bakerstreet | Cheer Up!

The Cheer Up Meme!

Your character is having a bad day (or week, or month, or year, or life). They're in a funk and it's obvious to anyone that comes across them. What's there to do? Why, cheer them up, of course!

Does your character welcome it? Do they know this strange benefactor trying to make them feel better? Will their efforts work? No matter:

It's time to turn that frown upside down.

How this works:
→ Leave a comment with the usual information in the subject line: character name, fandom. Any preferences, including what you don't want, should be included as well. For added effect, use their woobie/sadclown/depressed/h+c icons.
→ Congratulations, your character is being cheered up by whoever tags them!
→ Tag around. Please please tag around.
→ Feel free to roll RNG (1-9) if you cannot come up with "methods" of your own.
→ Have fun, and be excellent to each other!

1 — A hug! (You looked like you could use one.)
2 — Compliments! (A boost in your self-esteem is a boost for...justice?)
3 — Food! (I'll go get the cheesecake.)
4 — Joke! (Haven't you heard of the healing power of laughter?)
5 — Adventure! (Get your shoes and jacket, we're getting out of here.)
6 — Puppies/kitties/foxes/bunnies/etc.! (Because who can turn down an animal?)
7 — Drinks! (Nothing like a beer to wash down that sorrow.)
8 — Games! (Shut up and jump rope.)
9 — Fuck da police. (In other words, the random/whatever option.)

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[Would be absolutely terrible on both ends. Come at me.]

[ Peter's not sure what's been up with Gamora lately, but he doesn't ask. One of the things each of the Guardians has learned from living together is to never push if they wanted to escape the encounter without a split lip. If and when they're ready, they would find one of the others, open up about whatever bit of their past was haunting them; or they'd chase away their own demons, manage to keep them at bay for at least a little while longer. It never takes more than a few days, usually.

But then again, there are two things Peter Jason Quill has never been known for: his ability to learn or his ability to stay patient.

Today they're on Xandar, having just reported the successful completion of their most recent assignment (disbanding a drug ring, at this point, is pretty much a cakewalk for the team). The day is still young and bright as they're leaving the headquarters, and it's then that Peter realizes that, for once, they find themselves with some free time.

And he grins, waving the others on ahead with a stern warning to not shoot, maim, or blow up anyone. He also exchanges a meaningful glance with Groot, telling him to keep an eye on the other two, before turning his attention to Gamora. ]

So!

[ Peter hooks his arm around Gamora's shoulders. It says a whole fucking lot that he's not afraid she'll divest him of the limb (at least not immediately), even given the fact that she's rebuffed most of his advances. (Admittedly they were half-assed attempts on his part, since he knew she'd turn him down anyway.) Still, he never learns. ]

Have I mentioned, lately, how gorgeous you are? Even when you're stabbin' dudes? [ He pauses, then corrects, ] No, especially when you're stabbin' dudes. It's seriously sexy.

[Gamora has never been the opening up type. Nor has she ever had anyone to open up to - her sister, Nebula, being the only person she was close to, and even then that was mostly only in proximity. They were raised together under Thanos's cruel wing, where feelings had been something undesirable, to be avoided or stamped out at all costs.

And now, suddenly, she is free. She has friends. She's part of a group who single-handedly saved the galaxy. But she is still Gamora, warrior, assassin, former left hand of Thanos. Needless to say, it is difficult to reconcile the two. Her new life keeps reminding her of the old, and sometimes - it can be a glance from Drax or a thoughtless comment from Rocket - she is reminded all too sharply of who she used to be.

She wonders if she is still that person, even now that she is free from Thanos.

Caught up in her own thoughts as the group leave Xandar headquarters, Gamora uncharacteristically doesn't even notice Peter until he has his arm around her. She stiffens, hand going automatically to the gun at her belt. Her fingers fall just shy of it and she returns them to her side, curling into a fist.]

Would you like a demonstration? [Deadpan. Not a joke, although it's always hard to tell, with her.]

Hell yeah I would. I've got a few outstanding tabs a few systems over, if you don't mind.

[ For his part, he says it lightly, not bothering to remove his arm -- but it's held there lightly, in deference to her ability to rip it from his body and beat him with it. Anyway, it's totally a joke, what he says. A lot of the time, it seems like everything's a joke to Peter.

But that's not true, regardless of how he may act. For one, the well-being of his team is something he will always take seriously, even if they tell him not to worry, even if they tell him to shove his concern up his ass. They're his family, now, or as close to one as he has anymore. He has no clue how much longer this thing might last (and by all rights, they should've disbanded three times over by now). He hopes it'll last forever, honestly, so he's trying, in his own way, to keep everyone together and happy. ]

But we can wait on that. We've got some free time, y'know. Anything you wanna do planet-side? Barhopping? Shopping? Target practice? [ He sweeps his free arm in a grand motion. ] The world's your oyster.

No.

[Gamora favors him with a look then, but it's one of consternation and mild annoyance. He's always coming out with these odd sayings, half the time she suspects to confuse Drax. Sometimes, though, they don't translate, even for her.

It's another reminder of how different she is to him. In some ways, she can relate more to the Destroyer, despite his former loathing for her. Sometimes she's fairly certain he still hates her, but his disdain is only merely vexing. It's better than blind acceptance, she feels.

She supposes that in the end, she doesn't feel as if she deserves to be free.]

What is an oyster?

[ He blinks, then realizes what he said (a lot of his little sayings are purposefully chosen, as a reminder to himself of his life on Earth; other times, he honestly forgets himself). ]

Oh, uh. It's this sort of sea creature thing on Earth. It's kinda like-- [ He cups his hands together, then parts them like a clam. ] -- like this, only pretend my hands are hard shells, and pretend that the inside has a squishy thing. Sometimes, sand gets inside, and it, like, turns into this precious stone called a pearl. Don't ask me how or why.

So-- [ He sweeps his arm again, no less grandly. ] The world is your hard-shelled, pearl-making sea creature thingy.

Cheer Up!

Gamora | Guardians of the Galaxy

rolled 2, but we may have to go through all those prompts...

Yes. ALL OF THEM.

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