9059/Game Changer

Game Changer
Date of Scene:	13 December 2021
Location:	Common Area - Milano
Synopsis:	Peter gets tired of Gamora's old rags. Shopping ensues.
Cast of Characters:	Gamora, Peter Quill

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Gamora has posed:
    The Super Space Cruise Liner from earlier was lost to the black hole, the while hole fired by Rocket's insane weapon was too, swallowed into the maw of the hungry giant. The passengers escaped though there were some casualties caused by the invaders and the assault. It seemed the other ship that has yet to be identified or even classified was pushing the space liner into the black hole with a few 'soldiers' as a boarding party in the bridge to assure the destruction of the ship.

    Pitifully, the Milano was one of the first ships on the scene and yet they only rescued a measly tourist who's version of a thank you reward was just enough to cover the repairs the Milano needed after the encounter that left them stranded and rescued by the Nova.

    Now safely back on Plookin III, the ship is parked with Gamora tugging a large hose and with a quarter twist, secures the fuel line to the ship and takes a step back, wiping at the sweat on her forehead.

Peter Quill has posed:
Quill was overseeing some of the repairs inside. He was using some of the repair gel that the reward money bought them, helping sealing up some conduits and power flow junctions. When his gun ran out he just grumbled and threw it in a box with the other spent ones.

"DRAX!" Peter shouts. "Come here and shove all this crap back in to this thing!" He elaborates as he kicks some of the repair junk out of his way.

Stomping across the deck now, Peter stands in the open hatch of the ship and just closes his eyes as he lets the outside cooler air rush in over his face and form.

"That's nice..." He quietly says before someone farts behind him.

His eyes open and he looks behind him to see Drax bent over and working on the repairs now.

"Bleh." Peter says as he grabs his jacket and starts down the ramp out of the ship.

"Gamora." He says as he sees her. "How about we go on a walk? Get away from this for a bit?" He asks as he pulls his red leather jacket on.

Gamora has posed:
    Gamora, wearing brown leathers, that may or may not have begun their life as brown, but her battles and the blood stains ... lets leave it at brown, looks to Peter as she hears her name and she takes another step back, leaning slightly to look into the ship behind Peter and she looks then directly into the Terran's eyes.

    "We've got a lot of work to do." She says, a report, not a recommendation, nor an admonition of Peter's idea to 'go for a walk'. Stepping closer to Quill, she sets her green hand on the wall beside him, and leans closer before she cants her head to the side, the red hightlights of her hair catching the light of the alien planet in unique ways before she shouts, "Drax. Don't let Rocket near the life support systems. Peter and I are going for a walk."

    Gamora's head straightens before looking stoicly into Peter's face. "Do you have any specific where in mind? Because we could use some spare power converters, while we're out."

Peter Quill has posed:
"The inner Luke Skywalker in me loves that you just said that." Peter mutters as he gets his jacket sorted on his frame. He then looks up at her and gives her a half-cocked Han Solo-attempted grin. "We'll figure it out once we're in the city."

He starts to head out then, stepping in to the other starport traffic on this popular planet.

"What kinda trouble can we get in to here, anyway?" Peter asks as he sweeps his eyes around, then rubs the short hairs on the back of his neck. His stare goes back to Gamora and he looks her over. "Maybe even find you some new clothes. Something less... bloody." He notes quietly before stepping up on to a transport speeder and holding the rail. He offers his hand out to her to help her up before the speeder zips off toward the city.

Gamora has posed:
    "Your inner Lonk Skintaker isn't something I concern myself with." Gamora notes as she does watch him work out his jacket with a funny sort of feeling watching him move with that ... stupidly confident swagger he carries himself with. She grabs his hand and steps up onto the speeder, though she doesn't need to brace, but the touch, the emotion, the idea that someone might not be trying to stab her, in any number of ways at the moment makes Peter an oddly soothing companion.

    Out of the landing pads and onto the commerce laden portion of the landing strip, there's all sorts of people, creatures, and even things. Giant six armed white haired Galoapers with carts tied onto their waists, pulling all sorts of goods, trades, and even food vendors. Stationary stalls with merchants, sell swords, mercenaries and bounty hunters, and all sort of other riff raff.

    Including the Guardians. Gamora's eyes flick over to a stall with a man in black armor, with a deep onyx cloak on his shoulders and a red painted stripe covering his eyes, from ear to ear. With a hand falling to Peter's wrist, she slaps softly to get her captain's attention, "You could always go take her helmet off and try to kiss her. That'll find us some trouble real fast."

Peter Quill has posed:
Peter is looking around at the city with his left hand holding the metal railing that is there for such purposes. He watches the wild array of people and things all around them... it is a veritable treasure trove of eye candy for a young boy... Or for Peter Quill who still feels young at heart.

It's Gamora who pulls his attention back. He looks at who she indicates and just smirks at the idea before he looks back at her. "If I wanted to kiss someone and get punched, I got you right here." He says to her with a slowly growing grin.

When the cart they're on reaches a corner and slows. "Come on." Peter says as he drops off and mixes in with the crowd. He looks over his shoulder to make sure she's keeping up, then reaches back to take her hand if she'll take his. "I don't want to get split up." He tells her to reinforce the idea that it's a good idea to hold hands.

Gamora has posed:
    Gamora lifts an eyebrow and then gives Peter a sharp squint of her eyes, her nose wrinkling even and does she bar her teeth at him like a wild animal. "I'd have your- your thorax Quill." She snarls and the blood stained leathers warn that she might have already done that many times before.

    Watching Peter step off, Gamora steps to the edge and looks down and back up, a little distance growing between them as the speeder never stops moving, only slows down occasionally, and the thought crosses her mind that she could disappear in this moment. Never see any of those annoying creeps she's been flying with.

    No- not creeps.

    Brothers almost?

    That's what causes her to step down casually, as if she were steppind down the stairs in the Milano and onto the street before hopping up to the sidewalk and taking Peter's hand. "No. We /don't/ want that." She tells Peter as much as she's telling herself.

Peter Quill has posed:
Peter just smirks back at her dry response. "Try to sound a little more sure of that sentiment, huh?" He asks her as he gives her hand a squeeze. Once they have a bit more room to walk side by side he looks over at her. "You know ... the Milano benefits from having you around, right?" He says in a moment of more serious conversation from him. "I don't know about the others, but I do know that you're helping keep the lid on the jar of jumping jacks." He pauses and looks back at her. "An old expression that my mother used to say." He explains and shows another small smile.

Peter then turns to where they're headed and he looks up at a tall building, then down to the lift that goes up through the glass tube to reach the upepr floors. "Hey, hold the lift!" Peter shouts as he squeezes Gamora's hand and starts to run forward up the stairs in to the lift! He lunges out to grab the lift door before it shuts, then steps inside and smirks at the little fat aliens inside it all peering up them.

"Thanks." He sarcastically tells them as they didn't even lift a pudgy finger to help.

Gamora has posed:
    "I was sure of the sentiment." Gamora explains, as if she still hasn't quite mastered sarcasm. At least not on the level of Peter. Or Rocket.

    She keeps pace with the human, arm extended as much as she needs to let him know she's there and if she didn't want to be dragged around by Peter, she wouldn't be. Allowing this to happen because it is a nice change from the humdrum that is repairing the Milano. A near weekly occurance it seems to Gamora.

    Whispering into Peter's ear after she gets into the lift tube with him, "Apidose tend to be a race of non-interference, to the extreme. I think it's general laziness."

Peter Quill has posed:
Peter hears her whisper and it makes him laugh lightly before he leans back over at her. "Earth has a lot of members of the lazy fat people race too." He says back before he looks over at one of them that he bumps in to on his other side. "Hey there, pal. I love the nose ring. Thought about getting one myself... but needles freak me out, ya know?"

The alien just glares up at him and looks away.

Peter nods softly and then waits for the lift to go up before the doors spread open.

"Ah, here we are." He says as they now are disembarking the lift on to the fancy floor that spreads out around them. "I saw the ad for this on the ride in.... Should be..."

And they pass around a corner and are now facing a huge department store of fancy clothing. Everything from beautiful dresses to the latest style in spacer clothing.

"Shopping spree?" Peter asks as he grins over at her again.

Gamora has posed:
    Gamora's eyes couldn't possibly roll any harder as when Peter mentions getting himself a nose ring and even goes so far as to shove him slightly in the side of his ribs, "Be nice. They didn't do anything to you." Most Dangerous Woman in the Galaxy by day, baby sitter by night, Gamora tells herself and steps out of the elevator, dragging Peter by the hand this time. Getting him away from the lumpy people.

    Gamora stops, the two of them rounding the corner at the same time and leaving the adopted daughter to gawk openly at the large shopping center. "Are we going to do one of your, what do you call them again? 1890's montagues?"

Peter Quill has posed:
Peter does a bit more leading her around as he takes her closer to the big and bright shopping center that sprawls out before them. Sections for all the major alien races around the galaxy lit up in bright holo signs. He leads her toward the 'Bipedal Average' section and then lets go of her hand.

Now he steps behind her and tentatively puts his hands on her shoulders, then leans down to put his head over her right shoulder. "We'd need a film crew for one of those." He mutters before he looks at the clothes.

"Now. Then. I don't mean this to be weird, but I also know that's too late and impossible to avoid at this point. But. All the jobs we've been busting our asses off on lately have been for this kinda thing."

He looks over at her up and close.

"I wanna spoil ya. Cause I don't think anyone ever has before. And you deserve it." He says with a sincere look on hsi face.

Gamora has posed:
    Closing her eyes feels like the only way to get away for a moment. Get to a place where she can clear her thoughts and focus.

    It's a very nice gesture.
    He cares about you.
    He is going to piss off everyone else.
    No one back at the ship will understand if I have something... girly.
    I wouldn't understand if I had something girly.
    I've never owned anything nice that wasn't for killing someone else.

    "Peter." Finally, she says something, "I-" Stopping, turning and putting her hands up, cupped, callous and rough against his cheeks, and her eyes dart back and forth as her focus switches from one of his eyes to the other. "This is sweet, and thoughtful, but..."

    Gamora pulls her hands away, and turns away, arms bending to clasp her hands around arms at the elbow and she embraces herself and looks rather small for once. "I - I don't deserve any of this. Plus you could spend your-... it is your money isn't it? It's not everyone's money?"

Peter Quill has posed:
Peter lowers his hands from her shoulders when she turns around to stare at him. Her question settles in to his mind as he just stands there watching her. "What do I need that I don't already have?" He asks then. "I am spoiled. I'm living in a dreamland for someone like me. I've got friends back on the ship... that I don't /think/ are in the process of stealing said ship. And I've got... you." He says then as he takes a step toward her and stands in front of her.

"Not that I think there's a 'thing' here between us. I just mean that I like spending time with you. I have everything I want, except seeing you happier." He says that last line with a lot of heart, that way he says stuff like that so sincerely.

"This is what I wanna spend my money on." He then adds with an upnod of his chin. "Just one outfit." He then starts to grin. "Just one jacket even. Or a nice pair of leather pants..." He waggles his eyebrows then, and quicks the corner of his mouth up in a silly way.

Gamora has posed:
     Chiseled away, her arms drop and she turns around, Gamora smirks back up towards Peter, those words, the way he can make each moment feel genuine as if she's the only person in the galaxy and he hangs on to her every breath. It is intoxicating.

    But.

    She knows as soon as he has her way with her, he will forget she's even there. Or so the stories and legends go of 'Star-Lord.'

    A single green finger goes up, "One. One outfit. And it will not be anything frilly, or ..." Her eyes widen briefly and she spies something she MUST have.

    Stepping past Quill and bumping him with her shoulder because she thinks he deserves it for the leather pants comment, she picks up a jacket that's a slightly bluer shade of green than her own skin with the hood and body being a quilted pattern and the sleeves are simpler. They go down to about half way down her fore arms before the yellow hem curls back to nearly her elbow. There's a pouch on each sleeve just above the bicep and metal clasps on the bottom that ends at her midriff, meant to be worn open. It's hideous and bold, and the colors fit her perfectly, nearly.

    "I Must have this."

Peter Quill has posed:
Peter is about to have a smile on his face when the shoulder bump comes and it knocks it off his face. He reaches up to touch his shoulder then. "Solidly built..." He mutters as she walks past to whatever it is that caught her eye.

Once she's inspecting the jacket, he appears behind her.

"Colorful. I dig it." He says with a nod of his head. "Lots of pouches for storing things to stab people with too." He quips before walking past her to browse the ladies garments. "Mh." He utters as he just walks with his hands in the pockets of his spacer pants.

"Oh. This is nice." He says as he sees a black leather top that is sleeveless and just has a few straps going up the would-be-female-wearer's chest. "It's like looking through window blinds... at a really great view."

He grins back at her. "Not your style though." He admits to her without needing her input.

Peter goes on to looking around at what is on display.

He holds up a pair of tall boots with buckles and pouches on the sides. "These DO, however, look like something you'd jam up butts." He says as he holds one of them up for her to see.

Gamora has posed:
    Jacket already on, and with a smooth and deliberate motion, her hands go through the sleeves, then up over her shoulders to grasp the sides of the hood and she slowly pulls it up so that the top is just over her hair, and it's over her face, but not droopy, so she can still see, and with a final move of her hand, her hair is combed with her fingers so that it's flowing slightly out from under the hood. Feeling spooky and bad ass at once, she catches up to Peter.

    A stern look is all Gamora gives Peter before she takes the boots, and opens the pouches on the sides. "Not bad." And with two fingers in each, she rips the pair of pockets off the sides of the boots. "Better." Is all she comments, leaving the scraps of fabric on the floor, as she moves to a bench to sit down and kicks off her old shoes, laceless and haggard, cast aside for new and stiffer replacements that she slips on in the middle of the store.

Peter Quill has posed:
Peter lifts the second one up too as the hooded Gamora approaches. He grins at her. "I dig the Jedi hood even more." He tells her just before she takes the boots and starts to redesign them. His eyes widen at the actions, then he looks down at the pieces she drops on the floor.

"I hope they fit..." He mutters as the green woman goes to sit down to try them on.

"So like, lets just take these..." He crouches down to get her old shoes and then stands up and walks them over to a metal trash can that spins around to face him and opens its maw. Peter tosses the shoes in and the garbage can 'burps' back at him. This makes Peter narrow his eyes as he walks back toward Gamora, eying the can before looking back at her.

"So jacket, boots, what do you say? Three or four pairs of pants and shirts? Maybe some stuff that goes under them too...?" He says as he leans on a mannequin, only to have it turn around and slap the back of his head!

"Jeeezus!" Peter says, jumping forward and looking back at the mannequin that goes back to her pose and goes motionless again.

Gamora has posed:
    Shoes shoved onto her feet, Gamora practically bounds off the bench to stand, testing the fit and how they hug her feet. She twists one way, and then the next, and then does a spin on her toes, one foot curling up at the knee and she fans her arms out wide to stop her spin and there's Peter, returning from throwing away her old shoes.

    Gamora lifts her hand, and curls her fingers so she can brush her hair out of her face, not behind her ear, but beneath the hood slightly, and she cracks a grin until Peter gets slapped. "Hey!" And with a motion a blade is extended and the tip is whisping past the neck of the mannequin. "That one's MINE!" Is she referring to Peter?

Peter Quill has posed:
The mannequin's head rolls off the back of its neck with a sparkle of lights as it drops down on to a shelf of hot pants with a THUD.

Peter's eyes go huge as he looks to it, then to Gamora. "Uh... okay." He walks toward her and steps around behind her. "Lets pretend that didn't just happen." He says then as he smiles nervously. "Come on. Lets pay for this and maybe hit up another store? We got a big mall experience here to go through." He states as he tries to lead her toward the paying modeules across the store. "I'm digging this new attire though. It's gonna be a game changer. I'm sure of it."