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exsilium2013-10-01 09:23 pm
getoffmyearth) wrote in exsilium2013-10-01 09:23 pm
1☆ video; as soon as the network comes back up after transports arrive
[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.
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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[YOU KNOW WHAT HE DOESN'T WANT TO KNOW ABOUT ANY OF IT OK. Not any part of this thing. He would prefer to never have known it existed, ever.]
You never even tried it. It has more meaning when I say it.
[Because Earth, Earth was not the place for Peter Quill, and maybe he's got a weird place out in space but at least it's his, and he knows what he needs to do, and he feels like broken as they all might be they all still fit.
Anyway, bigger point to be made here.]
Gamora, I want you to know that this is coming from a place of healthy respect, because you have a lot of talents and I appreciate having you around and what you're capable of doing. Cherish that, because I'm probably never going to say it again. But getting people to grasp things is not one of your talents. Your explanations leave a lot to be desired. As in how "bug-flark" continues to not be an actual description of any use, except to say that it must be Tuesday.
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( Tried it, that is. Because Quill doesn't seem the person to even want to try it - none of the Guardians are. Maybe Phyla, but the girl reeked of 'daddy issues' and every time she was alive, Moondragon happened to be indisposed. If that wasn't a sign to give up, Gamora didn't know what was. )
Are you drunk? You only get this "I value your talents and what you bring to the team" when you're drunk. Or when you want something. ( Gamora's looking out for you, Pete. ) It's a perfectly fine description. Just because you want specifics doesn't invalidate it.
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[There was a time when he thought- well, there were doubts. When he really feared he might be stuck on Earth forever. Of course that was also the period where he passed out from drinking on his apartment floor, and he was willing to commit felonies and treason to get his ass out of there, so this is not exactly a poster child for establishing a permanent home.]
I'm just trying to make a particularly supportive point about one of your glaring flaws, is all. [As though that will spare him her irritation and retaliation if she takes it the wrong way.] Would it kill you to try for some detail?
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( She'd thought about it - was making her way to join the Avengers before Thanos intervened. Earth could have been something of a home, but Gamora had ditched that without a second thought the moment the opportunity came up. Funny how that worked. )
One of my flaws? ( Danger zone, Peter Quill. Don't go and point out more, just don't. ) Sure, I'll waste time describing the tentacles to you in detail.
( No, she won't. She'll spend the time killing it instead. )
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[Yes he will.]
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