Owner	Pose
Groot	Groot looks out one of the Milano's windows at SHIELD's facility. People mill about outside, almost certainly studying the alien tech from afar. Groot doesn't have a horse in that race, but people watching takes an interesting turn when you're watching people doing something new. SHIELD personnel are spies, so they're taking readings while trying to be serruptitious. Groot seems to find that amusing.
Rocket	Rocket has come over to do some work on the ship. Exactly what that constitutes, few can say. There's hammering, drilling, welding, and a few choice words mixed in. "Flark!" "Scut!" "Frag!" "What the flark did that scutstained d'astface /do/ to this?" Rocket, in his element, a pair of welder's goggles down over his eyes, lighting up a corner of the Milano with his efforts to get the thing ready to fly again. Or maybe he's just messing around with his own thing.
Groot	Groot moves through the ship, ducking where he needs to, before tilting down to look into the space Rocket is in. "I am Groot," he greets with a wave. "I am Groot?" he asks.
Rocket	Rocket's grumbling, which is not far from the usual with him. It doesn't take much to turn his attitude sour. Maybe Groot finds it amusing. Could be one of the reasons he's stuck around. Then again, they do work pretty well together. "Hey. Watch it. I'm working with deadly plasma here. It'll go through you like a hot knife through butter if you ain't careful," he warns. Looking about, this area of the bunks doesn't look like it's really damaged, so maybe it's a personal project. ...is he trying to weld the door to Quill's bunk shut?
Groot	Groot does look about. He definitely doesn't have the knowledge of everything technical that Rocket does, so there's some confusion on his features. He reaches up to scratch his head a bit. "I am Groot?" he asks.
Rocket	Rocket cuts the power to the welding torch, lifting the goggles away from his eyes. "I'm making improvements. Renovations." Yes, there is a small line that's begun to form along the seam of the door that would normally slide open into Quill's quarters. "That's what I'm doing." After letting that sink in, a mischievous little grin takes shape, that on him always seems to look more sinister than it's meant to. Or does it? "Wanna help?"
Groot	Groot huffs out a sigh that comes out as an exasperated, "I am Groot." He takes in a breath and looks at Rocket before saying, "I am Groot? I am Groot." He looks at Rocket like the responsible one in their friendship...which he kind of is, even if he does go along with Rocket when he gets into trouble.
Rocket	Rocket makes a show of patience, quietly setting the welding tools down. In other sections of the doorway, there are a few screws and strips of metal that don't appear to have taken very well to his plans. "First of all, when have you ever known me to be subtle about anything? Second, he's the reason we're stuck on this mudball again, all because he was chasing some tail and got the Milano blasted over it. He's flarkin' lucky this is all I've done about it so far." The little guy has opinions, as usual, then he throws up his hands. "You sayin' you got a better idea?"
Groot	Groot reaches down to run a finger over Rocket's head, smoothing down some hair that got mussed by his goggles. "I am Groot," he says, remarkably calmly. "I am Groot," he continues. He gestures in a silent invitation and moves back somewhere that isn't right next to Quill's bunk, just in case the man in question comes back.
Rocket	Rocket's eyes narrow when he's reached out toward. Under most cases, Rocket would be snapping at anyone who reached out toward him. Too many people, aliens, whatever, wanting to pet him because 'look at how /cute/ he is!' Bah. In Groot's case, though his natural instinct is still suspicion, he allows it even if his ears begin to flatten slightly from the close proximity of the contact. Then, he begins to tear down the attempts he was making at sealing off the door. It'll look a little damaged around it, but that's hardly the only part of the ship that isn't in top shape. "What I'm hearing is you have some ideas of your own. Is that right?"
Groot	Groot is quiet until he reaches a nice corner where the two can talk. Groot also has picked a spot near a window, so he can go back to people watching during gaps in the conversation. "I am Groot," he starts. He gestures around. "I am Groot," he says. He then shrugs. "I am Groot," he continues, being awfully wordy. He raises a finger. "I am Groot," he says. He then concludes, "I am Groot."
Rocket	Rocket tosses the stuff he was using into a pile on a workspace he's got other tools strewn about in. A place for everything, and everything in its place. "But pranks are great. I know he cares about the ship and having a crew," he states, frowning by the time he's over by the window with Groot. He lets the flora colossus observe whatever people he wants to. Rocket has no eye for that right now. The suggestion of getting the rest of the crew to walk out on Peter for a few days..he waves a little hand at. "Groot, I ain't really looking to /hurt/ him. I just want to teach him a lesson about thinking with his brain instead of with his branch and gnords. At least, use another ship if he's gonna go flying off trying to dock, if you get what I'm saying. That way if it gets shot down, it doesn't flark the rest of us over."
Groot	Groot shrugs. "I am Groot," he says, resigning. He goes back to people watching. "I am Groot," he concludes.
Rocket	Rocket squints back in Groot's direction. "My ways are /always/ effective," and even when they aren't, he has a conveniently short memory about it. Then he's poking at Groot's leg, for more of his attention. "You dealing with all this scut all right? Every time I go out, I got people calling me a flarkin' raccoon, or a trash panda, or a rabbit, or a fox, or some other scut." Nevermind he learned he really /is/ a raccoon, albeit a modified one. "You probably got cats running up you, dogs trying to mark you, people wantin' to carve their initials in you. Yeah, I've seen what they do to trees around here."
Groot	Groot, meanwhile, is essentially a tree, but hasn't had any of the stuff Rocket said happen to him. He looks down at the one and only Rocket and says, "I am Groot," reassuringly. His expression becomes a bit more concerned, then he says, "I am Groot? I am Groot." He adds, trying to justify his position on the subject, "I am Groot."
Rocket	"If that ain't enough, look." Rocket pulls out a datapad with video capabilities, calling up an aerial scene of a forest with a large section of trees that have been cut down. "They call that 'the forest ration.' I don't know what that's supposed to mean, but they cut down guys like you and make things like this." Next seen, a picture of a dining room table and chairs. Nevermind the fact he got the term for that all mixed up. Glancing about the room again, he shrugs. "Yeah, we could go back to the place I got. We can watch Golden Girls. One of those freaks on the Titans kept talking about it. It ain't bad. But we'd better go soon. I'm withering away here." Suffering, indeed.
Groot	Gar watches patiently as Rocket shows him. "I am Groot," he reminds him. It needs no translation. It is simply the words at face value. He is not a tree, he is a flora colossus. "I am Groot," he points out...that one's a bit more nuanced. He stands, however. "I am Groot?" he asks. "I am Groot."
Rocket	Rocket handwaves, tucking the pad away within a pocket of his jumpsuit. He walks over toward the workspace, shoving a few things around until they're in a more satisfactory place for him, saying, "So they're not like your long-lost cousins or something?" Funny he should say that, given the whole raccoon thing. Groot is Groot, Rocket is Rocket, and they're a unique pair. "Guess you'll just have to find out what it is," he adds about the show. "It's got jokes, and it's got old Humies, but it doesn't have Quill in it. That sounds pretty inappropriate to me."
Groot	Groot smirks. "I am Groot," he says. "I am Groot?" he asks, but true to character, he doesn't stop and wait, himself, but heads toward the Milano's exit. "I am Groot?" he calls back toward Rocket.
Rocket	Rocket follows along behind Groot, then he scales the big tree's back so he can take up his usual perch at the shoulder, a hand against Groot's 'crown' for added balance. "What are we waiting for? I got my ride. What are /you/ waiting for?" he quips, gesturing away from the SHIELD facility. "I pooled some units together, pulled a few favors, and got a room in New York City so I don't have to be around this place all the time. And I got a great plan to make some more money. It's this thing called Cameo, where people pay famous celebrities to make videos for them. Who wouldn't want one from the best flarkin' pilot in all the sectors? I'm just waiting for all the requests to start rolling in. Any day now, and we'll be rich."