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bakerstreet2017-02-13 11:01 pm
maliceaforesock) wrote in bakerstreet2017-02-13 11:01 pm
rain rain go away...
caught in the rain
it started out quietly, and then, quite suddenly, you're caught in a storm. Time to find cover. Nothing much to do but to wait it out.
Scenarios listed below for those who want 'em.
i WHERE:
001 PLAYGROUND - Well, you can try to hide under the slide or maybe in the jungle gym... at least you're some place fun?
002 PARK - Always happens, caught outside trying to take advantage of the weather... and it ends up pulling a fast one on you.
003 STORE FRONT - Better hope they have an awning you can take advantage of
004 THE BEACH - Not exactly the best place to be during a rainstorm, however it is possible to get caught in a sudden storm
005 WILD CARD - Anyway you want it
ii HOW:
001 TREE - Not the best cover, but it'll have to do, stay close to the roots and you won't get too wet.
002 UMBRELLA - Most conventional... Kinda boring. But it works.
003 NEWSPAPER - Not permanent, but it'll have to do. Good luck
004 BAG - Well... y'gotta do what you gotta do.
005 NONE - You know what. You're a rebel. You don't need cover. Screw convention
006 WILD CARD - that's the way you need it
iii WHY:
001 REJECTED - Welp. Rejection sucks. And no one will see you crying in the rain.
002 WAITING - For the bus? For someone else? For some revelation? What are you waiting for.
003 MELANCHOLY - Sometimes the best place to feel a bit down is out in the rain.
004 HAPPINESS - Is everything going your way? Are you singing a refrain while walking down the lane? Just singin. Singin' in the rain.
005 ANGER - WELL YOU KNOW WHAT. SCREW YOU TOO RAIN.
006 WILD CARD - Anyway you want it.
>> POST with your character
>> TAG others, use RNG if you need to, or just make up your own scenario if you want!
>> HAVE FUN.
peter quill | guardians of the galaxy | ota
melancholic walk in the rain under umbrellas
[... Is the only name that Monts speaks up about as she twirls her unusually brightly colored umbrella as she strolls through the medium heavy rain. They're on a planet known for consistent rainfall throughout the entire year with only a few periods of time in between for the twin suns to shine down on its surface. Marianna had brought an umbrella from her home after being informed about their wet destination.
She looks at Peter at smiles lightly.]
He wrote some rather depressing short stories about Venus and the rain. I guess I was just reminded of that, but fortunately, it's much nicer here.
[It's evening and she can't help, but look up at the cloudy sky where she can still see hints of the endless galaxy beyond them. Rainy yes, but here one can see aurora-like colors swirl and mingle in the starry sky, beyond the rain. It was like a festive amusement park light show.
Drops of water slide off of the sunflower she holds in her hands, balanced on her shoulder.]
I don't think this umbrella sticks out that much does it?
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The name kind of rings a bell, which is why Peter doesn’t immediately blurt that aloud, but it still earns Monts a quirked eyebrow, a curious sort of look. Good thing she goes on to explain, though it doesn’t help too much.
The planet, Nariski-3, is a gloomy place, he grants, but it’s also one of the most peaceful. Something about the rain, he figures. Something about the people who live here, who instead of being made miserable by the near constant rain, find beauty in it. It mellows them out, Peter guesses, and he’s sure there’s a lot to be said about sociological impacts and stuff about how living around so much precipitation has such and such effects on the brain and blah blah blah, but—
Mostly, Peter figures the rain just makes everyone sleepy.
The little glimpses of the sky also prove one of the other commonly held beliefs about the planet: it’s one of the most beautiful locales in the system. The rain makes the plant life lush and vibrant, fills the lakes and creeks to the brim. It’s pretty here. It’s nice. And that’s why he brought Monts.
Peter’s own umbrella is dark red – and he had always been kind of disappointed as a kid, realizing that the folks on this side of the galaxy had more or less the same solution to deal with rain as they did on Earth. The umbrella is sturdy, though, less likely to flip inside out on a strong gust of wind, and he guesses that’s something.
At her question, he glances over, casts her a crooked smile. ]
Nah. I think most people will just think you’ve got a cute, alien flower umbrella and move on.
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Thanks for bringing me here by the way. [And Monts really means it too.]
Admittedly, I had my reservations when you told me how much rain there was going to be, but I've been pleasantly surprised.
[It's what she likes best about Peter Quill; not just the free space adventures (well free is good), but the fact that she's lucky enough to have a laid back, but sharp enough human guide to show her parts unknown, the infinite and beautiful vastness of the worlds beyond Earth. Just a few hours ago, Monts had holed herself up in the room provided for her on the ship and there had been some sort of dark aura that emanated from her, probably no thanks to the monster under skin.
Maybe it's the company. Maybe it's the rain. Either way, when she was convinced to go outside, it felt like her worries and heaviness was slowly washed away with the trickling rain.]
Sorry if I sounded short with you aboard the ship. Probably nothing new though, right?
[She says this jokingly because we all know the kinds of trouble Star-Lord gets into.]
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Sometimes, Peter is not unlike a child. ]
It's fine.
[ This, as he's turning back toward her. ]
I mean, seemed like you just weren't in a mood for company.
[ He lets the rain patter against the material of his umbrella for a few seconds, and he wants to ask a whole lot of questions, like, What the hell was that about, anyway? Or Are you sure you actually want to be here?
Or, most of all, Do you want to go home?
But he shoves all of those questions away and settles instead on, ]
So? What do you think? [ And he asks it with an expansive gesture, as if to encompass the planet as a whole. His grin is boyish, eager, like a kid showing off his newest toy. ]
Pretty, right?
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[She laughs lightly at her own joke, but she nods.]
More than pretty. It's amazing; I mean, there's no way you can see stars like this during a rainfall on Earth.
[There's a thoughtful hum as she finishes that thought before she blinks and looks at Peter somewhat seriously.]
Hey. Have you ever thought of settling back down there? Or too much wanderlust and treasure hunting in you to do that?
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(He thinks, Uh-oh. Brace for impact.)
All things considered, the question isn't too unexpected. He shrugs his shoulders, turning away to kick into another puddle, water splashing around his boots. ]
Thought about it, when I was younger. [ When he had a ship, and the option was suddenly available. ] Decided against it.
[ He pauses, and while there's a big fucking explanation for it, he only offers to tip his hand a little; the last thing he wants to get into is Peter Quill and His Issues With What Used To Be Home. ]
Just figured there wasn't much left for me there, you know?
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[Her tone is so light as if she isn't going to push him, but instead it follows up with just a quick jib at him.]
You're missing out on a lot of great music.
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That’s what Terran friends are for, I’m pretty sure. Cluing me in on all the crap I’ve missed.
Why do you ask?
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[Monts holds out her hand so that the raindrops hit her palm.]
I've been thinking about what I'm going to do in the future lately. And hopping around in space with you and the crew... It's given me a lot of thought.
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You'd think that. But finding buyers is always the big problem.
[ That, and Peter doesn't ever see himself settling down. He's been running for too long, by now; it's in his blood, fused to his bones. He needs to move, needs to travel, needs to take in as much as he can.
Besides, he's already got a home – on his ship. With his new, weird little family. What else could he need?
When she continues on, Peter glances over, eyebrows rising slightly in surprise. ]
Yeah? [ Then, a little carefully, ] So... what've you been thinking?
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Her answer to his question? It's a little...]
I was thinking of being an accountant.
[... Mundane? She gestures with her index finger playfully.]
Now, I know what you're thinking...
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Do you? 'Cause I'm thinking, Holy shit, that sounds boring as hell.
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But you see, I like math and keeping track of finances. I'm quite good at it if I do say so myself.
[Hell, it may not have been noticeable, but once Monts figured out the conversion among the various currencies throughout their travels, she hardly needed anyone's help to make calculations when making her own lackadaisical purchases.]
What did you think I could be at first glance? Because when I look at you, it's hard to imagine anything else then charming space rogue.
[Is she laying it on thick with that teasing? Maybe.]
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You think I'm charming?
[ Wait, no, that's not the point. He pauses as they walk, turning to her give her a quick once over. The rain beats out a quiet tattoo on his umbrella, hisses as it falls to the ground around them, kicking up a soft, low mist.
Eventually, with some finality, he says, ]
Super model.
[ he may or may not be taking this question seriously. ]
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[And his answer is met with a pause and then she turns to face him with a brow raised.]
Really? First choice and all?