5531/Rocket's a Pillow

Rocket's a Pillow
Date of Scene:	09 October 2018
Location:	Space
Synopsis:	Adam, Gamora, and Rocket converse on the Nebula. Rocket angers Gamora and she spins him. Adam watches semi-amusedly.
Cast of Characters:	Adam Warlock, Gamora, Rocket Raccoon

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Adam Warlock has posed:
The Milano was presently cruising through the Nova Empire after turning in a bounty on a particular criminal. It was actually pretty tough. Especially since the guy had some kree bodyguards on him that were a bit more than average. But! Another successful mission for the Guardians.

While the ship was just cruisin' onwards towards whatever destination that Quill wanted, Adam Warlock, dressed in his wizarding robes (that being black robes with red tints and accents) is currently floating in a meditative trance. His hands clasped before him as his staff stands straight up near him.

He does this rather often. When others tend to ask, he's 'harmonizing with the energy of life itself'. People tend not to know what he's actually talking about.

But there he is...perhaps he's just waiting to see what happens?

Gamora has posed:
"ROCKET!" A very loud Gamora says as she stomps up the stairs, a towel in one hands and an empty can of cram in the other hand. "My bed is not a trash recepticle!" She says as she tosses the can into the garbage and turns around waiting for the little monster to show up. Waking up from a restful nap to find cram juice in one's hair is not how Gamora thought she would start the day.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket wasn't hard to find. He was, in fact, right behind Adam. Reaching out with his right paw, ready to push the floating Warlock. Hey. He's floating right in the middle of the common area. What'd he expect? People'd just walk right past the human air-hockey puck? Pfft.

Pausing, Rocket looked up at the angry Gamora. It was a normal day. He considered her actions and accusations then shrugged indifferently. "At least that's the only part you've discovered..." He snickers as his paw reaches out to push at Adam's right shoulder from behind in an attempt to make him start spinning in a slow circle.

Adam Warlock has posed:
Adam sighs very softly as he hears Gamora's wonderful, but in this instance LOUD, voice echo through the ship. His eyes open softly to reveal those crimsen red irises as he looks around. When Rocket pushes his shoulder though?

Nothing happens. Though, Adam does turn to look at Rocket. "Oh, hello my friend. Did you wish for my attention?" Adam gives the most pleasant smile to Rocket. "I think you angered Lady Gamora, however." he looks in Gamora's direction, giving her a warm smile.

"Please don't treat Rocket too harshly." Adam asks nicely to the angry Gamora.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora frowns and walks over, in an attempt to pick up the little furball and put him nose to nose wit hher. "Listen here you little miscreant, unhlike quill I do not enjoy thease 'pranks' you pull, if I find anything worse in my bunk, I swear to the celestials that you will wish for a prison cell."

She looks to Warlock and frowns. "Do not defend him, I've have a mind to dump him into a bathing solution... then shave him."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket skitters away from Gamora's grabby hands. "Hey hey hey! Bad touch bad touch!" he protests and snickers as he tries to use Warlock as an obstacle, always kept between himself and Gamora. "Aw, c'mon now, Gams. Y'know I wouldn't do anything worse t'ya." He pauses, "I mean.. /probably/ not anyway.." He glances to Warlock, "Hey War-man. Nah. Just seein' how ya do th' magic trick is all. Figure ya gotta cable or somethin' holdin' yer ******* up." He grins then and nods, "Yeah. She's pretty *****in' PO'd i'n't she? Like always. Must be her upbringin'. Not enough lovin' I heard."

He looks to Gamora again, having failed to keep far enough away as she holds him by the scruff almost nose to nose. "Sweet Cheeks? If you wanted ta take a shower with me all ya had t' do was ask." He snickers again. "I don't recommend the shavin'. I mean.. I'm not a guy t' brag.. but you'd never leave me alone after seein' me in ALL my *****in' glory!"

Adam Warlock has posed:
Adam frowns softly to Gamora. "I am not. Simply not to hurt him too badly. He's my friend, after all." BROTHERHOOD. Well, kinda. Adam is too innocent-minded (yet all to experienced) to know that Gamora probably isn't gonna kill Rocket, despite what he says. But he does smile to Gamora before his eyes glance to Rocket.

"With Magic." he answers simply. "Cosmic magic, specifically." the Avatar of Life has his perks. but, he seems to deadpan at Rocket. "Rocket." when he brings up Gamora's past. Too far dude...

Gamora has posed:
Gamora frowns and looks right at Rocket. "Okay.. I get it... you like Jokes rocket." She then turns him around so that he is facing outwards, and then starts to spin in place with him at arm's length, round and round and round she goes, picking up speed as she is now a green and purple spinning blur with a bit of fur on the end of it. "See... we are having fun rocket... wheeeeeee!" And... she keeps spinning, if anything, the g forces she is creating might rumbble his stomuc... also the problem that will hapen when she stops. Not for her, trained as she is.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Well. Rocket had expected something from Gamora. Being spun in circles? Yeah. That really wasn't it.

"Oi! Knockitoff Gams! This's... is.."

The more she spins him, the less the common area looks like a ship and the more it looks like a jackson Pollack. Rocket mumbles, ".... Warlock? Why'd ya... turn int'a four'a'ya....?" His ears flatten back and he closes his eyes. "... aw gawd.... 'kay, Gams... 'kay-'a-'kay-'a-'kay! You win......" he utters the words as his head begins to roll around limply. That whole can of CRAM was probably not the best meal before flight.

Adam Warlock has posed:
Adam seems to sigh very softly to himself as the g's that Gamora is generating from spinning rocket is causing other things to spin too! But, given that Adam is floating, he's in perfect equilibrium. Though he doesn't seem to get dizzy, rather, looks between Gamora and Rocket, smiling at them.

"Like siblings." is all Adam says. Seeing such comraderie was always a warm thought.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora smiles as she pats the top of Rocket's head. "Good, now if you boys will pardon me, I have to comb through my bunk to see if I need to spin the little monster again." She says with a smile as she moves to make her way down the stairs. "And yes Adam, Rocket is like the little brother I always wanted, but get annoyed by."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket stumbles as he's set down. He groans weakly, ears still flat against his skull. "... aw gawd... 'm.... gonna be...g..gonna..."

*PFFFWWWWAAAAH*

CRAM and Spin is not a good game to play after all as Rocket proceeds to yak - all over the common room floor under the space Warlock is presently hovering above.

Rocket remains on hands and knees panting quietly. "... gah... huh." he groans again then moves to sit up. "Y'know. I think that can'a'CRAM was past its expiration date.."

Adam Warlock has posed:
Adam watches as Rocket is gagging and yakking it up, still floating...which, is an amazing thing. He slowly hovers away from Rocket in case projectile vomit starts flying. But as Gamora just nonchalantly walks off, her vengeance temporarily sated, to see if any more needs to be done.

Still hovering, he eventually lets his feet touch the ground. "I think poor Rocket has learned his lesson enough as it is." He looks to Rocket with sympathy in his eyes. Poor guy.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket sits down and sighs. Glancing at the nigh-toxic mess on the floor. Then he looks to Warlock. "Learned my lesson?" He snickers. "Nah. I ain't learned *****. Jus' wait'll she looks in her unmentionables drawer later..." He hops up and turns while absently wiping his maw off. "Blech. Nasty stuff, CRAM. I'll have two for dinner!" he says to himself as he gets out the insta-kleen device and cleans up after himself. At least they can't accuse him of not being fastidious. This time.