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@zoe hange

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That would make the most sense.
But that would also mean they have more control over who wakes and when than I thought.

Re: @zoe hange

[aberrant_type]

Are you freshly awakened?

[godslay]

Yesterday. So, yes, "freshly."

[aberrant_type]

Likewise! Where have you been? What have you seen?

@x'rhun tia

[godslay]

[ Gamora makes an aggravated sound as she shifts her grip on her sword when the seeds try to draw her up again. ]

Great.

[ She shifts closer to the tree, wedging herself against the trunk to dig her heel into the ground. It gives her better leverage, but she still has to hold onto Godslayer. ]

Are plants like this common on the surface?

[ AKA are all of them this obnoxious? ]

[verflair]

This one is somewhat rare from what I understand, but you’ll find no shortage of other bizarre flora and fauna there.

[ He looks a little apologetic at least, for whatever that’s worth. ]

I take this to mean you’re newly awoken, yes?

[godslay]

[ She nods as she adjusts her grip. ]

A few days ago. You?

@clark kent

[godslay]

[ Gamora gives the shrimp a curious and somewhat skeptical glance, because they aren't especially pleasant to look at, but since she's willing to trust the rest of his cooking, she can give the shrimp a pass. ]

Not that I know of – though I haven't had Terran milk and cheese before.

[ Her tone makes it obvious she isn't concerned, though. ]

I am Gamora.

[ No "nice to meet you," because her manners aren't fantastic. ]

[apricitous]

[ He's lived in Metropolis for a year in a half. He's used to worse. ]

Pleasure to meet you, Gamora.

[ Things are going into pots and getting seasoned and it's all a very practiced sort of dance for him, one he has no trouble doing while maintaining eye contact with her. And giving her a neighborly smile. ]

I'd offer you a bit to try but I'm not sure that'd do the trick, so I suppose we'll avoid it for the moment. Let you get something to eat first.

[ It's nearly done at this point, to be fair, and it looks... pretty appealing, honestly. Bright red tomatoes, deep green basil, soft yellow onions and curling spaghetti that looks just about finished cooking. ]

[godslay]

[ Clark is so... pleasant. It would be a relief, compared to the company she so often keeps, except for the inconvenient part where she doesn't trust that niceness.

Ah, well.

Her offers an appreciative nod, looking from Clark and down to the pot of food. Despite not recognizing most of it, it does look fantastic, and if she's going to try Terran food, it might as well be something this appealing. ]

You didn't have to do this for me.

[ And the way she says it has that underlying, "What do you want?" tone. ]

@rocket

[godslay]

And so that's where I'm going to find you?
What about the others?

[beatupgrass]

Yep.

Mantis is the only other one of us here. It's just been me and her since Quill went back into stasis.

[godslay]

Wait, what?
He was already awake?

@venom

[godslay]

It's not ripe yet.

[ Close, but not quite.

She looks over towards some of the other produce, curious. ]

What other vegetables?

[poolhall_killer]

[Venom now feels like he should find something to get that taste out of his mouth. It still lingering as he searches for more vegetables. There are no tomatoes to be found, but he does find spinach and an alien-looking bulb of garlic. It'll work as he's starving and he's more than sure the newcomer is too.

He puts on water for boiling as he starts on chopping the spinach.]

I assume you just woke up recently? I saw that there are several new faces around the station.

[godslay]

[ Gamora nods curtly. ]

Today.

[ So, very recently. ]

How long has it been for you?

@henry montague

[godslay]

[ Well, he looks worse off than she feels.

Gamora's attention flicks up to see who else has entered the kitchen, and she appraises Henry briefly before she nods towards the food. ]

I'm fine. I'm trying to find something to eat.

[ She may be surrounded by plenty of food, but she recognizes almost none of it. ]

[disley]

Well ask the cook? There must be one around somewhere.

[It doesn't occur to Monty that there wouldn't be a cook. For this many people? Including persons of his standing, who haven't so much as toasted bread in their lives? It would be absurd. But he's far too hungover to want much in his stomach, now, and she's far more interesting than the ingredients she's laid out.]

You don't think you might be... a little off colour?

[godslay]

I haven't seen anyone.

[ Obviously, she'd be going to someone for help if she had any idea where that person might be, but considering she's had no luck on that front, she's left staring at all this odd food.

His question, however, makes her lift her eyes to give him a flat look. ]

And what is that supposed to mean?

@peter quill

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[ "Sorry" isn't exactly what she saw coming. It's not much of an apology, but since when are either of them good at apologizing? So that makes it... something.

She doesn't say anything, doesn't draw too much attention to that little offering, but she does give his arm a gentle, reassuring squeeze. ]

Do you want some of the pasta?

what the heck that gif is adorable

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He's tense as he waits for her response, for her to either throw it back in his face or to tell him his apology wasn't accepted or something.

But she doesn't say anything, and he's not entirely sure if that's better or worse. Peter's always liked hearing shit aloud, likes the affirmation, so when she doesn't respond, he lets out a slow breath. ]

Guess so.

[ Because that's a question that's easily addressed. ]

something 2 lighten the mood

[godslay]

[ Pasta is easier than picking a fight. It's also simpler than trying to unknot the mess they've made for themselves on Ego's planet and the residual emotions she doesn't quite understand.

Pasta is just pasta.

She starts to pull away, her hand drifting lightly down his arm before she steps back, breaking contact. Dishware is easy to find, and she produces a couple of bowls, scooping a helping of pasta into each and stuffing in a fork. She brings the food back – not keeping her distance from Peter this time, not maintaining that intentional space between them, and she personally holds his bowl out to him. ]

This is the first Terran food I had here. It's good.

[ Not picking on Terran tastes, not commenting on the odd shellfish that had also been in the dish Clark made for her.

Just... a small olive branch. ]

@diana

[godslay]

You’re not wrong.

[ See, Gamora can appreciate someone who agrees with her. ]

Can I assume your username is the same as your name?

[wondie]

That is correct. It asked for my name, I did not realize there was invitation for creativity.

Are you the same? Am I speaking to Gamora?

[godslay]

Yes, you are. I didn't think I would need an alias here.

[ Nor has she ever gone by one. For years, she has been Gamora, Daughter of Thanos. Now, she's Gamora, Guardian of the Galaxy.

No more, no less. ]