otherwordly meme

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 Otherwordly Meme

Sometimes all you need is a word to spark off an idea.

1. Post a comment with your character's name, canon, and any preferences you may have (no shipping, no smut, etc.)

2. Leave the comment blank or post a word or two in the body.

It may also help if you list scenarios you would like to play.

3. Reply to other people, either with words you picked out, or words they posted as prompts for a thread.

( A cleanup of the previous Otherwordly Meme. )

Comments

[kevinbacons]

hope this works!

[nostalgiabomb]

[ All things considered, it's not the worst bar they could've stumbled on.

Somehow, the Guardians of the Galaxy have something of a sixth sense for the seediest establishments in the quadrant, find themselves drawn there like moths to a flame, if the moths were a band of former outlaws turned kind-of-not-terrible-but-not-really-good guys, and the flame was, you know.

A shitty club.

But here they are: an assassin, a thief, a thug and his bonsai, and a maniac. Lucky for all of them, the bar isn't all that crowded; Peter knows all too well how Drax tends to get when he's drunk, and considering no one volunteered to babysit the guy, Peter's hoping he doesn't get into too much trouble on his own. Rocket and Groot wander off to some corner to roll dice, or whatever it is Rocket does when he's watching Groot. Peter, in the meanwhile, stands at the bar, chats up anyone who happens to catch his eye, but it's a token effort, at best. His gaze keeps wandering, drawn to the balcony like a magnet, and after maybe the tenth time, he grabs his drink and excuses himself.

It's much cooler, once he steps onto the balcony; the air inside had been thick and muggy. Out here, it's relatively crisp – a change that makes him breathe out a small sigh of relief. The other thing he notices is that it's pretty out here – splashes of color in the evening sky, gases and stardust swirling among pinpoints of stars. It's been a while since the team has seen anything actually breathtaking, and Peter takes a second to appreciate the view before sidling up beside Gamora.

Knowhere all over again, he thinks, only now, they mostly trust each other. Gamora isn't as likely to pull a knife on him, these days – probably, anyway. And— this time around, Peter isn't looking for a quick fling, as he had been before.

For a second, he stands there beside her, leaning forward on the railing with his elbows, holding his glass by its lip and swirling the dark red liquor. ]

So.

[ He drags the word out on an exhale. Then, he turns to her, puts on his brightest, most charming, most roguish smile. ]

You come here often?

i love it

[kevinbacons]

[ being around others, having friends - wasn't something gamora was used too. it wasn't something she'd ever think she'd have. they may have been the biggest idiots in the galaxy but she cared about them, she cared about what happened to them. and she hoped they'd stay together.

she didn't spend much time in the bar. she got herself a drink and did a quick scan of the place. it was instinct, she was looking for anything that could be a potential threat. when she was positive there wasn't any (at least no immediate ones) she slipped away to the balcony. she leans against the railing looking out at the sky.

it was peaceful out here, calm and still. it was so different from the life she had known before.

she turns her head when peter approaches. she doesn't get what he's saying is a line at first, and when it sinks in there is a hint of a smile on her face. she's well aware that peter had been attracted to her. at first she had wanted nothing to do with it, she had heard stories of peter quill. stories of the type of man he was, and she refused to become another one of those women.

but peter had been different than the stories told her, especially once she got to know him. he was a good man. even if he didn't realize it. honestly, she doesn't know what to do when someone likes her - when it's genuine. it's almost scary, it's new. ]

Not as often as I'd like.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ That smile, slight as it is, is enough to make something weird and fuzzy flutter in his stomach, enough to make his smile widen at least a hair. It's dangerous, this thing he feels for her. It's stupid and childish and has all the hallmarks of something that can only end in a fiery explosion, but—

Man, has he got it bad.

He tries to keep a lid on it, though, tries to downplay it. "Just friends," he'll say when prompted.

Never mind that his crush is possibly the worst kept secret in the galaxy – Peter just doesn't know it yet.

When she plays along instead of shutting him down, his own smile widens, and he looks up at the sky again. ]

Same for me, actually. Work gets me runnin' around all over the galaxy. Don't often get the chance to appreciate quiet nights like these.

[ His gaze slides over to her, his eyebrow quirking slightly. ]

Or pleasant company.

[kevinbacons]

[ there was a time where she would have strangled peter without hesitation. a time where she wanted nothing to do with him. it wasn't part of the plan. he wasn't part of the plan. she liked peter, he was her friend. feelings beyond that though were foreign to her. would she even recognize those feelings if she had them? would she know what to do with them?

she's able to recognize the feelings in others though, not that she'd need that to know how peter felt about her. at first she didn't know what to think, then she was annoyed - now? she didn't mind. maybe there was a part of her that liked it. maybe there was a part of her that returned those feelings and she was yet to realize it (and there were).

her smile widens slightly. ]

And what do you like to do on nights like these?

[nostalgiabomb]

Stargaze, sometimes.

[ He nods up toward the sky, taking a second to admire just how pretty it is. Living so much of his life on ships meant that a lot of the time, space kind of became a backdrop – easily forgotten and ignored. But nights like these, when he actually bothers to pay attention, remind him of how seriously rad it is to live life as a spaceman. ]

Listen to music. Dance. Whatever it takes to relax, you know?

What about you?

[kevinbacons]

Dance.

[ she repeats the word, a smile still tugging on her lips. she had once heard drax say that there were two types of people in the galaxy - those who danced and those who did not. as far as she knew drax would put the two of them in different categories. ]

Relaxing is good, it's just been a while.

[ and her version of relaxing, the rare time she actually did wasn't most people would consider relaxing. polishing swords didn't really fall into that category. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

“A while”? [ He repeats it back, feigning an air of astonishment. ]

Well, that’s an absolute crime. Seriously. Just the worst.

We’ve seriously gotta fix that.

[ He turns to face her, leaning with his hip against the railing. It’s funny, how much easier it is to flirt with Gamora when he’s only pretending, when he’s playing at a part, because his more earnest overtures were met with exasperated looks and stonewalling. With this, at least, Gamora seems to be playing along, like it’s a game.

It’s a little sad, Peter thinks, but he’s more than happy to take it. ]

Unless by “relaxing” you mean you want to, like, sit down with a whetstone and sharpen knives until they can split hairs lengthwise. ‘Cause as seriously fun as that sounds, I’m all out of whetstones, unfortunately.

[kevinbacons]

[ she turns to face him and raises her brow expectantly. once he had annoyed her, now she found she was enjoying his company more and more. they were friends, a family. but sometimes she liked it when it was just the two of them like this. it was strange to her and she tried not to think about it too much. some things were better left that way. ]

You could tell another story of one of your earth heroes.

[ it must have been exciting to come from a planet with so many exciting heroes. ]

Or I can show you how to make whetstones.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He huffs out a quick laugh at that. Peter really has no shortage of stories, thanks to a childhood spent sitting in his living room or in theaters, watching TV and movies. And, okay, maybe Peter bent the truth on a few of those, made them out to be legends and myths instead of the low budget affairs they sometimes were, but it's not like the fibs hurt anyone.

(Peter's still not sure what he'd do if they ever ran across a copy of Footloose at a junker. He thinks Gamora would still love it, but would she be disappointed that Kevin Bacon wasn't the great, awe-inspiring hero he made him out to be?

Hard to say.) ]

I'd be good with either of those options.

[ He drains the last of the liquor in his glass before lifting it up, giving it a light shake. ]

But to start, I could maybe... buy you a drink?