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Rocket ([personal profile] prettygoodplan) wrote in [community profile] all_inclusive2014-12-04 11:09 am

Now I have a machine gun. Ho ho ho.

Hunting down slimeballs generally ain't a job you can do and stay local. You wanna make the big money, you gotta be willin' to travel halfway across the damned universe and back, and you gotta be willin' to put yourself in the middle of a lotta different kinds of people. Slimebag people, but you know. Culturally different.

They got festivals on almost every planet out there, and unless they're givin' away free booze, there ain't nothin' Rocket likes about 'em. Even the free booze ones usually have a catch, and he don't understand why people want to be around each other on purpose anyway. If he could have a festival, it would be a festival of one.

...okay, maybe two. But that's it, and he don't mean Quill.

This Terran holiday shit's got to be the most annoying of the whole lot, though, with it's frickin' twinkle lights and trees in the middle of the room for no good damned reason. 'Supposed to be all about love and cheer and all that bullshit, but he ain't feelin' any goodwill from any of the humans who've yelped just at the sight of him.

Like they ain't never seen somebody looked any different from them before.

He don't like the hotel in the first place, but it won't let him back home yet, and even his room is filled with spangles and fake snow. (Who the hell wants real snow, much less fake snow?) In his attempt to find someplace a little less annoying, he's found himself down in the basement, sitting alone in a row of cushy chairs with very low expectations for whatever he's about to watch. If it's got anything to do with that fat guy in the red suit, he's bailing.

But oh, it ends up being so much better than that.

"Aw, what! Just take 'em out!" he's yelling now, on the edge of his seat and motioning angrily at the screen. "You gotta machine gun!"

[Watching Die Hard, best of all holiday movies.]
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[personal profile] nebaritralk 2014-12-04 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Chiana's just walking down the hall when she hears the shout, and of course she's going to pop her head in. She's heard several dozen wildly different sayings about curiosity being a dangerous trait, but stuck here as she is, there's nothing to do but be curious. It's that or go slowly out of her mind, and she isn't sure she isn't doing that already.

She finds a furry little guy standing on his seat, watching a movie which, presumably, involves a machine gun. Yes, there it is.

So she waltzes into the room like she's always meant to come on over, everything from the way she looks to the way she walks screaming that she isn't any more human than he is. "Whatcha watching?"
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[personal profile] nebaritralk 2014-12-06 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Terran," Chiana echoes, and takes a chair a couple seats from his, legs braced wide, an elbow propped on one of her thighs. She keeps the little furry creature in her peripheral vision, instinct as much as conscious decision. "That another word for human?" The people on the screen sure look human, but she's never heard that one before.
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[personal profile] nebaritralk 2015-01-03 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've heard worse," Chiana replies, because much as she'll criticise humans - or Terrans, or whatever - at least they didn't call their planet Planet. She's come across a few of those in the Unchartered Territories. She tilts her head to the side, still watching the action on screen as she asks. "So they finally managed to pull free from their own planet, where you're from?"

That? Definitely one of the things she'll criticise them for.
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[personal profile] buryyouwithmysound 2014-12-04 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know right?" Marceline agrees. "Or just...you know. Sprout fangs and take 'em down." To demonstrate, she morphs briefly into her monster form before settling into the chair next to the furry guy. There's a bowl of strawberries in her hands, but most of them have already been drained of the red color that feeds the vampire queen.
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[personal profile] buryyouwithmysound 2014-12-05 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Bullets are such a pain," Marceline agrees. "You just gotta swoop down on 'em and chomp!" She floats a little higher in the air, lengthening her fangs and taking a snap at the air.

"Strawberry? The gray ones are still good."
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[personal profile] buryyouwithmysound 2014-12-05 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"I thought your species were omnivores. Oh well." She throws the gray strawberries, one by one, into the trash.

"I can only eat the color."
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[personal profile] buryyouwithmysound 2014-12-06 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
"One of a kind, huh?" Marceline asks. "Badass."

Shrugging, she sucks the red out of yet another strawberry.

"Well now I know."
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[personal profile] buryyouwithmysound 2015-01-01 09:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Yup. And now I know what an awesome movie this is."

She sets her bowl of strawberries aside and moves into the chair next to the not-raccoon, shape shifting into her bat form for some kind of solidarity.
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[personal profile] thestarlord 2014-12-07 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Peter isn't exactly the hotel's biggest fan. For one, it's a lot harder to grift or con when you see the same goddamn people every day and for two, he's running out of money. Running out of money means getting a job and he's tried to avoid gainful employment for the majority of his adult life. He's not looking to turn over a new leaf.

He's trying to decide if it's worth it to tend bar for a night when he ends up just wandering around, trying in vain to see if there's a door back home. He'll take anything, at this point, up to and including prison. At least he gets three meals a day there free of charge, right?

He winds up in the basement and finds Rocket who, presumably, hasn't made his furry ass back home yet either.

"Yippy-ki-yay?" Peter says, echoing the line on screen. He thinks it must be after his time, though he does recognize Bruce Willis.
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[personal profile] thestarlord 2015-01-01 05:02 am (UTC)(link)

"Practically forever," Peter says. He doesn't exactly have the best memories of "home," such as it is. Most of Earth is wrapped up in losing his mother and it's not something he's really looking to relive.

"And everything after 1985 sucks anyway. I recognize the actor, though. It's Bruce Willis."