3299/Peter. We Need to Talk.

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Peter. We Need to Talk.
Date of Scene: 03 December 2017
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Gamora and Rocket hold an impromptu intervention for Peter. The topic? Leaving Earth. Arguments are had but in the end they head out for the stars.
Cast of Characters: Star-Lord, Gamora, Rocket Raccoon




Star-Lord has posed:
Now Playing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ny997LNZ9zw

Star-Lord is back from wherever he'd gone. That'd been the routine of late, Peter would get up (if he came back to the ship at all) and then jaunt off to who knows where for a day or two and then come back with a bunch more Earth junk for the ship

In this case, his 'haul' is a couple big bags of cassette tape, which he hefts easily over his shoulder as he comes up the ramp as the Beastie Boys bump in his headphones. "You got to fight! For your right! To paaaaarty," Quill sings as he does a little turn on the deck and starts towards his cabin.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora had been doing her best to let Quill have his time here on his homeworld and get his enjoyment out of his system. Part of her expected to lose him entirely to this place and have to set out on their own... she dreaded the battle for ownership over the Milano by Rocket and Drax if that scenario were to play out...

As of right now, when Quill arrives with his music blaring... the green-hued Gamora is inside of the ship... hanging from the upper bulkhead. She's doing repairs on some of the ship sensor equipment/wiring that runs through the upper bulkheads of the vessel.

When he comes in, she sweeps her gaze over to him, observing him with a silent glare.

It'd been awhile here, she didn't like going out into public because Humans didn't react well to a woman with green skin... she wanted to murder most of the ones she'd spoken too.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket was on the ship too. He was as surly as ever. Why? because he hasn't been able to blow anything up. In a very. long. time. His.. attempts to steal tech from the Amazons? Well it didn't exactly go anywhere near the way he imagined. That was bad. probably very bad. So he'd been hiding out in the Milano rather than going out looking for more trouble. He was impuslive but not stupid. Most of the time.

He wasn't far from Gamora, looking at a display. "C'mon, Gams. Find the right wiring bundle. If this menu system plays that Village Peon song one more time I'm gonna just... GAH!!" He growls through clenched teeth, little fists pounding the bulkhead on either side of the display as it does in fact begin to chirp out the song by the outrageously dressed band - the Cop, the Indian, The Construction Worker, the Cowboy.. there's no end to their outfits. Rocket begins mocking the song as it goes along, "Nyah. nyah... blah de @!*&!in' blaaaaah - Y-F-U...." it is at that moment that Quill comes up the ramp with his sack o' tapes looking like an 80's rejected cassette Santa Claus. "Weeeelll.. he actually lives. How about that. So glad you could join us, /your majesty/." The sarcasm is probably a little hard to pick up in the tone he uses though. So it might just seem like a friendly welcome. Said No One Ever.

Star-Lord has posed:
With a click Peter stops his own music to jam to the Village People. "Yyyyy MCA," but then he catches that oh-so-subtle sarcasm from Rocket and that glare from Gamora and he stops letting the words trail off. "What? Did I miss maintenance day or something?" He had. Three weeks running. "Just let me put the bags away and I'll help for a bit I don't need to be at the concert for like three hours..." Yes, Quill has yet more plans off ship.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora huffed at Rocket's insistance for her to find the right wire bundle and she did! She ripped it out of the ceiling panel and then leaned backward until she was inverted and her dark purple hair was dangling down toward the floor with her body inverted. She stared/glared at Quill.

"What concert?" She asked, while upside down. A second later and her legs detached from where she'd been hanging and she completed a full backward flip and landed on her feet with a THUD on the deck.

Gamora walked over to Rocket and tossed him the broken bundle of wires. "Fix it." She told him, annoyance in her voice.

The green woman stalked over to the table where her bottle of water was and she glanced over at Quill. "You've missed -three- maintenance days." She pointed out to him as she took a seat then at the lounge table with her right booted foot going up against the edge of said table and the bottle of water going up to her lips for a drink.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket snorts. "Oh no. No. You haven't missed /any/ thing, oh glorious captain! Not a frakin' thing!" he catches the wiring bundle. "Yes ma'am!" he salutes. With the wrong finger. Someone was really grumpy. He skittered over to the corner. "just fix it! Not gonna let you have any fun, Rocket. But, oh! you'd better be here for maintenance day. nevermind that Quill gets to run off and have fun all the time! It's /his/ home world after all.. that makes him /special/!" Rocket continues to mutter to himself only not quietly enough to really be to himself. "Gonna go out and frakin' blow somethin' up after this. Somethin' big. Huge. Building maybe. Just. 'Cause. I. Can."

Star-Lord has posed:
Gamora's casual acrobatics get's Peter's attention and he leans against the bulkhead to watch, before he realizes she asked him something. "Hm? Oh, the Stones, can't believe they're still alive, and touring," he says with a shake of his head. "I'd invite you, but only could get the one ticket."

Rocket's usual tirade is noted but largely ignore, until he brings up blowing things up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, we talked about that. No blowing stuff up on Earth. It's not like other planets, we may actually want to come back here." At least he did. Of course, to come back he'd actually have to leave. "I promise, we'll go somewhere we can blow stuff up on soon."

He turns back to Gamora, "Ha ha, there's no way I missed three, I was here for the septic system, remember?" that was back before that Halloween thing he'd been so jazzed about.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora quickly turned to glare at Rocket next. "Oh please. There were three of your kind getting into the garbage outside of the ship. I shot at them. They squealed and ran in abject terror." She'd show a hint of a smirk. "You could go find them, have fun with some of your own kind."

It would seem the crew was getting at each other's throats a bit, spending too much time couped up together?

She would then look upon Peter and look him up and down. "The 'Stones'?" She asked him then. "Are they magic? Powerful? Are they valuable...?" Clearly she thought it might be some kind of potential job that they could get underway on.

Gamora's expression then got even more glarey and she leveled her gaze on Peter's face. "You -clogged- the septic system, and then left to go to your 'Pumpkin Party'."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket snarks at Gamora. "At least I HAVE more of "my own kind!" left to VISIT!" He throws the wiring harness at her. "It's frakin' fixed!" The he mutters, "They're NOT like me. Just 'cause they look like me. they're animals. I'm...>" he grinds his teeth and looks at Quill. "This. This is all your fault, Quill. This rock is spineless. No fighting. No blowing stuff up. "Oh! Protect the little animals!" I'm done hangin' out here. If we don't go today. NOW. I'm takin' the ship myself and you can STAY on this rock!"

Star-Lord has posed:
Peter's listening tends to get selective. "Hell yeah, they're powerful," Peter says. "One of them Kieth Richards, is pretty much indestructible, but they're not for stealing, they're for listening too," he says of the Stones before things get really out of hand.

The tapes are dropped to the sound of cracking plastic cases. Peter flinches, but he's already stepping between Rocket and Gamora hands out towards both of them. "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hold on! Hold on!" he says. "I'm sensing a lot of hostility here, so let's all take back what we just said right now and we can talk this out alright? Also, nobody's stealing the ship, it's /my/ ship. Stole it first, fair and square."

While true, since the Nova Corps pieced her back together the whole crew had sunk units and time into her keeping her flying after their many misadventures. So, it was really /their/ ship.

"Anyhow, why would we want to leave anyhow, other than the blowing up stuff thing, I mean we're all having a good time right?" Peter asks looking between Rocket and Gamora. "Right?"

Gamora has posed:
Gamora caught the bundle of wires and she looked it over briefly... he'd replaced the burnt out ends really quickly. She dropped it down on the table then, planning to put it back up there later.

When Quill spoke of the Stones power she looked back with interest, but about halfway through the word 'Keith' she suddenly realized he was talking about one of his music groups and it just made her sigh and roll her eyes, leaning back in her seat further and exhale with a large amount of frustration!

"Most of them wanted to steal the ship within the first two HOURS of being here." Gamora said back to Peter. "I have been keeping them from doing so, but my ability to continue to do that is... essentially gone." She glanced to Rocket, and then back to Peter.

"Look. We are -all- glad..." She looked back to Rocket "ALL. GLAD." emphasizing that the Raccoon was included in this. "That you've had a chance to reconnect with your roots. But this crew, your crew, needs to get back to what we do. Go back to where -we- belong."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket just looks at Quill. "Are you ser-" he jujst throws his paws up and rolls his eyes. "Off to another thing /you/ want to do. And you're going to do it by yourself. Typical." A glance is shot to Gamora. "Glad? Yeah. I'll show ya glad. I got glad right here..." his right paw rises as if to backhand Quill, "Onn'a these days, Quill. Onn'a these days." He sulks. "Yeah. it's great. We love it here with nothing we can do. While you run off playing human."

Star-Lord has posed:
Peter looks like someone just kicked his puppy. "What?" he says, looking to Gamora and Rocket like at any moment they were going to tell him this was all a joke. But they weren't joking. Actually, now that for the moment his head was removed from his ass, they looked kind of pissed and not just at each other.

"I am /human/!" Peter counters to Rocket, sending a kick his way, but one that was well clear of the murder raccoon. "Mosty. And I haven't been home in thirty freaking years, so excuse me for trying to enjoy it!"

Despite the yelling, the words had gotten through to him he was just processing them now.

"So you guys really feel that way?" he says to them both, before singling out Gamora. "All of you?"

Gamora has posed:
Gamora stood up from the table at this point, she sat her bottle of water down onto said table and she walked toward where Peter was. She looked right at him, eyes to eyes. "Peter." She said. "If I wanted to leave the moment we got here, I would not have been fighting these... tyrants." She glanced back at Rocket. "For the past three weeks."

She put her eyes back onto him. "Some have been more accepting of it than others, Drax... I think he rather likes it here for instance. He feels the people are stupid and easily manipulated."

She'd shake her head side to side slowly then. "I want you to enjoy your home. But we need to come at this from a different angle next time. Find a way for us to come back here and pick you up when you are ready to come back to us... if you are not ready to yet leave."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket mutters. "Oh yeah. Human. Never known what bein' human was like - 'cause you're the only one deprived of family your whole life, right?" He growls out, "At least you know where You came from!" He sighs. "Little ingrates here wouldn't even TALK to me.." apparently Earth-born trash pandas aren't very conversational. Who knew?

Star-Lord has posed:
Gamora didn't fight fair. Having a point and all that. And she /had/ fought for him too. Jeeze, who puts that on people!

He pushes off the bulk head and throws his hands in the air. "This sucks!" he declares as he paces. It was part of his process. They've seen it before, usually when his conscience was getting the better of him.

He pauses, leaning on another wall to collect his thoughts. Damn it, even Rocket had a point! This was so not fair!

He lets out a long slow breath. "Okay, I admit, I've been being an a-hole," he says as he turns around. "Everyone on this ship would love to be home again," he gives a nod to Rocket. "Or know where theirs is, and I've been kinda caught up in mine." He looks down, scratching his head for a moment before looking back up at the both of them. "Sorry. Call Drax and Groot and we'll get going."

Gamora has posed:
Gamora looked between the two alpha males and she just listened to both of their rants... She pulled a small sonic wrench off of her belt and she handed it to Rocket... it was his favorite. She'd taken it because he'd been annoying her earlier, now she was offering it back as a peacemaker.

To Quill she reached out and put her hand on his right elbow. "I know you want to come back here more and we are going to find a way for you to do that faster and more easily. In the mean time, we have a whole host of communication devices. You should hand them out to all the people you want to interact with her, having a direct line of communication will allow you to reach out to home and get all the news you can stomach."

"Go to your Stones gathering. Enjoy it. Get drunk as you do... puke in random and embarrassing places as you do. We will leave in the morning."

Gamora would offer a smile then and she'd turn to walk toward that bundle of wires on the table, to scoop it up and prepare to put it up where it belonged.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket nods to Quill. "Damn right you've been an as..." The wrench is offered. He looks to Gamora. The wrench. He sighs and shakes his head, reaching out to take the wrench. ".. thanks." He looks to Quill, "Yeah. Go get stoned. Or whatever is is you're going to do. I can wait till tomorrow to go blow something up." He offers a nod to Quill. "You're lucky you know where home is. Enjoy it, yeah?" calmed down, he looks to Gamora, "finally.. no more of these... Villain People.."

Star-Lord has posed:
Wow. They were having a moment here. Peter almost let himself mist up a bit but instead he puts one of his trademark smiles and he laughs. "Yeah, I'll go get stoned," he says to Rocket before flinching and adding, "Village People, /Village/ how hard is that to remember?" By which he means thanks. "And hey, we've still got that bomb we built in case Darkseid was still alive, pick a spot," he pauses then amends. "Pick a spot without people on our way home and we can set it off."

He turns towards Gamora then and sighs, "Thanks," he says quietly meeting her eyes for a moment. Though it's only a moment, before he looks away, scratching the back of his head. "So, should I bring you back a t-shirt? You know, from my Stones gathering?"

Gamora has posed:
While the two of them talked, Gamora walked over to the part of the ship that she needed to get back up to... she looked up at the open panel and then down at the part in her hand. She put two of the wires in between her teeth and then LEAPT up at the ceiling and grabbed onto the edges of the panel... her legs were brought up and hooked over a dark carbonsteel pipe and she was back to hanging from the ceiling.

"Whatever village they are from must be the worst place on this planet." She muttered after taking the fuze bundle out of her teeth.

A moment later and she was slapping it into place. "Yes. I want a tee shirt." She said down to him. She knew what a tee shirt was at least. "Only if it is black though!" She added, glancing back down behind her right shoulder. "And not if you have puked on it!"