Unexpected Visitor at the Tower
| Unexpected Visitor at the Tower | |
|---|---|
| Date of Cutscene: | 16 August 2021 |
| Location: | Titans Tower |
| Synopsis: | Rocket comes knocking at Titans Tower. Nobody answers, so Rocket does Rocket things. |
| Cast of Characters: | Rocket |
While most of the Titans are in Tartarus and Themyscira, Titans Tower is relatively quiet for once. A visitor turns up out front, banging on the doors to no avail, muttering to himself about terrible hospitality.
"Guess I oughta see if these losers are still in one piece without us around," Rocket says, reaching up with a little hand to open that door. Fortunately, the Guardians remain coded into building security as authorized visitors. For now.
Cupping those hands to his short, triangular muzzle, Rocket calls out, "Anybody here? What's a hero and handsome guy like me gotta do to get a little attention? Me and my crew were back around 'cause we're lookin' for...oh."
Something shiny has caught his eye while wandering the place. The big fridge in the fancy kitchen. "I guess I could help myself to a little snack since I'm here. Ain't nobody else around. Some of it could go to waste," he rationalizes.
Before long, the thing is practically emptied out. Lunchmeats, fruits, vegetables, condiments, sodas, milk, plus bread, cereal, crackers, cookies, chips, and other snacks from the nearby cupboard. Ice cream from the freezer. Beer and other liquor that isn't kept in the fridge is found, thanks to his nose. Someone's to-go box, with a half-eaten meal waiting for later. Some sort of purple juice. Strange shakes.
You name it, Rocket gets into it. Empty containers, cartons, cans, bottles, and more end up on the counter, in the sink, on the floor, scraps of food here and there. He belches, a satisfying sound that lasts a few seconds. "Oooh, maybe I had too much," he says, patting his stomach as he waddles over toward the big TV to grab the remote and see if there's anything worth watching. A cartoon. Some sports thing. A documentary. Boring news he doesn't care about.
And still nobody comes by. "Sheesh, they all out partying or something?" He has no idea where most of them are, and if anyone else actually is around they must be busy, or sleeping, or doing who knows what.
"Ugh. Nothing to do here. Bored now." Hopping, or more like rolling off the big couch, he flicks a piece of food free of his jumpsuit and climbs back up onto the counter before finding a piece of paper and a pen. His handwriting isn't the best, but he scrawls out a note then sticks it to the fridge with a magnet:
'Came by. Nobody here. Helped myself to some food. Even the stuff in the back. Probably off saving the galaxy again by the time someone sees this. Groot says hi. Quill is still annoying. Earth still sucks. You're welcome.
-- Rocket'
He wobbles after getting back down to ground level, his altered, experimented-upon body working overtime to deal with the effects of all the food, liquids, and alcohol he's mixed together, and after he staggers out of the Tower he stops to throw up just in front of the main doors. A parting gift. The colors are many. "Bleh..."
Activating his personal jetpack after it materializes at his back - space tech is awesome - he almost skims the surface of the water nearby before getting oriented more properly, zipping off to whatever other trouble awaits.
Wherever Rocket goes, it doesn't take long for that to follow.
