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[getoffmyearth]

[It's been a long time since he's had to think about this. Peter hasn't been an astronaut in years, and at some point he just became so used to space that he didn't even think about how to adapt to all the changes anymore.

So here he is: one very tired looking man, with a chipped mug full of coffee, and a well-worn uniform, because he's got to do something and space is his thing and somebody's got to do something to help, and the person to do something has always been him.]

So, to start this whole thing off, I guess I'd better introduce myself. My name is Peter Quill. I'm the Star-Lord, and the leader of the Guardians of the Galaxy. I don't expect you to have heard of us around here, what with all the many wonderful alternate universe options available. But we're very much around, and we're going do whatever we can to get some of this mess fixed up.

[Swear to god Gamora and Adam you had better not dare contradict him on that.]

Before I was the Star-Lord, though, I used to be an astronaut. Our space base was a little bit fancier than this, when I was around, but it was pretty much the same set-up, so I figured I would offer up some advice on how to deal with living in a place like this.

First, you might have noticed the moon doesn't abide by Earth hours anymore. Really try to make yourself keep to them anyway, because otherwise you're going to be in for a really rough ride and we'll probably run out of coffee way before the week's out. Repair guys, if we could maybe get something running to simulate a natural cycle, that would help a lot.

[Not that he even notices it anymore. One reason for all that coffee: he's been so many places that his system is probably fucked for good.]

You might have noticed that this place is technically really small. You may start to feel a little bit cramped, or start sleeping a lot, or start getting really paranoid that your roommate might be stealing your stuff or trying to kill you in your sleep. That's called cabin fever, and if you think you have it, try to get the hell out of here and take some kind of mission that gets you back on Earth, because you're doing nobody any favors trying to tough it out or pretend it's not happening. Especially since we're all going to be here for the foreseeable future.

[He can't really pretend he's happy about that, either, but at least he's used to having no privacy and living in close quarters with other people by now. Even people he kind of hated! It's amazing what you can get used to.]

Oh, and all that freeze-dried food is going to get really old, really fast. I'm not kidding. That crap is awful. Trust me, you will get sick of it so fast you won't even believe it was possible. So whoever ends up being responsible for restocking supplies, I beg you to try to get anything that lasts that's not that.

[Pause, for a dramatic sip of coffee.]

If you've got anything else you're worried about, feel free to come ask me about it. I'll be around.

Adam, Gamora- we're going to try to set up base in the first convenient reclaimed space there is, so until then we're gonna have to operate out of someone's bedroom. And so help me Gamora, if you left behind that coffee pot, it's on you to replace it. I don't care if it might not even work, it's the principle of the thing.

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[awarlock]

[Stupid tablets. It takes a moment for his voice to filter in.]

I wasn't aware we had a plan to fix this mess up.

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[getoffmyearth]

It's a work in progress.

[That means he doesn't have one.]

There's always something we can do.

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[gamora]

Adam's or yours works fine.

( so helpful. and no word on the coffee pot, that's a secret. )

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[getoffmyearth]

Adam's. Mine might be too distracting.

[Because of JAMES BOND.]

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[doubleoohbaby]

I'm getting really paranoid that my roommate might be stealing my stuff and/or trying to kill me in my sleep. I thought killing him first might solve the problem. Thoughts?

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[getoffmyearth]

I think your roommate has been a remarkably patient man given the long list of your...eccentricities he's being asked to deal with. Beginning with totally unwarranted death threats.

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[velveteened]

So you're an astronaut, too?

( +500 cool points )

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[getoffmyearth]

Was. I don't do that anymore. It was just a means to an end.

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[fantasticforcefields]

Do you know if there's a way to scan to see if there's a Blue Area on this version of the Moon? Being able to go for a walk will relieve the cabin fever some.

[Send Adam; breathing is pretty much optional for him.]

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[getoffmyearth]

With the technology they've got around here? Not without going out there and taking a look for ourselves. Which is doable, if not particularly time-effective, but it's the best chance we've got.

[Adam is being a party pooper but he will do his best to convince him to do something.]

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[oldsoldiersneverdie]

Circadian rhythms are kind of secondary if you have enough caffeine, I find.

Unfortunately I don't think we really have adequate storage for things that aren't preserved.

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[getoffmyearth]

No, you're right. I've been out in space on so many different planets coping with coffee for so long I don't think my body even remembers what a day feels like anymore.

We don't. But in the short term, occasionally, we're going to want fresh food sometimes. To break the monotony and keep up morale if nothing else. And I gotta tell you, stuff like freeze dried fruit? It might taste like the real thing, but you won't be able to stomach it for long. You might as well eat flavored Styrofoam.

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[controlledvariable]

[Good timing, Peter.]

can i ask a favour?

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[getoffmyearth]

Yeah, of course. What's on your mind?

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[deductus]

[This man is clearly not just talk and he has real experience with this sort of situation so Sherlock intends to milk him for what it's worth.]

Hello, Peter Quill. My name is Sherlock Holmes and I was wondering if you wouldn't mind expounding further on your background as 'Star-Lord' and the leader of this group of yours.

You mentioned being an astronaut previously and I was curious to know how similar it was to your current role.

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[getoffmyearth]

[See, the problem with admitting that you're Star-Lord, is that everybody wants to talk about being Star-Lord, and there's only so much he can say about that before it starts getting into territory he never wants to discuss again. He may have taken the name back up, but Peter would prefer never to talk about why he abandoned it in the first place.]

Uh, how can I put this...they're not really comparable. No offense, but Earth as a planet doesn't really have the capability to keep up with the rest of the galaxy right now in terms of operating efficiently in space on a large scale. They've got a few people who absolutely could, certainly, and have developed the technology to get out there and successfully survive without being weighed down, and they've certainly beat back every invader, but they're not at the same level as the rest of the galaxy in terms of getting out there as a society. As a civilization.

So being an astronaut was basically like being a kid sitting inside your house knowing outside that everybody else was getting to play, but you couldn't get there. You couldn't even really know exactly what they were doing. Which is not how everybody else felt about it, but I knew that's what it was. They weren't in a position to really see what was out there, or even go very far. They were still taking baby steps.

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[crocodilesmiles]

Wait! This is great! You're one of Gamora's friends!

not here

[gamora]

( COLLETTE NO. )

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[getoffmyearth]

"Friend" seems like it comes with too many implications for me to freely claim that. "Teammate" is more like it. "Comrade in arms" might be pushing it.

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[bodilesswarrior]

[Her smile is a bit wry, a bit warm.] We can always use more guardians.

Can I ask when you were an astronaut? What year?

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[getoffmyearth]

[At least she didn't outright call attention to how ridiculous that name is. But it shut Rocket up! He didn't come up with it! It was better than "Ass-kickers of the Fantastic"!]

Late eighties. I left January 1990 and haven't been back to Earth since. I'm pretty sure they've made some improvements from when I was around. At least, I hope so.

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[astraia]

[Jean's smile is warm, but her gaze is piercing, cool and curious.]

What does being Star-Lord mean, exactly?

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[getoffmyearth]

Oh, you know. High adventure, pan-galactic heroics. Save an emperor from being assassinated, prevent genocide. Bravely and recklessly dash in the save the day. That kind of thing.

[It means somebody should have paid attention when they were supposed to be learning what their higher purpose was instead of being caught up in their own self-importance, is that it means. Because it definitely was supposed to be bigger than that...and he screwed up before he had the chance to learn.]

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[collectedloot]

[Oh man, Alex is so very impressed!]

How long have you been in space for?

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[getoffmyearth]

Ten, fifteen years? Something like that. I lost track of the time in some of the places.

[Like space prison.]