FLIP TURNED UPSIDE DOWN.

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ROLE SWAP MEME It's time to shake things up, everyone! Have you ever wondered how the other half lives? Well, now it's time to find out! We're gonna go really simple with it this time. Maybe you were a hero, now you're a villain. Maybe you were the older sibling and now you're the younger one. Maybe you were an ice cream man and now you're a super hero (who is also an ice cream man). Maybe you were a cop and now you're us instead. Essentially you're playing your character in a different kind of role than they would usually be in. If their personality hasn't changed how do they fit in their new role? If their personality HAS changed, how so? It's a fun thing to explore. • Top level your character. If you'd like, put any preferences for what kind of role swap you'd like to play out, what your character's usual role is, so on and so forth. • Reply to other characters! Canon, cross-canon, whatever. You can be a hero in one world and a villain in another without even changing your ideals. • Have fun!

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[nostalgiabomb]

[ He nods, curling his hand around his mug of coffee. ]

That should be fine.

[ A beat, then, dryly, ]

If it's not too boring for you.

[godslay]

Of course it's too boring.

[ Her tone is light, instead of resentful, like before. ]

But for now, we either take boring work or none at all, and the latter isn't an option.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He casts her an appraising look and offers a small, approving nod. ]

All right.

[ He drains the last of his coffee, setting the mug aside. ]

If you'd rather get some rest, I don't mind finishing your watch.

[godslay]

[ Her own coffee is still half-full, and she rolls the mug between her palms. ]

Are you saying you don't want my company?

[ Her lips quirk in that roguish way, clearly teasing. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He casts her a flat, unimpressed look. ]

You were stomping on my last nerve, earlier.

[ Though there's no heat or conviction behind the words. ]

[godslay]

So that means you want me to stay now?

[ She rests her chin on her palm, her elbow on the table as she leans comfortably forward. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He lets out a quiet huff, something that might be a laugh. ]

You would know if I didn't want you here.

[godslay]

[ Her smile isn't quite so smug (maybe a little warmer, instead). ]

I would.

[ He's not subtle at all. ]

More coffee?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He is absolutely subtle, though not when being blunt will carry him further.

At her question, he stands, collecting his mug. ]

I can take care of it. Would you want any more, or are you returning to your liquor?

[godslay]

[ She casts the bottle a thoughtful glance, considering it briefly, before she nudges her mostly-finished mug across the table. ]

A warm-up, if you don't mind.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He collects her mug with a soft hum, moving back to the counter as he goes through the motions. He lets that hold his attention for a few moments, but eventually, ]

Where would you want to go?

[ And while the question is meant for Gamora, he directs the words to the coffee maker, voice hesitant and uncertain. ]

To... "relax."

[ It practically feels like a foreign word on his tongue. ]

[godslay]

[ Gamora turns in her seat to watch Peter with the coffee, an almost absent smile on her lips (that soft one that appears whenever she's just looking at him, for no reason other than to look).

The question, however, catches her off guard, and she doesn't have an immediate response. ]

Well... I was looking at places that seemed to be offering good food, perhaps some good music.

[ Because music almost always means dancing. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He lets out a soft, acknowledging hum, bringing back his coffee and Gamora's warmed mug. ]

Look for something with a stronger Nova Corps presence.

[godslay]

[ Gamora reaches for her mug, nodding absently as she holds the warmth close in her palms. ]

I think there are some near Xandar – smaller than any of their celebrations, but close enough the Corps would be prominent.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He claims his seat again, briefly glancing at the holopad before letting his gaze drift back to Gamora. ]

And you should wait long enough to let yourself heal. I doubt you'd enjoy yourself if you spent most of your time exhausted or in pain.

[godslay]

In the next few weeks, then.

[ She pauses to sip at her coffee, but after a little thought, she offers, ]

When I am healed, though... are you still going to dance with me?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ For a brief moment, he grows still at that question, peering down at the dark contents of his mug. Then, mildly, ]

I gave you my word, as I recall.

[godslay]

[ She waits for his answer, not quite realizing she's holding her breath, until that agreement makes her exhale with actual relief. Her smile isn't bright, isn't smug, but it's crooked and pleased. ]

Then I'll find the best place for it.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He glances up to catch that small, pleased smile – wholly different from the smiles she offers almost anyone else. These particular smiles seem... private. He doubts that they're exclusive to him, but he has the feeling that he sees them more often than anyone else.

He's not entirely sure what to do with that, with the odd ground they're stepping onto, and not for the first time, he wonders if he ought to start pulling back. ]

Preferably somewhere where our being recognized doesn't spur kitchen staff to attempt to murder us in broad daylight.

[godslay]

Then maybe somewhere being recognized will earn us free drinks instead.

[ That's the usual response, after all.

As long as the Guardians aren't just making a mess of things, in the first place. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ The corner of his mouth briefly pulls upward before he drinks from his mug. ]

I'm not sure a place like that exists.

[ Peter has had awful luck where his infamy is concerned. There was a time where he might have taken the attempts on his life – and his survival of them – as a point of pride. Proof that others found him as dangerous as he wanted to be.

Now, though, they're... inconvenient. Especially when it means his teammates get caught in the crossfire. ]

[godslay]

We'll find something, I'm sure.

[ She tips her head thoughtfully. ]

Or I'll just buy your drinks.

[nostalgiabomb]

I think you overestimate how much I enjoy drinking.

[ That is to say, Peter doesn't enjoy it at all, considering his mods make quick work of filtering it through his system. ]

[godslay]

[ She gives a small, acknowledging hum. ]

I'll buy your meal?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Another quiet, amused huff. ]

You don't have to buy me anything.