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(from here)
Deal. [He waves over someone carrying drinks.] Give us a few rounds, dude. We're goin' all in.
Deal. [He waves over someone carrying drinks.] Give us a few rounds, dude. We're goin' all in.
Edited 2018-01-01 19:36 (UTC)
(from here)
[It's probably tamer than some of the other assumptions he's heard made about him, which gives her some credit even if he looks annoyed. It's his default face, and it's less at her, then at the situation. It's not even remotely fair to hear about worlds where beings like him are normalized or even considered an equal species, whereas in his, he will always be third class, barely considered a person.]
I ain't. There ain't nobody that looks like me where I come from.
[It's probably tamer than some of the other assumptions he's heard made about him, which gives her some credit even if he looks annoyed. It's his default face, and it's less at her, then at the situation. It's not even remotely fair to hear about worlds where beings like him are normalized or even considered an equal species, whereas in his, he will always be third class, barely considered a person.]
I ain't. There ain't nobody that looks like me where I come from.
(from here)
Eh, Quill's always dancin' around the ship. I picked up a few things.
[He lowers his voice conspiratorially without missing a step.] Don't tell him I said that.
Eh, Quill's always dancin' around the ship. I picked up a few things.
[He lowers his voice conspiratorially without missing a step.] Don't tell him I said that.
(from here)
[He snorts.] That's what I got you and Quill for. It'll be the one time I won't get pissed for havin' to be carried to something.
[Rocket no.]
[He snorts.] That's what I got you and Quill for. It'll be the one time I won't get pissed for havin' to be carried to something.
[Rocket no.]
(from here)
[Of course there's no vid. Rocket is so trusting right now, because the music and the joy and the everything are so overwhelming, why wouldn't everything be perfectly fine?
And, more importantly, why would he yell that he barely knows what a moonwalk is or that he's only watched Quill do it a dozen times and still has no idea what the logic behind it is? It's all in good fun.
So Rocket pauses, considers his feet, and then tries to move them into position. The result is a very awkward backward shuffle, because while the scientists that made him were very detailed, they never considered that a raccoon should be able to imitate Michael Jackson.
If Rocket's resulting moonfail wasn't enough, his attempt causes him to hit someone right in the back of their legs, causing him to jump back in surprise and tripping the man in the process as he tries to disentangle himself. Someone else in trying to stop the man from falling steps on Rocket's tail, which ends his good mood in a hurry.
The rest is a domino effect of toppling people and Rocket in the middle of it with bristling fur, looking all the world like he might turn this into a lot more than a minor kerfuffle if he gets stepped on one more time.]
[Of course there's no vid. Rocket is so trusting right now, because the music and the joy and the everything are so overwhelming, why wouldn't everything be perfectly fine?
And, more importantly, why would he yell that he barely knows what a moonwalk is or that he's only watched Quill do it a dozen times and still has no idea what the logic behind it is? It's all in good fun.
So Rocket pauses, considers his feet, and then tries to move them into position. The result is a very awkward backward shuffle, because while the scientists that made him were very detailed, they never considered that a raccoon should be able to imitate Michael Jackson.
If Rocket's resulting moonfail wasn't enough, his attempt causes him to hit someone right in the back of their legs, causing him to jump back in surprise and tripping the man in the process as he tries to disentangle himself. Someone else in trying to stop the man from falling steps on Rocket's tail, which ends his good mood in a hurry.
The rest is a domino effect of toppling people and Rocket in the middle of it with bristling fur, looking all the world like he might turn this into a lot more than a minor kerfuffle if he gets stepped on one more time.]
(from here)
[Rocket shudders]
It ain't every day I say "no money is worth that," but no money was worth that.
[Rocket shudders]
It ain't every day I say "no money is worth that," but no money was worth that.
Edited 2018-01-01 20:59 (UTC)
(from here)
[Rocket scratches his chin thoughtfully. Now there's the kind of talk he comes to places like this for. Who cares about smalltalk and chitchat when you can talk ~business~]
Yeah, Rhys and I have gone over the particulars a bit. My bein' in Wyver's gonna be pretty convenient, all things considered.
[He steeples his fingers. Even non-disconcertingly human-like raccoon hands were good for steepling, and it always looks diabolical.] What's on your mind, Ros?
[Rocket scratches his chin thoughtfully. Now there's the kind of talk he comes to places like this for. Who cares about smalltalk and chitchat when you can talk ~business~]
Yeah, Rhys and I have gone over the particulars a bit. My bein' in Wyver's gonna be pretty convenient, all things considered.
[He steeples his fingers. Even non-disconcertingly human-like raccoon hands were good for steepling, and it always looks diabolical.] What's on your mind, Ros?
Edited 2018-01-01 21:10 (UTC)
I wasss... [he drawls the words out in a slur] just speculating. On stuff. I thought there weren't people around.
[He waves a hand.] And dude, you are way too emotionally heavy for a party like this. Go get a few more drinks.
[He waves a hand.] And dude, you are way too emotionally heavy for a party like this. Go get a few more drinks.
[ Eventually when Peter plays back the recording that absolutely does not and will never exist, the video will end with the camera jerking to one side as Peter breathes out, “Oh, shit—” and stuffs the comm back into his pocket.
He isn’t as deep into the drinks as Rocket is – or, in fact, half of the party-goers by this point – which means Peter manages to avoid the worst of the chaos. He gets jostled a bit, but he does, at least, manage to catch one lady by the elbow before she twists her ankle on those unreasonably high heels. She casts him a grateful look, but a glance at Peter’s Wyver pin has her storming off in a huff.
(Later in the night, he will definitely steal her Olympia pin as a petty sort of revenge.
... And maybe her bracelet.)
So there’s Rocket at the eye of the storm. By Peter’s memory, the two of them have known each other for, like, a couple months, but even that is enough to know that Rocket’s probably two blinks away from sinking his teeth into someone’s calf. Which is why Peter quickly wades into the mess, hip-checking some clumsy lady who nearly steps on Rocket’s tail, catching another dude as he’s about to fall face first to the floor.
Aaand the third guy, whose trip and consequent fall onto his back is about to land him on top of Rocket, is too far away for Peter to catch. So instead, Peter grabs Rocket by the back of his shirt and yanks him out of the guy’s path.
Sorry, Rocket. ]
He isn’t as deep into the drinks as Rocket is – or, in fact, half of the party-goers by this point – which means Peter manages to avoid the worst of the chaos. He gets jostled a bit, but he does, at least, manage to catch one lady by the elbow before she twists her ankle on those unreasonably high heels. She casts him a grateful look, but a glance at Peter’s Wyver pin has her storming off in a huff.
(Later in the night, he will definitely steal her Olympia pin as a petty sort of revenge.
... And maybe her bracelet.)
So there’s Rocket at the eye of the storm. By Peter’s memory, the two of them have known each other for, like, a couple months, but even that is enough to know that Rocket’s probably two blinks away from sinking his teeth into someone’s calf. Which is why Peter quickly wades into the mess, hip-checking some clumsy lady who nearly steps on Rocket’s tail, catching another dude as he’s about to fall face first to the floor.
Aaand the third guy, whose trip and consequent fall onto his back is about to land him on top of Rocket, is too far away for Peter to catch. So instead, Peter grabs Rocket by the back of his shirt and yanks him out of the guy’s path.
Sorry, Rocket. ]
[It absolutely looks diabolical, and for a moment Rosalind once again reflects on the fact she's having this conversation with a bloody raccoon. A profiteering, abrasive, oddly endearing raccoon.]
I'd like you to take a look at a few bullets I've made. I've worked with metals before, but never like this-- and if we're going to make ones filled with acid, I'd like to get the base correct before we add on special effects.
I'd like you to take a look at a few bullets I've made. I've worked with metals before, but never like this-- and if we're going to make ones filled with acid, I'd like to get the base correct before we add on special effects.
I don’t know how much you can count on him tonight.
[ Because. You know. Tons of free booze. ]
And I don’t want to carry all of you back.
[ Just in case Mantis is also going to get completely trashed. Why are her friends like this. ]
[ Because. You know. Tons of free booze. ]
And I don’t want to carry all of you back.
[ Just in case Mantis is also going to get completely trashed. Why are her friends like this. ]
Edited (DITCHES THE STUPID SUBJECT LINE) 2018-01-03 07:11 (UTC)
There ain't no story to it. Me 'n Lance went up the freezin' cold mountain to find some kind of root thing, and when we pulled it outta the ground, it started screamin'.
Uh-huh. Well, I've still got some stuff leftover from where I built Sesshoumaru that cybernetic arm before the bastard up and decided to go back into stasis. Didn't even get a chance to show it off.
[That was a fine piece of tech, too. He waves it off. HE'S NOT BITTER... He says, bitterly.] Point bein', if you need some extra reinforcement to keep the metal from degrading, the stuff I'm used to workin' with is pretty resistant to a lot of crap.
[That was a fine piece of tech, too. He waves it off. HE'S NOT BITTER... He says, bitterly.] Point bein', if you need some extra reinforcement to keep the metal from degrading, the stuff I'm used to workin' with is pretty resistant to a lot of crap.
[Honestly, that just makes him realize something. And despite all logic saying THEY NEED ONE, his mind is reeling.]
Wait. Are you actually plannin' on bein' the only sober one of us here tonight?
[At least he's off the arm-wrestling now.]
Wait. Are you actually plannin' on bein' the only sober one of us here tonight?
[At least he's off the arm-wrestling now.]
(from here)]
[He's even bad at lying sober. He had no chance while he's drunk.]
No, no... I definitely said "suit." As in there's, uh... a lot of people wearin' 'em. Fancy idiots. Heh. [He hiccups.]
[He's even bad at lying sober. He had no chance while he's drunk.]
No, no... I definitely said "suit." As in there's, uh... a lot of people wearin' 'em. Fancy idiots. Heh. [He hiccups.]
[Rocket isn't quite aware of what's going on beyond he is drunk, no amount of happy dance glitter can make a crowd of barely polite people trying to catch their balance and having an excuse to start shoving one another tolerable by his standards, and he feels like his fun has just been ruined.
Not a great combination, all things considered.
Most of his focus is on avoiding getting stepped on, rather than outright lashing out, but it's not gonna take long before the smoke clears or someone steps on his tail (he even misses Peter saving him from that indignity). He does not miss the guy about to fall onto him and he braces himself for impact, knowing that while he won't be crushed, he'll be trapped and bruised and that guy will be fucked up bad once he wriggles free, but he's suddenly swept out of the way.
The sudden shift in scenery causes his head to spin dizzily, and he becomes keenly aware of the amount of little shrimps he's been pulling out of cocktails tonight. Mercifully, he does not reward Peter's assistance with vomit, but that's about all that can be said about it.]
I don't think that happened to who's-his-face. [He can't master the moonwalk. Like hell if he's gonna remember the guy who invented it or whatever. He also sounds positively sulky, which would be a nice change, except:] Now put me down before I puke and bite your fingers off. Maybe not even in that order.
Not a great combination, all things considered.
Most of his focus is on avoiding getting stepped on, rather than outright lashing out, but it's not gonna take long before the smoke clears or someone steps on his tail (he even misses Peter saving him from that indignity). He does not miss the guy about to fall onto him and he braces himself for impact, knowing that while he won't be crushed, he'll be trapped and bruised and that guy will be fucked up bad once he wriggles free, but he's suddenly swept out of the way.
The sudden shift in scenery causes his head to spin dizzily, and he becomes keenly aware of the amount of little shrimps he's been pulling out of cocktails tonight. Mercifully, he does not reward Peter's assistance with vomit, but that's about all that can be said about it.]
I don't think that happened to who's-his-face. [He can't master the moonwalk. Like hell if he's gonna remember the guy who invented it or whatever. He also sounds positively sulky, which would be a nice change, except:] Now put me down before I puke and bite your fingers off. Maybe not even in that order.
Michael Jackson.
[ And the correction comes automatically, as Peter surveys the damage done. Most of the folk who fell on their asses or faces are scooping themselves up, cheeks red and eyes downcast. Those who are too drunk to help themselves are being helped by others, which is less for Peter to deal with. Anyone who catches his eye and glares at him accusingly, though, earns a helpless shrug and a sheepish smile in return.
It wouldn’t be the first time he’s had to put on a bashful act and go around making apologies for his super drunk friends. Hell, it was a near weekly occurrence with the Ravagers.
(“I’m so sorry, sir, my buddy here drank way too many Krylorian wine spritzers. You know how it is. Anyway, your nose is totally normal-sized and not bulbous at all, and Oblo really didn’t mean to imply anything about the virtue of your mother. I’m sure she’s a fine, upstanding woman.
“Anyway! Have a great evening.”)
But no one’s storming up to them and demanding explanations or apologies, and Peter breathes a sigh of relief. He releases Rocket, reflexively holding up his hand as a show of good faith. ]
Do not puke on me.
[ If Rocket’s making demands, then so can Peter. Obviously. He turns, nodding toward the refreshments table. ]
C’mon, Twinkle-Toes. Let’s get you some water.
[ And the correction comes automatically, as Peter surveys the damage done. Most of the folk who fell on their asses or faces are scooping themselves up, cheeks red and eyes downcast. Those who are too drunk to help themselves are being helped by others, which is less for Peter to deal with. Anyone who catches his eye and glares at him accusingly, though, earns a helpless shrug and a sheepish smile in return.
It wouldn’t be the first time he’s had to put on a bashful act and go around making apologies for his super drunk friends. Hell, it was a near weekly occurrence with the Ravagers.
(“I’m so sorry, sir, my buddy here drank way too many Krylorian wine spritzers. You know how it is. Anyway, your nose is totally normal-sized and not bulbous at all, and Oblo really didn’t mean to imply anything about the virtue of your mother. I’m sure she’s a fine, upstanding woman.
“Anyway! Have a great evening.”)
But no one’s storming up to them and demanding explanations or apologies, and Peter breathes a sigh of relief. He releases Rocket, reflexively holding up his hand as a show of good faith. ]
Do not puke on me.
[ If Rocket’s making demands, then so can Peter. Obviously. He turns, nodding toward the refreshments table. ]
C’mon, Twinkle-Toes. Let’s get you some water.
[There's a part of her very tempted to ask him to come home with her right now and look stuff over. The only thing that stops her is-- well, twofold. One, she's actually quite enjoying herself, and two, they're too far from Olympia.]
Come by my home soon, then. I'd appreciate a set of hands that knows what they're doing either way.
Come by my home soon, then. I'd appreciate a set of hands that knows what they're doing either way.
You asked. I told. [Yeah, Rocket is so not here for your chipperness, X'rhun. He's not for it in general, but especially not now.]
Some dude makin' weapons here in Wyver. Sounds like he's got a pretty sick set-up, if you ask me. Who puts a plant in a frickin' sword.
Some dude makin' weapons here in Wyver. Sounds like he's got a pretty sick set-up, if you ask me. Who puts a plant in a frickin' sword.
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