14017/Guardians of the Chillaxin

Guardians of the Chillaxin
Date of Scene:	02 February 2023
Location:	Common Area - Milano
Synopsis:	A little relaxation on the Milano
Cast of Characters:	Gamora, Rocket, Groot

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Gamora has posed:
It's a lazy series of jumps between destinations, which gives plenty of downtime for the crew of the Milano. Gamora is sitting in the commons area with 'Don't Stop Believing' playing quietly over the ships speakers while she rests lazily on the circular couch. She's in clothes more suited for relaxation than combat, feet up on the table, and a holo in her hands which she casually flips through with a flick of her fingers. Ads from all over the Galaxy trying to assault her senses, but she's just here for the articles.

Rocket has posed:
Rocket's 'downtime' attire is a jumpsuit that is equipped with all sorts of pockets and places from which to hang tools and various sundries. A pair of goggles adorns his head as he enters, carrying a small bit of metal that looks vaguely serviceable, should one tilt their head a certain way. And catch it in a certain light.

"I'm tellin' ya, Groot, it'll make the system smoother, so that even-" He's looking behind him first, and as he walks in, the music assails his delicate ears. Which, of course, has him changing course in terms of thought processes, and he begins again.

"What? Seriously? Have you gone humie? I'm sadly disappointed." Those furred ears flicker and flatten slightly. Rocket's spent time on Earth, obviously, and to him? Just another planet. "I should pull out my music from Rigel 6. That stuff is better.."

Groot has posed:
    Groot is following along after Rocket, which is pretty normal for him. He is looking over an energy rifle of some kind, probably something Rocket picked up somewhere along the line. It's a bit of a strange sight since he doesn't use guns very often, but he is fairly capable with them. As his inspection ends, he puts it aside and looks over to Gamora.

    "I am Groot." << <It's no wind through the branches on my homeworld, but it's not all that bad.> >> He moves over to a specially reinforced bench that can hold his weight and sits down.

Gamora has posed:
Gamora has her hair pulled back in a ponytail, peering up over her holo at Rocket and Groot making their way through the galley, "It's catchy." She doesn't even sound defensive about it. This is just a fact. Listen to the song and say you didn't start singing...

The holo is tossed off to the side with a jerk of her wrist, pointing up and over at Groot who kind of sort of agreed with her, maybe. She still hasn't gotten the particulars of the language down, but she can pick up on minute social ques when he's more or less disagreeing with Rocket.

"I've heard music from Rigel 6. It's all yowling and baying."

Rocket has posed:
"He says that it doesn't do anything for him." Rocket is more than happy to translate, and there may be times when he takes a few liberties...

He's crossing the room, his path evident in terms of direction, and now, purpose. Rocket does slow to a pause, the bit still in hand. "Ya know," and the little hybrid pushes up on his goggles, revealing those black beady eyes, the black furred mask that rings his head, "we need to make a stop there one day soon. Someone owes me." Which undoubtedly means that there'll be a theft soon enough in 'payment'. He's all about bartering.

Ish.

"Exactly," Rocket returns to the topic of music, "It has a certain something. The music. Or, could be the fact that some of the bar singers are better looking than at most places." Is that a confession?

Nah.

Groot has posed:
    "I am Groot!" << I should give everyone language lessons so you can't do that! In the meantime, I'm going to keep this, I kind of like it. >>

    Groot opens what on a regular tree might be called a knothole in his side and slips the rifle in, then closes the hole. Never know when a concealed weapon can come in handy where this crew is involved.

    "I am Groot." << I'm ok with just taking a break from doing things like we are right now, but I think Rocket is getting bored and that can be dangerous. >>

Gamora has posed:
Gamora puts on a sardonic smile, crinkling her eyes in the process, and giving her head a little sarcastic wiggle towards Rocket's retort. "I'm sure." Her feet come off the table, gingerly pushing up from the couch with only a minimal grunt. "I'm also sure we can make a trip that way. Once we pick everyone up and finish the job we're currently on."

She straightens her top and heads over to grab a drink from one of the cooled cabinets, "Just have convince Peter. Which shouldn't be hard, just tell him it was his idea to begin with." Green eyes turn to peer at Groot, smirking when he slips the rifle away. "That'll be useful, I certainly hope that comes back around to help us out in a future adventure."

Rocket has posed:
Rocket twists around and looks up at his undeniably best friend, shaking his head, "They'd never get it."

Turning his attention back around, Rocket smirks, as well as one can with a fuzzy muzzle. The fur rises a little, showing off small, sharp teeth, his whiskers pulling back a touch, "But you're right, buddy. I am getting bored. All these hyperspace jumps, and stretches in between from beacon to beacon is tedious. Thus?" He holds up his hand that has that bit of chunk of metal, "Upgrades. I happened to pull this off the junker next to us back there." So, that's one less ship following them, if any actually took to space, that is.

"And convincing Quill isn't a problem. Making sure he doesn't embarrass us, that's the problem."

Groot has posed:
    "I am Groot." << What do you feel like doing now Rocket? I still say that if you increase the power to the guns too much they might explode. Remember, this is a Ravager ship, they do not exactly have a good grasp of 'quality control'. I'm fairly surprised it hasn't blown itself up yet, to be honest. >>

    He reaches out one arm, vines extending from it to a small door in one wall. Opening it proves it to be a refrigerator. He pulls out a bottle of water, closes the door and retracts the vines. OPening the bottle, he pours it over his head, and it is absorbed as it streams down him. Sunlight and water, that's what plants need, right?

    "I am Groot." << Well, we should be used to it by now I would think. That's just how he is. We have to accept that, just as we accept that Drax doesn't understand metaphors. >>

Rocket has posed:
"I know, I know," Rocket nods his acknowledgment with a double nod, just to underscore. "It has to be finessed. Nuanced. Why do you think I don't like it when other people's mitts are in the mix?" One of his pet peeves; to plug in to do a full system check, just in case something's been changed, modified, deleted, and such.

It may look strange to outsiders, the seeming one-sided conversation, but to the pair, it's perfectly natural. Over their time with other people, other outfits, other crews, one thing has remained stable for the raccoon hybrid.

"C'mon. Let's go see how far the next beacon is, and we'll get this installed. I wouldn't even mind a 10% return if it means we can poke holes with a little more precision. Too much spread, shields take it all in." He looks to Gamora and waves, "We'll be foreward."

"Now, what I'd like to work on is getting the shields to be a sponge, and drop the energy it dissipates and collect it to batteries..."

Groot has posed:
    Groot nods in agreement. "I am Groot." << Too many roots in the pond, as we used to say at home. >>

    He stands up and drops the empty water bottle in a hole in the wall meant for rubbish, then follows Rocket out, saying "I am Groot." << Ok, we'll try it. At least if I'm there if it explodes I can shield you from the worst of it. Plasma kind of stings though, so please try to be careful? >>