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[beatupgrass]

This is Rocket. What the hell d'you want?
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ACTION; for Peter Quill

[beatupgrass]

[Once things have settled down and Rocket has built what amounts to a prototype he can tinker with once everyone's asleep, then Rocket finally goes and hunts down Quill, after spending the better part of the day staying out of his way. He's pretty sure if they share so much as a glance in the other's direction everything he knows they're both thinking is just going to get spilled in front of all these idiots who don't need to know their business.]

Yo, Quill. I wanna do some scouting and some of these assholes are a little too trigger happy. I don't wanna get shot at, 'cause then I'll shoot back, and then this trip'll be a whole lot less fun for everybody.

[volumeone]

[Seeing the little furry bastard alive and scrabbling around actually gives him fuzzy feelings. There's tripping over him in the Milano and finding his shed fur in new, exciting places and then there's thinking he might've turned into a red paste on the landing.

He gets up when Rocket motions that he wants to talk - private-like]

I get you.

[As much as he gets there's some capable people here, people with legit skills and abilities, the kinds he wouldn't have minded on a heist watching his back, he also doesn't know them. Doesn't know the borderline civilians they got in the last wave, doesn't know what what stress will do to them. Rocket's a known quantity. Sure, he's an asshole three times bigger than his body, but at least he knows where his head's at.

Grabbing his quad blaster, automatically checking the settings with a flick of his wrist that's pure muscle memory, he picks up the flashlight someone, somewhere, scavenged, heads with Rocket away from the main camp. The buzz of conversation dies down after awhile]

You see anyone else? I saw Mantis but Groot, Drax and Gamora are still MIA.

...Ego too.

ACTION; for Asha Greyjoy

[beatupgrass]

[Here's some little known facts about Rocket:

He was born in a cage. His mother, bless her, was not exceptionally bright because sometimes mutagens do the exact opposite of what they were meant to do. The scientists on Half-World were never particularly concerned with things like "how is 89P13 going to fare in the wild," because the answer to that, Doc, is that he wasn't.

Rocket lucked out that he got the urban sprawl and all the stores he could ever steal food from until he started making a semi-honest living. Unfortunately, it means he is extremely ill-prepared for wilderness life. The last time he went "camping," he spent the entire time building traps (which he has been doing here) and stealing everyone's leftover snacks they didn't bring to Ego's planet with them.

There are no snacks to steal here, and everything feels like a handout when people are looking at you like "dude why don't you get your own." And after that, it becomes a matter of pride.

And, to make a long story short, Rocket is now over at the lagoon, on the edge of the shore, trying to catch a goddamned fish.

And he fucking sucks at it.

It's especially funny because he hates water and looks like the very act of being in the water is making him miserable on top of his fishing failings.

After the third one has slipped from his grasp and he's ended up pitched face first into the water, he scrambles back to the shore, dripping wet, and lets out one long frustrated growl, followed by an even louder, more frustrated.] SONUVABITCH.

[That was subtle.]

[laveers]

[ The group is hunting for food. She takes no handouts, does not offer the labour of her own hands. Fair's fair, though — if someone presses it into her hands she presses something into theirs. The open sky and fresh air are more of a relief than she'll ever admit. ]

[ — as are the fish. She hears him cursing through the trees, and so is already smiling when she emerges. ]

You should sing to the fish, they may be moved.

[ B) B) B) ]

action; for Angel

[beatupgrass]

[When everything else in Rocket's life is a clusterfuck of epic proportions, tech is always there for him. Maybe it's because he, himself, is a nice little hodgepodge of cybernetic parts and the act of tinkering and repairing and rebuilding things gives him some sense of control over things. Or maybe he just likes to keep his hands busy. It doesn't have to be that deep. God.

He's been at this sporadically all afternoon and as everyone begins to head to bed, he's gained an additional set of hands in the form of Angel who seems to know her own way around these things, he's learning.]

I mean we didn't all freakin' die when we landed, so that's a point in their favor, but there ain't a whole lot to these things.

[r3f4c70r3d]

[ Lucky for him, Angel is both tech savvy and not much of a sleeper, so she'll be here for a while. She picks through the pile of scavenged tech, picking up and turning an unusual looking circuit board over in her hands, trying to get a good look at the pathways in the dimming light. ]

I suppose, but I would have preferred to remain on the station. At least there things were somewhat familiar in nature, unlike...nature.

[unprays]

( 1 ) VOICEMAIL un: lady (Stark, Sansa)

[ Rocket? It's Sansa.
Forgive me for interrupting your day like this, I just... there's something you should know.
I spoke to you of Ramsay Bolton before, perhaps you remember. You're the only one who knows about him, aside of my family.

He's here. He's awake, and here in Olympia.
I don't know what he is planning, but he will make sure to know everyone I have been in contact with. So if you meet him... please, be careful, and don't trust a word he says. ]

[beatupgrass]

Shit.

Is shooting him an option?

voicemail

[jewelling]

[ Look, Rin saw the wanted poster and felt a need to reach out to her furry friend. Of course, she has no interest in turning him in for a few measly silvers. ]

( 1 ) VOICEMAIL Tohsaka, Rin

[ When you get this message, give me a call. ]

[ Short, sweet and down the point. Hopefully, the hint of kindness in her tone will be enough to let Rocket know that Rin's on his side. Tsuns gotta stick together and stuff. ]

callback

[beatupgrass]

Are you sure you should be associating with a known fugitive?

[smithandwesson]

( 1 ) VOICEMAIL Sanzo, Genjo

[ I saw you were thrown into this bullshit as well. Call me back. ]

audio;

[beatupgrass]

WHAT THE HELL IS EVEN HAPPENING? I knew there had to be somethin' up with a guy who wanted you to bring heads.

1 of several SORRY

[punshots]

USER ID: chocobro (Argentum, Prompto)

so how far off the grid are you right now like
incommunicado off the grid?
or just like
hiding out in a coffee shop with eyeholes cut in a newspaper off the grid?

[punshots]

USER ID: chocobro (Argentum, Prompto)

okay, let me try that again
are you okay?

[punshots]

USER ID: chocobro (Argentum, Prompto)

sorry, i know you've probably got like a million people jabbering at you right now
you can ignore this

[insurgent]

USER ID: l.rallik (RALLIK, LYRA)
not my usual id
think supernovas
and what comes after

[ stardust. ]

i assume you're busy or offline
but i'll be sure to send people where you aren't :)

[beatupgrass]

[it takes him a minute, but he gets it.]

And hopefully take the payment they offer, right? Ain't your fault I'm slippery.

ANGEL / OCT 1st / TEXT(encryption level: very high)

[r3f4c70r3d]

USER ID: Ś̨͟͞1̢̧̕͝R͝3̸͘̕N̶̵̢̢ (???, ???)

[ It's been less than an hour since the names of the wanted were broadcast to the public and already Angel is hailing him to make sure Rocket's alright, that he has at least a partial plan, to see if he needs help. She kn-- ok she doesn't know for certain that he's incapable of the crime he's been accused of, but it doesn't really matter to her. People cause havoc, kill and without thought on Pandora all the time, and like the Vault Hunters Angel considers Rocket to be her friend, she's going to do everything in her power to help keep him and his safe. ]


Rocket, this is A. Are you somewhere safe? I've encrypted this line, so it is safe to communicate on.

[beatupgrass]

Yeah, Quill and I are trying to lay low, while I try very hard to not choke his sorry ass for taking the job in the first place.

text » un: killjoy (before the dec intro log)

[motivation]

hey, remember me?

[ it's been a while. but she vaguely remembers him doing stuff with tools, and dutch needs a mechanic and when in need, why not text a talking racoon? ]

[beatupgrass]

That doesn't really work when there's hundreds of us and I haven't memorized everyone's usernames yet.

Luckily, I'm a genius. What's up?

un: stardust.

[insurgent]

the last party i attended ended with a bang.

[ hi rocket, how are you, will you be attending the gala tomorrow, etc. ]

how do you think it'll go?

[beatupgrass]

Like a literal bang, 'cause that would be amazing, actually.

It'll probably just be a lot of people throwing shade and actin' like they're better than everyone.

[godslay]

USER ID: GAMORA (GAMORA)

Peter doesn't know Ego is in the stasis pods.

[beatupgrass]

Shit. I thought he would've figured that out by now...

text » id: killjoy / once they're all on the station

[motivation]

make it to the station in one piece?

[beatupgrass]

Barely. That thing was way nastier than I expected.

text; un: ??? (misfire, in Nadril)

[monya]

Do I look fat in this picture?

[beatupgrass]

Yes.

Why are you asking me?

[He looks perfectly acceptable, but Morgana what.]

text, un: rtozier

[summertimeblues]

Rocket my friend! Tell Gamora to pick up her phone. And that I can't survive without her sweet disdain. This silent treatment is killing me.

1/2

[beatupgrass]

READ AT 5:55 PM.

[motivation]

hey

[ "do you remember me now?" is what she wants to ask, but she'd rather not get an outright no if he doesn't. ]

[beatupgrass]

I don't wanna talk about how weird that fucking was, and you probably don't either.

[RIGHT TO THE POINT.]

[motivation]

hey
make it okay?

[beatupgrass]

4 for 4 on surviving world ending scenarios. Apparently, nothing in this or any universe can kill me.