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Indigo	It's the smell that wakes Peter. Despite the oxygen scrubbers, despite the tight seal on his cabin's door, the smell penetrates, a smell of pleasantly sizzling meat that hits the stomach instantly; a smell that only barely precedes Quill's door opening and the strange gynoid he saved from outer space standing there with a big smile on her face, shyly downcast eyes, and a tray in her hands. The tray contains the equivalent of a hotplate, which has been liberally doused in oil made of grapeseed, olives, and krishnar; atop it, long, thin strips of kethna are cooking themselves. Next to the still-cooking meat is a bowl of wide, flat treska leaves with small serving dishes of jellied plum and bitterwort, slivered ginger, and diced rednuts; these things are combined with the meat in a rolled leaf to eat kind of like a burrito, if you know the trick. At the corner of the tray is a pot of something that smells like coffee but much, much smoother (it's been pressed through a filter made of egg shells and vanilla, and flavored with cinnamon).     "Good morning, Peter," Indigo greets shyly. "I wanted to thank you again for saving me."
Peter Quill	The Legendary Star-Lord is not exactly a morning person. If it even is morning. Space is complicated. But his stomach is not. Considering that the scent of deliciousness invades his nostrils, kicks his brain a few times to wake it up and has his eyes fluttering open to the point that he just kind of sits upright without a second thought... Peter Quill stumbles sleepily, but hungrily, over to the door of his cabin. "Rocket... ROCKET! You better not be using my kitchen as a welding station again!" The door opens and Shirtless Quill looks out to see... Indigo. And a plate of what can only be deliciousness. "Oh, whoa, hey. Uh..." Peter looks down at the food and then back up to Indigo. "I thought we went over this. I'm a helper. You needed help. So I did my thing. There's no need... to... than--" The scent is smacking him in his nostrils again and Peter can't even remain in his normal train of faux-humility thought. "... is /all/ of that for me?" Star-Lord Hungers.
Viridian	Floating through the corridors unbeknownst to most is a long, oblong pink thing. it has a triangular dorsal fin and broad waveshaped tail. It is, as Peter would recognize, a dolphin. The creature might be difficult to see at first, a mirage in the background. Just a floating wisp of imagination down a hallway past a wondrous meal and a beautiful indigo gynoid. Rolling along the wall as if it were another floor a disc-shaped cleaning droid is quietly whuttering into Peters room. to clean, of course. It is actually rather inobtrusive as it scrubscrubs away.
Indigo	Indigo smiles shyly down at the plate, but her voice is serious as she explains, "I made enough to share in case you're the kind of person who feels awkward eating alone, but I don't actually need it. My fuel cells can process organic matter but won't need to for a few years even under the worst conditions." She glances down at the droids, and says, "I was going to offer it to you in your room, but I think the cleaning bots want in. Would you like to dress and come to the mess hall?" she offers?
Peter Quill	"My who-what, wait, who now?" Quill looks a little confused and then down as something speeds past his feet and into his room. "Wait, what the hell?! Cleaning bots?! is tha-- WHY IS THERE A DOLPIN ON MY SHIP?! Peter doesn't know which way to go first but he probably does need a shirt. So he leaves the door open and spins back into his room. "Hey! Git! Get outta' here!" Peter immediately kicks at the roomba thing. "My room? Off limits! Shoo!" Peter grabs a shirt off a pile and uses it to swing at the roomba cleaning mini-beast! "Indigo!" Wuh oh. Somebody got some 'splainin to do!
Viridian	The little robot whirrs as it is being kicked and rapidly backs up, engine emitting a hum that is akin to a squeak. then it is being beten with a shirt and rapidly retreats back into the hallway. The dolphin, however? The dolphin is now becoming that much more visible. It rolls and begins to do a lazy backstroke. A backstroking dolphin. On Peter's ship. The cleaning bot, at least, disappears into the vessel to go clean something else.
Indigo	Indigo looks distressed at Peter's kick, instantly dropping to a crouch and collecting the cleaner in one hand to remove it from his foot's way (while keeping the tray perfectly balanced on her left hand: she may seem childlike, but her abilities are not). She helps scoot the bot away with a little murmur to it, then stands up and says, "I'm sorry, Peter. I didn't know it would startle you. Would you like to discuss it over breakfast? It's okay if you're not hungry any more, I just don't want you to feel like you have to skip unless you want to," she explains, a little anxiously, a little sadly.
Peter Quill	"Indigo. There's a dolphin on my ship. A /dolphin/." Peter pulls his shirt over his head and straightens it out. "Oh, I'm gonna' have breakfast. A delicious breakfast. And you're gonna' talk. All about it." Peter's not mad. When is he ever really mad? It's early as heck and his ship is not the same as it was. He's starting to miss simpler days but he's a hero of the underdog. That's what Star-Lord is. Peter quickly makes with the exiting and the closing of the door behind him. Off. Limits.
Viridian	In the galley, where all self-respecting people have breakfast, is Viridian. Having breakfast. She is a diminutive girl in a pared down construction class exoskeletal frame standing at the table with a small plate of fried tubers and other odds and ends. The girl has brilliantly pink hair. The same pink as the dolphin. She's probably a mechanic, judging by the tools. Not that there are any oil stains on her. "It's okay, sweetie," the girl is saying to the robot Indigo rescued. "He didn't mean it. That's his room! You need to ask permission. I need to write you a new subroutine. Soon as breakfast is over, kay?" The robot whirs. In the background the dolphin is floating this direction. It's what he does. Float around.
Indigo	Indigo smiles brilliantly when she sees Viridian, but keeps her counsel for now, not that she really should have bothered. She just about starts floating when she spots Viridian; any fool can see it. Nevertheless, she lays the tray down on the long table at the head, where Quill should rightfully sit, and takes her own seat directly across the table from Viridian. "Peter, this is Viridian," she explains. "She and I met...well, it's a bit hard to explain, but I can come back to it if you like. She's very important to me, and she has nowhere to go, and she's also an amazing roboticist and mechanical engineer. I wanted you to meet her, because I think you'll like her."
Peter Quill	"..." Peter does have a seat at the head of the table where he belongs but the look on his face is one that is pretty much confused. But there's delicious food in front of him and that's also important. "Indigo. There's... you gotta' understand how we do things on this ship." Peter starts eating and losing his train of thought at the same damn time. "First of all, this is delicious. Love it. Keep making this." There's a momentary pause for some more chewing. " But you can't just let any ol' roboticist with an army of robot frisbee maids onto the ship without checking with me first! I mean, what if she was a highly trained terrorist bounty hunting assassin squirrel? What if she's here to kill me?" Peter glances over to Viridian, "You're not here to kill me, right? I mean, if you are, that sucks but let me finish eating this first, at least."
Viridian	"Nope. You owe my uncle some money, I think- why do I keep telling people that?" Viridian blinks a few times then, her blue eyes wide while they study Peter's face. The bubblegum pink hair shifts toward shades of vermilion. "Juliet Viridian Nox. Most people call me Viri," she contineus ,licking her lips lightly as she does. "And that's Max." She tilts her head toward the dolphin who is soon to be looming right behind Peter. SURPRISE DOLPHIN! "Anyway, I'm not a terrorist or a bounty hunter or anything. I'm just a, um, roboticist. Like Indigo said." The girl shifts her weight uncomfortably. "Who can talk to computers with her mind." She looks to Indigo to confirm that was the right move before adding, "The maid bots are just making sure everything is shiny. A clean ship runs better! She was about ready to cry, I think. But yeah. Indigo and I have been through a lot together." How? How did Indigo spend any real time with Viri, given when she was activated and subsequent events?
Indigo	Indigo nods along with Viridian's story, and informs Quill, "I had a conversation with Gamora about the possibility of Viridian being a saboteur. The short version is, the circumstances required to make that even a one percent impossibility requires an unseen enemy with at least as much money and scientific resources as a large nation on a spacefaring planet, as well as a precognitive psychic who can predict our whereabouts at least four years in advance and a computer designer who can falsify ship's records with such proficiency even my programming can't detect it. A person with those resources would be better suited to just load a ship with explosives and drop it on us in a hyperspace collision; it would be almost infinitely cheaper."
Peter Quill	Peter is in the middle of another bite of deliciousness when the topic of owing money comes up. That seems to relax him a bit because he's more than capable of settling any debts that he may have garnered over the years, "Nox, huh? Doesn't ring any bells." Peter lies with a straight face and dives right back into deliciousness. "Or! Or! Some jerk can just get /really/ lucky." That's Quill's response to the technical mathological breakdown of sabotageness. "Listen, I ain't sayin' your girlfriend can't ride with us. The more the merrier, they say. But what I am sayin' is just to check with me beforehand. It's like, y'know, when you come back to your room after studying hard at the library and there's like a sock on the doorknob? It's like that." Peter realizes that Indigo probably doesn't get anything he's talking about. "Y'know what, nevermind. This food tastes so good I don't even care anymore. Welcome aboard, Viri." Peter holds up his fork. "But uh... what's up with the dolphin? And why does it keep followin' me around?" That question is for both!
Viridian	"What she said," Viridian agrees immediately in a chirp. "Indigo, you're brilliant. And your math is spot on." The now blue-haired girl flashes the gynoid a beatific smile before turning back toward Peter. She blinks a few times and then nods quickly. "I, um. Thank you!" She bounces slightly, though only from the waist up. The observant would notice her legs do not really move. The frame does the walking. "The dolphin? That's Max. He's, um, my rescue bot. If I get trapped or something he'll haul me out." Viri blinks a few times and takes a deep breath. "As for why he's following you, I dunno. He has a weird sense of humour." The dolphin floats over to rest behind Viridian now. She nods a couple times. "So, um. The robots will keep things clean and do minor repairs and stuff... I can basically fix anything so if you have any work that needs doing!"
Indigo	Indigo's face lights up at the compliment. "I'm so pleased you like it, Peter! I'm very good at the actual preparation of food, that's just chemistry, but I wasn't sure you'd appreciate the specific combinations." Then, lest she be seen as changing the subject: "But I'll be more considerate of your rules in the future." She reaches out for Peter's hand, takes it, and squeezes with while smiling into his eyes before her gaze inevitably drops out of shyness again, even though she's so excited to have approval for Viridian she can't help rising out of her seat, leaning over the table, and quickly kissing Viridian in celebration before sitting back down again. She pats Max and nods at Viridian. "Your mention of your abilities reminds me. Peter, would you like to test us? We're new here and you don't know our capabilities, so it might be useful for you to explore them prior to finding ourselves in an emergency situation."
Peter Quill	"Uhhhh. Test you? Like what, you want a pop quiz?" Peter smirks a bit to himself and leans back. He's been eating way too much of this food. He better take a little break or something. Besides, this is the perfect opportunity to drop some Terran knowledge on these two. "For the record, we're the Guardians of the Galaxy. We don't end up in emergency situations. We got this whole galaxy wired." Peter kicks his foot up onto the table, knocks over the non-coffee that he had yet to take a sip of and just kind of ignores it. See? This is why he doesn't need cleaning bots. They're going to ruin his Bachelor's Style. "The dolphin's weird. Not gonna' lie. But one of my best friends is a tree so..." Peter shrugs. "Okay1 Pop Quiz! Viridian! Can you build me a talking car?"
Viridian	"Talking... car," Viridian starts slowly. She seems to be thinking for a moment. "Oh! A primitive earth vehicle that runs on fossilized allotropic carbon fuels. Why would you want a car?" She blinks at that, her hair shifting in colour to a sage green while she does. "I could build a talking car. Sure. Where would you put it?" After that question Viri tilts her head and then shrugs slowly at that. "Why is the dolphin weird?" She asks then. Viridian is frowning now. Complete with wide, wide blue eyes and a sweet, innocent face. "Max isn't weird. Take it back." Now she's pouting a little bit. A cleaning bot zips by and cleans up the knocked over not-coffee.
Indigo	Indigo nods agreeably at Peter's declaration that he need not know her any better. She trusts him enough to grant that he's not missing the point. She lets the topic drop, then, and says to Viridian as gently as possible, "Viri, love, Max has a payload sufficient to detonate most lifeboats just in front of his dorsal fin. I have gravity manipulation tech in my arms, legs, and back that are at least theoretically capable of creating a singularity. You're telepathic, but only to machines. Peter runs a ship capable of hyperspeed and carries enough technology on his hips to wipe out a small city despite being a member of a species barely evolved enough to grasp calculus. Everyone in this room is weird. We're all in good company."
Peter Quill	"Calculus? You mean... big, planet eating Calculus?" Peter shudders the thought of fighting that dude off and then plasters on a charming smile. Because that's what he does. "Relax, V. Like Indigo said, we're all weird here. We're all crazy. We're all one big crazy family of... I don't know what you wanna' call us. But I'm just sayin' we're all in this together." Peter grins and even gives a salute to the dolphin. "Even Max."
Viridian	Max trills at Peter, granting his agreement. Viridian takes a deep breath and then sighs, nodding slowly. "Sorry," the girl replies as she shifts her weight slightly inside of the frame. "It's been a long time since I, um. Had to deal with people, so." She shrugs slowly before shaking her head. "Thanks. I won't let you down, promise. The cleaning bots will be useful too! You'll see."
Indigo	Indigo just smiles at Viri's apology, reaches across the table, and squeezes her hand. Answer enough. "Thank you, Peter. Viri has become my family since we met. It means a lot to me that she's part of your family too."
Peter Quill	"Yeah, well, I had somebody like that once. She was always there for me. She's the resason I am the man I am today." Peter shrugs off the facial expression that was about to take him back into the world of the flashback. He doesn't need to be letting these two in on his most haunting memories. "So. About this car. His name is K.I.T.T. and it's the sweetest car in the history of cars. And I want one. No, I /need/ one. I mean, we can trick it out. Make it space-y or whatever. I'm easy." There. Much easier to talk about talking cars than to talk about his dead mother.
Viridian	Viridian nods slowly in response to Peter's statmeent, taking a deep breath once more and exhaling carefully to cover the fact she noticed his expression. "Kitt? Okay... I can do that. Sweet car. Made of sugar? No, that won't handle acceleration..." She frowns faintly at this, brows furrowing. "But yeah, we could make a space car. Wouldn't be too hard and i could be an escape pod kind of arrangement." Viri's eyes briefly scan back and forth as if she is reading something and then the girl nods. "Okay. We can totally do this. Just going to need four hundred thousand units. Or a junk 'roid to raid. And a hundred thousand units."
Indigo	Indigo smiles, biting her lower lip deviously. "I love it when you talk robotics," Indigo informs Viridian, only about half joking. "I'd better excuse myself while you two talk schematics." She busses the tray of food and takes it back to the galley, ready to wrap the food for storage and wash the dishes.
Peter Quill	Peter wants to say something but the cost is making him gasp for breath. "I -- what." Peter gives a shake off his head. "Alright, I'll take care of the money. You just worry about making sure it looks like this..." Peter goes into one of his pockets and comes out with a K.I.T.T. trading card. He tosses it on the table. "Escape pod. I like that. I /thought/ this ship was missing something..."