4154/Definitely Somewhere

Definitely Somewhere
Date of Scene:	26 March 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Gamora, Adam Warlock, Rocket Raccoon

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Gamora has posed:
Gamora is moving through the marketplace here on Knowhere, she has a black canvas poncho on that has a hood on it, the hood is drawn up over her head concealing most of her bright violet hair from view as well as her green skinned face. She's got a metal box in ehr arms and is moving from food vendor to food vendor, picking items out that she wants to bring back to the Milano.

She might look like a commoner, if it weren't for the visible weaponry strapped to her body, with pistols on her thighs and a sword on her back. Those who know her could likely identify her based on her possessions, and her still-visible green forearms and hands.

Adam Warlock has posed:
Adam Warlock was just walking through the marketplace as well, wearing his black and red robes with a hood over his head as well, his golden skin well covered and his red eyes looking around as he ewalked with his Karmic Staff. His eyes eventually find Gamora as she walks throug hthe streets.....because no one on earth is as heavily armed as this woman right now.

"Hello Gamora. How are you doing?" he asks her then, looking at her as she brings a BUNCH of food and supplies with her. Either way, he smiles kindly. "May I help you in any way?" the Fellow Guardian asks.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora is, of course, paying for everything she buys at the market stalls and this is precisely what she does when she's approached by one of the newer crewmen. Her eyes look over at him and she stares at his face a moment before looking away again. "Warlock." She tells him in a calm tone of voice. When she hands the credits over to the vendor's 4th hand, she steps away then and starts to walk onward, assuming he'll follow her at least for now.

"I appreciate the offer, but I am only buying as much as I can carry, and since I can carry a lot... well, lets hope my credits last." She glances at him and shows him a faint smirk from under her hood. "How are you doing?" She asks him then.

Adam Warlock has posed:
Adam smiles warmly to Gamora as she calls him by name, bowing his head softly to her as the master wizard would follow Gamora as she walked past him, carrying the supplies for the Milano because....she was scary strong. Enough to scare even Adam Warlock, and he's the bloody Avatar of Life! that said, when she refuses his offer politely, he nods once in understanding.

"I am happy to offer. In my experience, it's always a sign of goodwill to help another." then she asks him how he is as Gamora and Warlock walk side by side together. "I am well enough as I can be I believe. Many people even complimented my attire. Something that rarely, if ever, happens." he smiles to her softly then. "I wonder what adventure we will all go on next...." he ponders softly aloud.

Gamora has posed:
With the metal basket/box thing under her right arm and her hands holding it against her hip as she walks, Gamora looks over at the man, her eyes go up and down him as she sizes him up after he spoke of his attire. "You are a bit of a flashy dresser, I will yield to that. Its not my style, but I can tell you spend time thinking about what you're wearing. That much I can admire... you 'care'." She says to him then before looking forward again as they progress deeper into the market. "Unlike some of the people on our crew..." And that part is muttered.

Gamora is pausing once more at a vendor with some Space Fruit in crates on display for the customers to hopefully buy. She picks one of the bright green spheres of fruit up and it almost matches the color of her hand, some kind of an apple-pear thing. "How are you liking it with the team so far?" She asks Warlock while eyeing the fruit.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket erupts from the doors to the Burnout Pub. He's cackling like a lunatic, all teeth and beady eyes. "Yeah? Well.. your MOTHER!" he cackles more as he scuttles out, counting a fist full of credit chips. "Chumps."

Adam Warlock has posed:
Adam Warlock seems actually pleased that Gamora seems approving of what he wears. Another person to compliment him so! "Oh? I believe the others have an ample desire to dress well. Sometimes." he says more in his first displays of idle humor than anything else, perhaps attempting to get Gamora to smile a little bit, her muttered words heard by the artificially created being. Though he's asked how he likes the team? good question!

"It is unlike anything I have experienced before. Certainly, sometimes you all grow angered with one another, yet you are all as bonded as if you were family, siblings...the like." he says with a kind smile. "To provide a more accurate answer to your question, m'lady Gamora, I enjoy my time with you and the Guardians." then, of course, speak his name and he will appear.

Rocket's dramatic entrance seems to get his attention, turning his head to face him as he explodes on the scene. "Oh, hello Rocket. I take it your winnings were plentiful?"

Gamora has posed:
Gamora isn't really the the type to easily smile, and even if Adam is being a kind person, she doesn't see any reason to share that expression. She does glance over at him again though while she steps away from the fruit stand after having bought 3 of those apple-pear-things. "Yes well, the majority of the time I have to remind most of them just to put pants on." She counter-comments at the man. "And... I don't entirely know what a 'family' is, but Peter speaks of it often. Its important to him and I trust... that part of him... to assure me that its a good thing."

When Rocket explodes onto the scene out of the Pub, Gamora's standing there with Adam... she'd stopped walking and was just holding that box of food she'd been buying for HER personal supply. She eyes the Raccoon. "What have you done and who wants you dead now?" She asks him, evenly toned.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket chortles to himself. So pleased. He looks up, "Aw, ****... Hey Warlock. My winnings aren't the only thing about me that's plentiful..." he says with a snicker. Then he looks to Gamora, "What have I done? Who wants me dead? How much taime ya got to ****in' listen?"

He pauses for a moment then shrugs, "No one this time. I didn't even clean those poor saps out. Just schooled 'em." Then he frowns, "Besides. What'd you care for? It ain't like yer my *****in' mother."

Touchy little furball tonight.

Adam Warlock has posed:
Adam tilts his head softly then to Gamora as she reveals that more often than not, she's the one reminding them to -wear- clothes. Thankfully, Warlock hasn't quite witnessed this weird act quite yet. "If it helps to make you feel any better by my own revelation, I know not what a family is either, other than a group of related things, a group composed of parents and children, or however manner you wish to describe it. I am unfamiliar with the more..emotional depiction that many groups seem to display." he says somewhat apologetically.

Then Rocket gets his attention, looking at the small ceature now as he appears to be in a mood. "Hello." he says in response. Alas, when he starts to speak, Adam answers. "I believe it is a common aspect of a crew to care for one another depending on the situation. In this instance, it likely regards to the safety of yourself and whomever it is you could have angered. I believe it is all in goodwill." he smiles to the small creature.

It will be very..very hard to even try to corrupt Adam.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora is standing right in front of the shorter Rocket and she's looking down at him with those judging-eyes of hers. "I'm sure." She replies to him then as she reaches into her crate of foodstuffs and she pulls out something that just so happens to be one of Rocket's favorite types of snack foods. She hands it over to him. "Now eat this and stop your belly aching." She's not like his mother at all! Maybe more of a protective big sister...? At least that might sit with her better.

"I think its time to head back to the ship and settle in for awhile. Once the booze is no longer served in there for the night, they'll come out here looking for a fight and I'd just as soon not have to sully my blade with any more bar regulars."

Another glance over was given to Adam. "You're too nice for this crew, Warlock." She tells him. "We're going to taint you and corrupt you, and make you scowl more than smile. Its inveitable."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket looks to Warlock as the over-explaining happens. "Yeah. That's exactly what th' **** it is.. you're right! I'm so appreciative of your perspective. It must be your amazing hair that gives you all of this insight. Otherwise? How DO you do it?!" he wonders aloud.

THen he notices Her Highness' Royal Snack Chest and the can of CRAM she offers to him. He eyes her suspiciously, grabs the little metal key and cranks open the tin lid to reveal something that was surely on the production line with a "Use By:" date someplace long before April 1, 1952.

As he begins to snarf and smack down this delicacy, he just shrugs, "Yeah, sure.." A gulp of suspect meat like substance is followed by, "It's not like I took 'em for their shuttle fare to see their dyin' mother'r anything. 'sides. From what the huge muscular one said? She'll be pushin' up Griklakian Daisies long before they even get there. I jus' saved 'em some grief and anguish thinkin' they'd only just missed seein' her before she died. This way there'll be no doubt they ain' gonna make it. totally did 'em a favor."

He begins slathering out the Gelatinous Stuff(tm) in the bottom of the CRAM can."mmmf... holy *****in' ******* this **** is the *****in' BEST."

A sigh. "So yeah. We should probably go. Now. Quickly."

A bit of the Gelatinous Stuff(tm) dangles from the end of his black shiny nose. It probably looks like something else entirely.

Adam Warlock has posed:
Adam looks at Gamora as she suggests that the Guardians head back to the Milano for now to keep their heads down in the event that very angry individuals come out to try and take out the heroes of the hour. Which would be a -horrible- idea, mind you, but he eventually nods in agreement. "I find this decision to be quite wise." he admits, perhaps mildly smiling now that Rocketa nd Gamora seem to have perhaps a -minor- moment of bonding, with Big-Sis Gamora giving Rocket some snack foodage.

Though his attention is stolen by said Gamora. A tilt of his head at her words. "Why do you seek to corrupt me?" he asks then, perhaps taking her a bit too literally. "I would prefer to remain as I am. Besides, I find it highly unusual, given your normally motherly nature." he means that as more of a compliment than anything else. It means he acknowledges that she cares.

Though now he turns his head to Rocket as he once again compliments his hair! "This is the fourth time you have complimented the locks upon my head. I thank you for your kindness." needs to learn sarcasm....Either way, smiles warmly as Rocket eventually agrees to leave back to the Milano, which the hooded Warlock nods softly. "Certainly. Right this way..."

Gamora has posed:
Gamora just sharply exhales at Rocket's words, but she's glad to see that he accepted the can of Cram, even if its old... that stuff is hard to find, which is why she grabbed it when she seen it. "You're a poet and a scholar, Rocket. You can help me put all of this away when we get back too." A look is given back over her shoulder and past her black cloth hood to see if they're being followed, but thankfully not yet.

Gamora then looks to her left to Adam. "I don't plan to corrupt you, or change you. Its the others that I worry about." She tells the man with the wonderful hair. "And if he continously berates you with negative comments about a physical feature, it means he's jealous of those features and wishes he had them for himself." Gamora NOW shows a faint smirk at Adam, proud of her ability to translate Rocketisms.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket doesn't toss away the now Empty Can That Formerly Held CRAM. He could make a perfect little bomb with this baby. It gets stuffed into his pack as they start walking.

He licks his right paw and slicks the fur of his forehead and between his ears back then spreads his arms out wide. It might remind some Earther or another of some leather jacketed, grease-haired guy. "Eeeeeey. What can I say other than that? You have /great/ hair, warlock. Better'n Quill even."

The dangler of Gelatinous Stuff(tm) continues to wiggle and cling to the tip of his nose.

Looking to Gamora he grumbles, "Yeah? That so? What about the fact I've complimented yer tits a number of times? That /don't/ mean I'm jealous of 'em and wish I had my own, I'll-Tell-You-THAT." He chuffs, ears twitching. Still. Rocket might look pretty dapper with a pompadour such as Warlocks. Blond, even.

Adam Warlock has posed:
Adam seems to smile somewhat amusedly between Gamora and Rocket's interactions. Rather, he enjoyed the interactions between all of the Guardians, but perhaps theirs was the most educational. His eyes end up on Gamora as she looks to him and makes her true intentions known. "It is quite pleasant to know that I can rely on you to not bring corruption to me." he smiles big and warm to the deadliest woman in the galaxy, her smile causing his to grow just a little bit wider as he leads them back to the ship.

Though Rocket's s crude language and example are both secretly frowned upon softly by Warlock, he does not voice it. "I thank you for complimenting my hair a fifth time, Rocket. I believe it will help me build my, as you say, 'self-confidence'." he thinks he's using the word right. life forms are as wonderful as they are confusing at times.

Though he looks to Gamora with a soft smile as they eventually arrive to the Milano. "If either of you need me for any particular task, I will be on board as well in my quarters." a bow of his head then.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora looks ahead to the blue hull of the Milano where it is parked aboard the station. Its one of the nicer ships you'd find here (though she'll never say that to Quill) and when they draw close to it she watches Adam while he moves to board the vessel. "Its probably going to be a quiet night for the remainder of it, but we're looking into some jobs soon so the Quiet might be something we all yearn for in short order." She tells him before glancing over to Rocket.

With a heavy sigh, the green skinned woman reaches up to push her hood off of her purple/pink hair and then reaches down to her utility belt to pull a dark red rag off of the loop it was slung through. She reaches out to swipes at Rocket's nose. "You look like a wild beast." She tells him, having to keep care of the Raccoon's personal appearance too?!

On their way inside the ship too, she waits for Rocket's feet to time their falls perfectly and then sweeps her right boot out to trip him. "And thats for the 'tits' comment." She says, grumpy voiced Gamora dealin' out the punishments!

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket shrugs at Warlock. "Hey. Truth is what we're about, the Guardians. If we're not honest... what good are we?" Honesty clearly has a very wide spectrum of meaning and application when it comes to Rocket's interpretation.

he snickers. "Quiet.. yeah. That just means Quill'll have some pink alien gi..." he bites his tongue, casting a glance toward the innocent Warlock. "Sorry ol' chum. Forget ya got virgin ears." A grin curls on his muzzle. And then Gamora wipes his nose.

"Gawd-am....! ya could'a jus' told me it was *****in' danglin'! That stuff's the best part!" he moans.

And then he's on his fuzzy back on the deck of the Milano. Probably the last place anyone wants to be rolling around on, truthfully.

"At least the view's just as good from down here..."