7695/Not Space Losers

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Not Space Losers
Date of Scene: 31 May 2019
Location: Crew Bunks - Milano
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Drax, Mantis, Rocket Raccoon




Drax has posed:
There's a series of excessively loud banging on Rocket's crew compartment door. "FUZZY ANIMAL," Drax announces loudly against the door. There's barely a pause, and then he continues to bang, with the flat of his hand. Normally such knocking wouldn't resound, but Drax is putting some force into it. "Come Out, I have a question."

Despite the verbal demands, Drax is actually being very patient about the whole thing, he appears relaxed in front of the door. Drax just often lacks inflection, particularly when shouting.

Mantis has posed:
A pair of antennae slooowly emerge from behind a door frame, followed by two wide, shiny black eyes. Mantis doesn't reveal any more of her face than that, as she peeks around the edge of the door, then disappears behind the frame again. More beating of the door evokes another peek, but she is only revealed, again, to her nose. "You are going to anger the Little Fuzzy One..."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
What Rocket does in the confines of his locked compartment is the subject for great debate. What is known is that it takes a great deal of ship energy and sounds like a reactor coming online. "WHAT DO YOU WANT, I'M BUSY" The reply is barely audible against the constant thumping of what could be a polaris device or a really big vaccuum cleaner.

Eventually he is unable to ignore the banging and yanks open the door with his fuzzy head all mussed up. "What are yer questions an on Domonia's dwarf'in star if ya ask me where Quill is again... Imma lose my frakin mind. I DONT KNOW. PROBABLY doin' somethin' both useless AND stupid."

Drax has posed:
"With one question?" Drax asks Mantis, surprised. He considers the problems with that. "Perhaps." He doesn't seem to worry about it. He looks back to the door, to find a Rocket in appearance.

The requirement to not ask where Quill is takes Drax aback, as if he'd been about to ask it. Actually, he had not been going to ask it, at least not until Rocket says he shouldn't ask about it. So Drax looms there, with a sort of puzzled pause, mouth open. "No, I am aware you do not know where he is," Drax answers, regaining his momentum.

"...or, do you?" Worth checking. Since it was brought up.

"I placed a container of Jekpod larva in the cargo hold. There is now a large machine there. I wished to make a meal, but the larva are not where I left them," Drax firmly states.

Mantis has posed:
"That was more than one question," Mantis observes helpfully, peering around the door again. She giggles. "The Fuzzy One looks like something I pulled from the lint trap this morning." And she is overtaken by the giggles to the point that she is leaning her face against the edge of the door to hold herself up.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket narrows his eyes up at Drax as the big blunt object asks, round aboutly, whether he knows where Quill is. The answer is quiet and delivered without inflection, "Doin' somethin' useless.. and probably stupid." His fangs are visible with every single word, for what that's worth.

"YOU DID WHAT?!" His tiny hands flail and he throws whatever he was holding to the side so as to replace it with a big ass blaster. "You better hope they didn't get into the fuel lines or we're gonna have a big problem... Where's Groot? Where's Quill?" Eyes looking to Mantis, "Hey Mantis. You seen Quill?"

Drax has posed:
"I never clean the lint trap," Drax says with a deep, shameless formality. He turns his head to look at Mantis directly. When he speaks, his tone is almost gentle, despite being formal. "For I know how much you enjoy doing so, Mantis."

Drax then stares into Rocket's extreme reaction. "They are frozen. Not in the fuel lines. You are very jumpy. It is the canister that is misplaced; your machine is there instead."

Mantis has posed:
Mantis instantly brightens with enthusiasm. "Yes! I /have/ seen Quill!" she replies, clearly pleased to be able to answer the question on everyone's mind. "He is taller than I am, but shorter than Drax. He is also taller than YOU," she explains to Rocket carefully. "He wears a reddish coat, and when he wears those puffy orange things on his ears, he forgets how to sing." She /has/ seen Quill. She knows him well.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket narrows his tiny beady little eyes, "I didn't touch yer canister if that's what yer gettin' at." The big gun is tossed off to the side when Drax affirms there's no concern for larva in the fuel line, "An' I don't even know what machine yer talkin' abo--.."

His words are cut off abruptly, turning slowly and steadily to look up at Mantis. While he's staring silently his ears move back to lay flat against the side of his head, chewing at the corner of his long bottom lip for several long seconds.

Then he looks back at Drax, "Show me the machine."

Drax has posed:
"Puffy orange things are called headphones," Drax assists Mantis. He isn't talking down to her, but helping with a missing word she seems to have forgotten: his tone is pleasant. "For when he is not playing the music over the ship speakers: such as when he needs to dance, pathetically, alone in his quarters."

Drax turns away and starts to head to the cargo area, expecting to be followed, as he leads to the area he was expecting his item to be in. He reaches out to unchain one of the heavy nets, handling the heavy weight with barely a grunt. He's the blunt lifting object for the crew, after all. He points at the various cargo. There's some machinery. "Canister of larva is not here," Drax says, unnecessarily. "It was plugged in. They will defrost, and lose their crunch."

Mantis has posed:
"YES! They ARE called headphones!" Mantis replies to Drax, as if giving him a gold star. She trails after him and Rocket with a somewhat whimsical and swaying gait, as if there's a 90's song playing somewhere. Probably Debbie Gibson. "If you freeze them again, will they be crunchy again?"

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket ducks beneath a low hanging thing and pushes it out of his way when entering the cargohold. "You mean this?" Pointing at the back mounted cannons with jumpjets and environmental suit upgrades. The engineer is over to it in a flash, running a hand over the smooth metal with a sound that is not unlike a cats purr, "We're gonna kill people real good aren't we?"

He almost doesn't hear Drax and Mantis talking about unfrozed refrozed larva, "Wait, so they COULD be in the fuel lines?!"

Drax has posed:
Drax chuckles at Mantis, distracted by her swaying. She is a pathetic style of character that dances, but he has never minded her being pathetic. "Are you pretending to be Quill? It is a good imitation," Drax gives to her generously.

But machines. Drax wasn't listening to Rocket. "My canister was here," Drax repeats, as if that's the most important point out of all of it.

Then the next question? Well. "If they are unfrozen." That's a maybe. "Yes." That's a yes.

Mantis has posed:
"Oh good!" Mantis seems exceedingly pleased by the reply. "Because I tried to rescue them this morning. I found them while I was cleaning the lint trap. I took the lid off the canister to help them thaw! So they can easily regain their crunch. As soon as we find them!"

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket is listening to Drax through the series of answers, but he's pointing up at Mantis, "This is why we can't have nice things." He murmurs to no one in particular. "Okay..." His hands flail out to the sides, "OKAY!" More inflection. "We gotta keep them out of the fuel lines." This is a running theme. "Or literally anythin' that has accelerant. Especi-" Eyes going between the pair, "Nevermind. You're silly Rocket." He grumbles to himself, stomping BACK to his compartment to get his rifle, "Thinkin' you can explain the smartified concepts of habitat an' incubation to these two bright stars."

Drax has posed:
Drax stopped listening to Rocket at some point, probably; he picked up the edge of the heavy cargo netting, untangling part of a metal bracket, and then hefts it to put it back into place. No sense the death machine sliding about.

"I am not a star; I also do not emit light," Drax reminds Rocket. "My canister was for a special feast. Jekpod larva are very delicious. They are also enjoyable to cook, for they do not stay still to be sliced. I have a method of ambushing them: by hitting them very very hard, and suddenly."

Drax looks at Mantis, finally. "Lead us to the canister."

Mantis has posed:
"Okay!" Mantis chirps, sashaying out of the room and back toward a workroom that is largely a catch-all for tools, weapons, fuel line parts, and other assorted paraphernalia. She pushes open the door, and as promised, there sits a canister, with the lid set carefully to one side, leaning up against the canister. "They were in this, right Drax?"

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket isn't long to return, following the sound of voices to the catch-all room full of all the stuff. Rather than a massive blaster rifle, he's carrying a massive blaster pistol in one hand and something like a biometric scanner on his wrist. "Move." Shoving past people, which probably means he moves around shoved people, and climbs up on the table where the canister is sitting with the lid off to get a sample of any larva slime left inside. A scooping motion with a small vial which he loads into the side of the wrist mounted scanner and he's sitting around waiting for the data to transfer over so they can start the hunt. Time which he spends fiddling with his blasters settings.

Drax has posed:
Drax's answer is simple: "Yes." Instead of going to look in the canister, though, he strides into the middle of the room, and looks directly upwards. At the ceiling. He breathes in, a few deep scents, his red eyes scanning. He sniffs a few more times.

"Aside from these dozen on the ceiling," Drax observes, walking over to an air duct, and examining the goop from the sluglike larva squeezing into it, "They may not have gone far, for the ducts are cold."

Mantis has posed:
Mantis gasps with breathless glee, clasping her hands in a near-applauding manner. "It WORKED! I rescued them! They're alive!!" The mirth in her expression is nearly spilling over. "Good job, tiny ones! I knew you could do it!"

And then, the mirth DOES spill over. She sways happily, watching the daring escape. "Look, I am like Peter Quill!" she quips to Drax. "You're right, I AM just as pathetic as he!"

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket curls his fingers into the side of one of his pointed ears and looks between Mantis and Drax with shifting eyes. His blaster pistol lays across his tiny legs, ready to deliver hot death to any time larva what might try to assaul them. One finger moves from pointing at one of them to the other, "Alright, Imma go up in the vents an' find the rest of the larva. You two try not to cause any major critical system failures while I'm gone, huh? Ya think ya can handle that?"

With that, he hops up and starts unfastening the vent cover to carefully set aside.

"Imma get slime on my new pants. I hope yer both happy about that." As he's climbing up into the open passage and shimmying forward with his blaster held out infront of him.

Drax has posed:
"If you wish to remove your pants, we will not judge. I would not, as I do not fear slime, but I understand if you are afraid of Jekpod juice, for it is corrosive," Drax says kindly to Rocket. He looks up at the ceiling. "I will collect these, and avoid critical system failures. Yes. There are enough here to begin cooking, even if they will not be crunchy," Drax observes. "Keep watch, Mantis, I will get my Jekpod hook."

Drax abruptly leaves for his room, presumably to get some ridiculous weapon.

Mantis has posed:
It has only really begun to sink in for Mantis, what this discovery truly means. The swaying stops as the horror seeps into her shiny black eyes. "Wait...I did not think this through," objects Mantis, with a horrified edge to her voice. "I rescued these larvae so that they could be free. I did not intend...I NEVER intended...for it to lead to the removal of the Furry One's pants!"

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"No, I'll keep'em on." Rocket's voice echos back through the vent as he continues to shimmy forward after the slime trail left behind by the escaping larva. "Join up with the Guardians.. you'll save the galaxy.." He murmurs mockingly, "More like crawl through vents lookin' for corosive slime jekpod larva before they melt through a fuel line an' EXPLODE US IN SPACE!" Unnecessarily loud noises!

Drax has posed:
BANG BANG on the vent. Well, from another corridor. Drax might be trying to drive the slugs towards Rocket. Or something. "Do not fall prey to the strange human humiliations over their bodies," Drax hollers into the vent. "Besides, you are not as ugly as Mantis; you would not be so offensive to the eyes while disrobed."

Drax found his hook, and returns with it. It looks like a spear with a back-bending razor end, which extends. It's as if it were made to catch things on the barbed blades that were trying to escape or be kept at a distance. Because of corrosive juice.

Drax looks at the ceiling, and begins to deftly spear three in one strike. The others freak out and begin to ooze in circles to try to hide, while their spittle drips, and Drax dodges it, laughing. "Mantis, prepare the canister: push the gold button to make it very cold."

Mantis has posed:
"Oooh yes!" Mantis coos as she prepares the canister. She pushes the button and looks back up to Drax. "I pushed the gold button! Do they like it very cold?" She gasps suddenly and points above and behind Drax's head. "Drax!! Be careful, there is one trying to ambush you!!"

Sure enough, there is, indeed, a sluglike creature inching and mindlessly meandering its way up behind Drax in an agonizingly slow manner. "Don't let it catch you off guard!"

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
Rocket reaches a junction box that controls power transfer between the sublight and FTL drives. There, a group of the slugs are snacking on a power cable like a branch of some tree, exposing the sensitive electronic wiring that it protects. "Oh no you don't, you little reproductive boogers..." He reaches out to grab one and immediately jerks his fingers back when the corosive slime burns him, "Son of a-" New tactic, he points his blaster at it.

"Nobody would ever know... I could blame you for all of the damage.. an'.." More vicious blaster pointing, fangs bared.

Drax has posed:
Drax starts slinging them into the receptacle. They ooze, and bleed, and it's pretty horrifying, but Drax is having a wonderful time. He ends up cutting the tail off of one of them while dumping another into the canister, and bends to pick it up .. to eat.

"Not crunchy at all," he despairs, coughing a little. His skin can resist the corrosive nature, but it's hot and spicy, uncooked! Still, he mans up about it, and continues to get them off the ceiling. "Do you need assistance?" Drax yells into the vent. He closes the lid on the canister temporarily, and trots around to see if he can find another opening into the vent system.

His whoop that follows suggests he found more elsewhere, though.

Mantis has posed:
"DRAX!! You're HURTING them!" Mantis laments as Drax slings them into the canister and shuts the lid. But no sooner does he go back to the hunt, than Mantis opens the lid again. "Poor things can't even breathe," she whispers to them as they stir about inside the open canister.

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
"No, get back here you squirmy little shits.." Rocket bashes one with the barrel of his blaster like a pistol whip and grabs it up with a bit of mesh from one of his various pockets wrapped around his hand for protection. "Gotcha.. Imma vent you all into space, I hope you know that. Yeah, lets see how slimy you are in vaccuum..." Holding it up to stare it in the eyes, "I'm onto your shit."

Mantis has posed:
"Aww. He likes me." Mantis cries as one of the larvae tops the edge of the canister, blazing a slimy trail for the others inside. "Oh! They have EYES!" she observes, as the pathetic creature looks at her with seemingly puppy eyes, which is probably, in reality, a murderous stare. "Drax, I don't think they LIKE the very cold."

Rocket Raccoon has posed:
When Rocket looks back to the junction box all the remaining larva are looking at him. "... Hey guys, are these things sentient?" He calls back without taking his eyes off the slimy small Drax-snax. "Because I think they're plottin' against me..."

Mantis has posed:
"They are not sentient, Rocket! But that does not mean they aren't plotting against you. Perhaps you should flee while you still have your life.And your pants!" Perhaps she should look up the word 'sentient.' The larvae from the canister are making tracks, both figuratively and literally, toward the door of the room.