2965/I'll think of something clever later.

I'll think of something clever later.
Date of Scene:	25 October 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Star-Lord, Molly Millions, Blink

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Star-Lord has posed:
     Mission prep-day one. Rocket's bomb was mostly put together down in the hold, they just needed a few more parts to get it done and be ready to blow the crap out of Darkseid if it turned out he wasn't dead yet.

    Peter had Rocket on that job, so for now he's sitting in the common area having a drink with their new temporary crew member Molly, his gun collection laid out on the table before him.

     Picking up a heavy looking pistol, Peter says, "This one, I am not even sure where I got this one," he looks it over. "It fires plasma, I think, pretty heavy duty, good for dealing with robots and anything with a heavy chassi," he says before putting it down again. There was about a dozen pistols and rifles on the table of varying shapes, sizes and grades of lethality. And Peter's collection was one of the smaller ones on the ship.

Molly Millions has posed:
    It's a ship. A space ship. And there's guns. This can't possibly be a bad combination with Molly involved. Some of the bar's better stock has been raided for the trip, and Molly's taken a spot opposite Peter so that she can drool with her eyes and only minorly her fingers as he shows off his collection. There was a voicemail left for Blink, nice simple 'going out of town for a few days, got a little business to take care of in another solar system'. Which of course wound up in a whole conversation amounting to 'you're doing what?' and pictures being sent because, yes, for real. Space ship. No, she's not drunk, or high, or hanging out with the Asgardians again. Of course, the issue with pictures and Blink is that generally gives the mutant a 'zero in' point that in her current thought processes Molly's paid insufficient attention to. Oops.

    The cyborg herself is wearing her 'I <3 Genosha' tee and jeans as she nurses a scotch and listens to the run down of the pistols with... well, all the avidness of a magpie,"See.. they tried plasma but the production costs were just prohibitive. Fletchette's got popular due to the lighter weight and high payload... but then again, we weren't dealing with... robots or aliens or whatever. I've got this feeling that I'm going to wind up digging myself a pit the size of a black hole with all the things I would give a limb or two for."

Blink has posed:
Spaceship. Space. Ship. SPACESHIP! Clarice had wasted no time in her plans of course. This was no simple portal to open, she'd need to be dead on. If it was moving... Well that would be bad in general and probably /very/ bad for the ship's hull. Either way, the teen wasn't going to pass up seeing a /space ship/!

Standing in her small apartment, the mutant checks herself one last time. Quiver? Check. Sexy skinny jeans and black 'Genosha 4 tha w1n!' tee? Check. Small bottle of absinthe from Europe? Check. It never hurt to have a back up bribe in case Molly /really/ wasn't happy with the interruption after all. And who knows what kind of scene the girl would appear to!?

And so, it's time. A deep, slow breath raises her chest and with the exhale her hands pull up and slide down, creating a rent in the air with a solid, bluey-purple glow around it. It's twin appearing at the back of the common area - thankfully missing anything /too/ important.

Jumping through, the portal winks shut behind Clarice with a -Blink!- leaving her standing there staring around, softly glowing green eyes round as saucers. "Wooooow.... Oh! Hey Ma! Fancy seeing you here!"

Star-Lord has posed:
     "Probably," Peter agrees with a smile before there's suddenly a bluey purpley portal opening on his ship that cuts one of his crates of cereal boxes in half, spilling Lucky Charms all over the floor. "What in the heck!" Peter shouts drawing one of his element guns as he stands. "Just who the heck are you?" he demands before the purple stranger calls Molly 'Ma'. "Wait, is she one of your kids?" he asks, though the gun is still kept levelled for now.

Molly Millions has posed:
    "Capitalist." Molly snorts for that smile. The edges of the portal popping into existence give her a pico-second of pause, like, hey, wait, how did she... of course. It's not often that Molly really displays what's laying under the 'chassis' of the lean woman, but it comes in the snake-quick way her hand grabs Peter's wrist to forestall any potential accidents even as she squints at the emerging mutant.
    "Yes." is the one word response to the question, waiting until she's sure that weapons are going to be stowed before she carefully let's go again.
    "Those pictures weren't intended as a zero-point Clarice... if you'd hit the hull that'd be..." catastrophic. Still. There's a shake of her head as the grabbing hand is used to wag a finger at her and thunk back down in her spot,"Starlord, my daughter... Blink. Blink, Starlord... Clarice, Peter, respectively. Sorry, I should have warned you, she does that."

Blink has posed:
Gun. It's almost instinctual as a hand comes up, the displacement of atoms already starting as Molly grabs the hand, and the danger passes just as quickly - which is probably well and good. Who knows what a ray gun sliced in half would do...

"Wasn't it? Oh I thought it was an invitation!" Clarice bald face lies as her Blase grin lights up her face. The introduction causes that grin to get even wider. "Starlord? Really? Sounds like something out of the 80's, like He-Man or what's that other thing... Something something wheeled warriors?" Her words are warmed by a Barbadian accent, the irrepressaible grin adding to the bright and bubbly persona.

The crate gets a look, and then Peter is rewarded with first a sheepish smile. "I can pay for those, or replace them, or something." She's moving now, soft leather boots crunching the poor cereal against the decking. "What's this? Show and tell?" A hand gestures towards the gun, apparently choosing to try and tackle the admonishment by ignoring it altogether.

Star-Lord has posed:
     When Molly grabs his hand Peter jerks back, but thankfully keeps his finger off the trigger. "Whoa!" he says but when she says the new girl is her daughter, he pulls his hand free and puts away the gun.

     "Nice to meet you," he says before she starts ripping on his name. "Hey!" he chides, but what with the bubbly grin and the references his offense doesn't last long. "Wait, you know Jayce and the Wheeled Warriors?" he asks her as he motions for her to join them at the heavily armed table. "And don't worry about the cereal, lots more down in the hold."

    Peter crunches through the cereal to the kitchenette to get another cup for Clarice then heads back to the table. "So you're a teleporter?" he asks.

Molly Millions has posed:
    "Sorry, just wanted to make sure you didn't shoot her." Molly offers ruefully as she collects her drink and shakes her head at Clarice disapprovingly before she gives a 'sit' kind of a motion,"Peter's showing me his collection, yes. Plasma guns." not that the wistful sigh on the end there is in any way indicative of her covetous desire for them.

    "Clarice was... born here. They didn't... have this... Jayce, where I come from. Then again... we'd done away with the television about the time of my grandparents." she can't help but drawl, leaving it up to Blink what she wants to explain about her abilities.

Blink has posed:
"A portaller, it's a bit different." Blink corrects as she moves over to flop down into a seat next to Molly. "And I'd seen something on youtube, looked pretty cool - if dated." It's a soft dig, though the grin she shoots at Molly leaves no room for error as to whom she's digging /at/. The green liquid filled bottle is produced from her quiver as she pulls it off her shoulders before leaning back. The absinthe is waved slowly before the cyborg. "I got you a preeeseeent, from Poland!" Once it's released she returns her attention to Peter, aka Starking.

"You're thinking of someone like Kurt, err, Nightcrawler. He's a teleporter, I open portals for people to go through mostly... Though I suppose I /can/ teleport other things."

Star-Lord has posed:
     Peter nods to Molly. "Wasn't going to, just surprised me," he says trying to shake off the shock of the sudden arrival, and trying not to think of the opportunities it presented. That last part doesn't go too well.

    Peter rolls his eyes at the 'dated' crack but the surprise gift from Poland, gets his attention. "I'll get back to that dated remark in a minute, but what is that? And does it mix with Ol' Janx?" he asks nodding to the glowing bottle sitting open among the guns. "Nightcrawler though, now that's a cool name. So, these portals can anyone and anything go through them?"

Molly Millions has posed:
    Gifts of alcohol rarely go astray, especially with the soft whistle Molly give's as she accepts the bottle,"The amount of wormwood in this thing is illegal in at least a dozen countries." but still, scotch, absinthe, the green bottle gets set on the table for now,"I suppose if the crew's not inclined to throw you overboard as a stowaway then maybe that's good enough." she offers with a chuckle.
    "That's part of where the augments come in handy, though after the second time I almost shot Dog I had them put in a buffer so I could filter the immediate response... mostly." there's a slight shrug of her shoulders,"And, well, I knew who it was. As to this stuff... absinthe. Polish absinthe... they call it the green fairy... it's not as bad as Asgardian mead but wormwood's poisonous and has been known to cause hallucinations."
    Molly can't help but snort as she polishes off her drink, electing that next is going to be some of this 'Ol' Janx',"I still don't get the naming thing, myself. Sorry to both of you but... I don't know. I mean, the Zionists liked to call me Steppin' Razor. But..." they were crazy. She doesn't say it, it's in the way she leaves off and the slight waggle of a hand before she asks of Blink,"Absinthe... or this stuff?"

Blink has posed:
Clarice gives a little hand wave. "It's a bit far to jump back if I've been drinking, and it's only a flying visit Ma." The oddly coloured mutant advises as she ponders Peter's questions.

"Within limits yeah. I can take anyone and anything. I've had a bus through once, and dropped some fool off on the moon." That hadn't been intentional, but no point telling them that. Some things that happened during Darkseid's attack are best left unexplained.

"And it gets trickier if I haven't been to that place before, need photos, lots of them really. Still pretty surprised that Mols sent me all the ones I asked for..." Another shrug as she leans back into the chair, apprently not leaving /just/ yet.

Star-Lord has posed:
     "Illegal, huh, that sounds promising," Peter says of eyeing the absenthe a moment longer before he sits down at the table again, moving guns out of the way for people to have a little elbow room. He stops though when Blink makes her apologies. "Can fly you back if you want to stay and enjoy," he offers but leaves it to the ladies.

    "Steppin Razor huh?" he says and hand wobbles. "Not bad, but I dunno," he smirks a little. "Molly Millions works better, what do you think?" he asks Blink.

     "So, like how many pictures? Live vid is probably better right?" he asks, definitely not thinking of any heists.