it happen here," he smiles then, "And yeah, it does. Whatcha going to do with all that money?" he asks.

Molly Millions has posed:
Molly offers over the bottle so he can pour himself a fresh one,"Not so much a joke, just amusement at the way the world works. I'm not a fan of capes in general, but given that the person I let borrow it I'm letting play with my augs, I'd better be able to trust him to at least give me back the controller. And I... can't even imagine. My world hadn't reached the point where we'd gone beyond low orbit. But there's... something peaceful about the stars, I reckon. Yourself? Why'd you take up space heroing for a living?" because she can't resist using that turn, or the sly smile that crosses her lips,"Maybe I'll buy myself a ship, take a vacation on Mars or something. How much do they cost?"

Star-Lord has posed:
     Quill pours himself a drink and passes back the bottle. "Just a note, we do this," he holds up his glass. "Better than anyone," he says meaning humans. He nods about the guy with the controller. "So he's got access to your augments? Man, you must really trust that guy? He a boyfriend or something?" he asks before he takes a sip. He lowers the glass after a second to ask, "Your world?" before he moves on to space heroing. "Well, I was sort of raised to it, when my Mom died, I got taken in by some guys called the Ravagers," he pauses trying to think of analogy. "Sort of like the A-Team, but in space. Hung with them for a bit then I struck out on my own and met the Guardians. Saved the galaxy and the rest is as they say is history." He considers that last question. "Hard to blue book a ship but with a few million units, you'd have a lot to choose from. Mine, I sort of stole. The Milano. I'll have to show it to you sometime."

Molly Millions has posed:
"Bourbon, sure... Asgardian mead will take your face off though." Molly opines, claiming the bottle for herself so she can pour herself a fresh one. There's consideration there, again, at the first before she dips her head, only to snort at 'boyfriend',"No, not my boyfriend. But for all that he's a statue-having cape-wearing alien who people call the Manhunter... genuinely a nice guy. Hasn't attempted to dismantle or arrest me, so... we're good."

She's content to listen to his words, rather than explain her world for now. Finally she ahhs quietly,"What's the A-Team?" pause,"Never mind. If I'm going to keep track of them all I'd need to devote most of my free space just to the names they all use. You... stole, your ship, but you're still counted as a hero? That's... some good work actually. So far all I think I've only wound up on the radar of criminal. But I doubt you'll find any bounties for me."

Star-Lord has posed:
     "Haven't tried it," Quill admits of Asgardian mead. "Guess I'm going to have to now," he smiles. The news about the cape guy is met with another nod and a sip of whiskey. "Manhunter? Cool name. And hey if he's not the arresting shady folks on sight type, I like him already. Not that I'm saying your shady of course." He smiles an then takes another gulp of bourbon.

    He opens his mouth when she asks what the A-Team is only to close it again. "Later," he says before chuckling about the ship. "Yeah, I stole it from bad guys," he says, despite the fact they were the same people he said we're good guys a minute ago. "So people didn't care so much. As for your situation, the trick is doing just enough good so that people forgive the bad, well, that or live in space. If you piss off one world you can roll right on to the next and do it all over again."

Molly Millions has posed:
"I've been trying to convince them to let me sell some here... something about potential to blind people... and there's the night my receptors don't even remember how we got into space but I'm reasonably sure it involved a couple of goats and a rainbow. And I'm not shady, at all, neither are you, right?"

There's an arch of her brow, then ahhs,"Color me envious then. We never got past low orbit that I'm aware of. But I put this place here because the beautiful thing about Madripoor is the lack of extradition treaties with other countries. The doors will get me most of the places I want to reach in the world, at least, relatively quickly, even, but apparently they're considered a violation of some statute regarding immigration?" there's a slight shrug of her shoulders,"I say there's people who can fly and teleport and border security is sort of a laughable concept. Anyways. I at least helped get rid of Darkseid... that should do me for good deeds for a while."

Star-Lord has posed:
     "Goats and a rainbow? Wow. Yeah, I am going to definitely have to try this stuff if it's making you see weird shit like that," he says laughing. "And, nah, I'm not shady, they wouldn't let me guard the galaxy if I was." He finishes his glass and kicks the chair over closer to the bed, to reach for the bottle of bourbon.

    "You mentioned that, about the low earth orbit thing, well, however this thing with the bounty goes, I promise I can you better than low Earth orbit. Heck, haven't seen Mars yet. Could make a halfway decent day trip." He nods then about the bar and Madripoor. "It's a cool spot for a bar, I always wanted to see Madripoor as a kid, what with it showing up in all those spy and action movies, you know the ones with shady bars, mysterious women and crazy adventures." He takes a sip from his refilled glass. "And don't forget space ships are a thing," he adds before nodding. "Yeah, I'd say taking out Darkseid is a good start to the almost hero thing."

Molly Millions has posed:
"I remember the goats and the rainbow distinctly. And a blue guy in a suit trying to eat a couch." Molly offers with a smile,"And there was a dance-off. I think." she points towards her left eye,"Normally the augs remember even if I don't, but at some point something got shorted and... yes. Asgardian mead... for when you really don't want to remember pretty much anything for the next twenty for hours." she clears her throat, letting him claim the bottle again with a slight shake of her head.

"Sorry, space." pause,"As I understand it, I'm from another universe entirely. Some things are very similar, and some very different. I like space. I did a few runs in low gravity, years ago, and I guess that's where my brain goes when people start talking about... being out there. We didn't have a Madripoor though. Well... Chiba, it was sort of like Hightown? And Nighttown and Lowtown have a lot in common... but the population density and... pollution controls and a hundred other things are just different enough that it's not the same by half." there's that smile again, a wry quirk of her lips,"Coming from an expert, hmm? Can't say I've had much in the way of galactic bounties come through, yet. People are starting to work out that this place is generally safe for non-humans to drop in at, but hadn't quite... hit that space angle, yet. Maybe I'll have to start polling for a galactic fixer. Upgrade a few things around here, if this bounty's good."

Star-Lord has posed:
     Quill can't help but smile, "Yeah, still totally want to try it. If you ever get some, give me a call. Especially if drinking it leads to dance offs." He picks up the bottle and pours. "What?" he says about that shake of her head.

    "Another universe, and here I though I had traveled a long way to get here," he says, sitting back and listening to her talk about her home universe. "Sounds kind of cool. Do you miss your world?" he asks.

    At the talk of bars, he nods, "I am definitely an expert, and if you do want to work the off-world angle, let me know, I can put some words in the right ears, or well things that work like ears, and let people know if they want to come drinking on Terra, St. Molly's is the place to be. I'll do it free of charge and everything. "

Molly Millions has posed:
"Sure." she waits for him to finish pouring before pouring her own, looking at the dregs in the bottle and electing to just finish it off before nodding at a compartment near the desk,"Back-up's in there." she offers by way of information,"Maybe some day I'll tell you." she offers in response to the 'what', then laughs,"Not all it's cracked up to be, really, don't know how I got here, or why. Arrival sort of shorted everything out. And I miss the technology. Lack of borders... better medical care. But this place the meat's still real, all I have to do is look out the window to see the stars... spaceships and aliens. So it comes out a wash, you know?"

"I'm good with aliens. Pretty sure I've met at least half the one's taking refuge on this planet at least. I don't mind them. Or mutants. Or Space-Lord's for that matter. But sure. Expansion of clientele is good. I've got a few people that work different places here that tell me about leads, been linking people more than working since I moved here, anyways, so why not space, too? Maybe you can help me pick out my own ship."

Star-Lord has posed:
     Quill nods when pointed to more booze and he gets up and goes searching, while still drinking from his current glass. Yep. No problems here. He finds the bottle searching the cupboard one handed and then heads back to his chair with their prize. "Yeah, I get it. Same sort of thing with living in space, it's way cool and I get to do cool stuff, but, there are things about Earth I've missed. So, like you said, comes out in the wash."

    Settling back and enjoying his drink, he looks up, "Star-Lord," he corrects with a sigh. "Why do people keep forgetting that," he laments with a shake of his head. "But yeah, we can hook you up with some alien clientele and help you pick out a new ship when the units roll in. Buying one will be a nice change of pace, actually."