To say that this is the first time Peter woke up from sleeping on the floor would be a lie. It had happened so many times in the past, that it doesn't faze him anymore. Being raised by the Ravagers had been anything but glamorous, and he'd learned the habit of falling asleep on any available surface.
The constant beeping is annoying, but not enough to fully wake him up. He reaches blindly to the side, aiming for the snooze button of what he figures in his sleepy state is the alarm clock. The result: He ends patting the little cleaning robot's head, which only causes a new wave of (much louder) angry beeping.
Groaning, eyes still closed, Peter reaches for the 'alarm clock' again, grabs the robot, and just...yeets him away, casually throwing the poor thing in the air. If someone happens to be walking by that same hallway and got hit in the chest by a furious and alarmed robot, well...accidents happen. The Guardian is turning around on the floor and trying to get back to sleep, don't mind him.
A morning person, Peter Quill is not.
04 | You're not in Kansas anymore
Peter is walking around the ship while munching on a chocolate brownie he grabbed from the mess that was in the kitchen, trying to see if he can find a way to contact his team - his communicator seems to be dead- or if he spots any familiar faces. Now and then he stops some passerby to ask if they had seen a talking raccoon, a walking teenage tree, or a lady with antennae on her head. To say that he gets odd looks in return would be putting it kindly. Some people even try to direct him to the infirmary instead, to get him checked for a concussion.
He ends in the armory, figuring that if a place has weapons, his teammates are bound to be drawn to it at some point. Peter has his quad blasters and other devices with him, but he wants to make sure they hadn't been tampered with while he was unconscious. He finds a table and starts to make a small inventory of what's in his person, leaving items on the table in an almost comical display of never ending gadgets. His jacket and pants have a lot of pockets, and he likes them that way for a reason.
There's his Zune, thanks the Gods, both of his quad blasters, a pair of energy bolas he forgot he carried with him, the jet boot attachments that allow him to fly, a flat metal round disc that once active turns to into an aero rig, his lock picking tools, a gravity mine... A glass orb rolls down the table and bounces a couple of times on the floor, then moves away, only to be stopped by someone's feet. Peter looks over his shoulder, down at the orb, and then up at the other person.
"Oh,...Could you hand me that? Try not to shake it too much, it's a plasma sphere that can disintegrate anything in a cloud of its released plasma if shattered." He says casually, as if he's talking about the weather. Peter is pretty sure the plasma sphere is out of juice, so he's not that worried about it.
10.0/11.0 | Can anybody find me...
Peter has downed the drink without a second, following the belief that, the sooner he got things going, the more quickly he would have the chance to find one of those orbs. His scalp tingles for a few seconds, but nothing particular seems to happen. Peter checks his skin color, the number of limbs he has, and the number of eyes...everything seems normal, and he feels just as always. Because they're on the top of his head, the fails to notice the two new curved golden horns now visible among his curls.
The Guardian feels at ease around crowds and clubs, simulated or not, and even more so if there's music. Since he's aiming to accomplish a task here, it doesn't really take Peter long to make his way onto the stage. Hell, he's even having fun, soon caring less about what he came here to do in the first place and enjoying himself while singing Somebody to Love by Freddy Mercury. He even tries to get the people present to join him for the chorus, but how well that goes is up in the air.
"Not bad, uh?" He grins to his partner in crime once he steps down from the stage. And then murmurs in a lower voice. "Did you find anything useful while I was distracting them? Any clue were the orb might be?"
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Peter Quill | Gotg/MCU | ota
01 | Wake me up before you go-go...
The constant beeping is annoying, but not enough to fully wake him up. He reaches blindly to the side, aiming for the snooze button of what he figures in his sleepy state is the alarm clock. The result: He ends patting the little cleaning robot's head, which only causes a new wave of (much louder) angry beeping.
Groaning, eyes still closed, Peter reaches for the 'alarm clock' again, grabs the robot, and just...yeets him away, casually throwing the poor thing in the air. If someone happens to be walking by that same hallway and got hit in the chest by a furious and alarmed robot, well...accidents happen. The Guardian is turning around on the floor and trying to get back to sleep, don't mind him.
A morning person, Peter Quill is not.
04 | You're not in Kansas anymore
He ends in the armory, figuring that if a place has weapons, his teammates are bound to be drawn to it at some point. Peter has his quad blasters and other devices with him, but he wants to make sure they hadn't been tampered with while he was unconscious. He finds a table and starts to make a small inventory of what's in his person, leaving items on the table in an almost comical display of never ending gadgets. His jacket and pants have a lot of pockets, and he likes them that way for a reason.
There's his Zune, thanks the Gods, both of his quad blasters, a pair of energy bolas he forgot he carried with him, the jet boot attachments that allow him to fly, a flat metal round disc that once active turns to into an aero rig, his lock picking tools, a gravity mine... A glass orb rolls down the table and bounces a couple of times on the floor, then moves away, only to be stopped by someone's feet. Peter looks over his shoulder, down at the orb, and then up at the other person.
"Oh,...Could you hand me that? Try not to shake it too much, it's a plasma sphere that can disintegrate anything in a cloud of its released plasma if shattered." He says casually, as if he's talking about the weather. Peter is pretty sure the plasma sphere is out of juice, so he's not that worried about it.
The Guardian feels at ease around crowds and clubs, simulated or not, and even more so if there's music. Since he's aiming to accomplish a task here, it doesn't really take Peter long to make his way onto the stage. Hell, he's even having fun, soon caring less about what he came here to do in the first place and enjoying himself while singing Somebody to Love by Freddy Mercury. He even tries to get the people present to join him for the chorus, but how well that goes is up in the air.
"Not bad, uh?" He grins to his partner in crime once he steps down from the stage. And then murmurs in a lower voice. "Did you find anything useful while I was distracting them? Any clue were the orb might be?"
Wildcard | Fly me to the moon