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[furibund]

WHO: Nebula (furibund) & YOU (open and closed prompts)
WHAT: August Catchall
WHERE: Throughout the city
WHEN: August! (it's a day early but)
WARNINGS: Will updated as necessary


tinymintywolf

OOC / WILDCARD

You are always welcome to add me on plurk hopewillbloom or PM me for plotting! Discord is on request/closer CR because I will goldfish DMS. If you'd like me to make you a random starter always feel free to ask! Or to ask me to do the same. New prompts throughout the month! An easy prompt is Nebula is trying to meet people and share possible information. Something, something they gotta make Friends she guesses.

General content warnings for Nebula may be mentions of painful body modifications via torture (mental, if not in dialogue; but usually try to avoid)

Comments

[nostalgiabomb]

Yeah. It was awful.

[ If nothing else, a life as a space pirate meant he never had to do another ice breaker game again. He wouldn't go so far as to thank either Ego or Yondu for that, but it was one of many small perks. ]

Maybe they expect us to eventually start earning our keep. Start running all these abandoned shops.

[ Maybe Peter will get to be a bartender. He'd be so good!!! ]

[furibund]

Sounds it.

[ Noncommittal, maybe with a touch of she'd stab anyone who thought to try and make her do such nonsense. The stupid sharing of items the last few weeks was bad enough, she still wanted to strangle someone for it. ]

The bank would start needing to carry something of value, then. And you'd have terrible customer service.

[ Said with a thin-bladed smile of nearly hidden amusement, because Nebula wouldn't be good at it either. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter cuts her a narrow-eyed look at that – as if to say, "I'd be great at customer service," – but a quick moment of consideration eventually earns her a tip of his head to one side, as if conceding the point. Maybe he could fake it, for a little while (the bright smile that didn't reach his eyes, the "sirs" and "ma'ams" and "have a good ones" that come part and parcel with the service industry), but eventually he'd probably lose his shit after one too many "let me talk to your managers." ]

That gets us right back to thieving, then.

[furibund]

[ See? And that look - that look back - is one of steady rare amusement, daring him to challenge it. But he doesn't and for a moment, a brief blink and you'll miss it moment, she looks almost pleased. Almost. If only she knew in some What Ifs? he worked at a Dairy Queen.]

You could try a little harder than jumping back to old habits.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He looks for a smug, at least for a heartbeat, but the expression is quickly replaced as he rolls his eyes. ]

Rich, coming from someone who was trying real hard to blow up city hall.

[furibund]

Don't be ridiculous.

[ Blandly, met with a roll of her eyes and the same half-near amusement: ]

Blowing up buildings were last resort.

[ Definitely not things they didn't do, but it'd be pretty bad if assassinations went first to blowing things up. We only blow up our sisters around here. ]