[Heroes Assembled] Groot Fan Fiction - Fine Dining on the Milano

 

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Fine Dining on the Milano
Date of Scene:	31 January 2021
Location:	Common Area - Milano
Synopsis:	In which mealtime is all just a setup for a good Quill burn.
Cast of Characters:	Rocket, Groot, Peter Quill, Nebula

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Rocket has posed:
It's chow time on the Milano! That means various plates of things laid out on a large table. Some of it is identifiable as coming from one culture or another, such as some Earth foods, but there's also stuff that may need the World's Greatest Detective to figure out what it is.

Rocket is in the midst of munching his way through a plate of something that's a mix of squirmy, shelled, like some kind of space shrimp, and generally not very appealing to most with a more sensitive palate. One might gather Rocket's got few reservations when it comes to whether or not something is considered edible.

His first plate is nearing the point of being emptied, and he is not a quiet eater either. Snap/grunt/snork/chomp and so on.

Groot has posed:
Groot is hanging out in the mess trying to figure out how to hide chocolate seedlings in a small ship so that Nebula can't find them. He is also watching He eats something that looks like a cracker.

Peter Quill has posed:
Rocket's not the only one making noise at the table Quill's headphones are blasting out tunes loud enough that the rest of the table can hear some Terran asking what war is good for, apparently, absolutely nothing. Still as a bit of whatever it is that Rocket's eating lands in his bowl of cereal he scowls and pulls off the headphones. "Dude, did nobody tell you to eat..." he glances at the food. "Whatever that is with your mouth closed?"

Rocket has posed:
Sitting on a chair like a normal...thing...doesn't work so well for Rocket when it comes to being able to reach far enough over the edge of the table to eat. That's why he's standing on it, all but looming over his food like a crazed predator striking over and over and over again.

He gives Groot a glance, then a little gleam appears in his eyes before he turns his attention back toward the guy with his cereal. After a deliberately large bite of 'whatever that is,' he answers with his mouth so full, no words are actually decipherable. At least he's gesturing toward the meal in the process, as if that will help explain it all.

Groot has posed:
Groot says, "I am Groot." He offers this matter of factly as he eats his cracker and smiles he shrugs. He leans back as if anticipating something, eating the cracker like others might eat popcorn. He puts his hands behind his leafy head and watches the inevitable."

Peter Quill has posed:
Peter turns his face away, "First off, gross," he begins. "Second of all, congratulations you managed to make yourself less understandable than Groot," he turns to Groot. "No offense, buddy," before he looks down at his cereal and frowns, using his spoon to pick out the bit of Rocket's food that landed there. Hey, he only had so much of this stuff on the ship!

Rocket has posed:
Rocket says, more for Groot's benefit, "Yeah, it smells great." He's finally swallowed, and he motions for Quill to return the piece that landed in his bowl of cereal. "Give it back. I'm not done with that. Unless you wanna try it. Probably won't kill ya or nothin'."

There's no comment as to what he considers gross and what he doesn't, but he's still got some food to--

"Oh, sweet. That one's still squirming! Those are the best, when you can feel them struggling all the way down." It's a worm-like creature with countless little legs, and he drops it into his mouth to swallow before giggling uncontrollably for a few seconds, reaching for his throat. "It tickles!"

Nebula has posed:
    Nebula pauses in the doorway as she enters the common area from somewhere in the lower decks. She doesn't look pleased to see people, but then decides the best strategy is to try and ignore them. She approaches the fridge and pulls out a violet and blue squid like creature and places it on the table with a thunk.

    The creature, despite being dead, twitches its long tentacles. A flash of steal as a blade is suddenly drawn by Nebula and she stabs in to its skull. With loud cracking noises she cuts and then pries it open to get at the cherrished meat within. Finger food. It's delicious and Nebula is hungry. The smell, though, is obnoxious.

Groot has posed:
Groot says, "I am Groot." He shrugs and chuckles. He looks at Nebula and chuckles again, "I am Groot." He eats the cracker and replaces it with another. He thinks a moment and then resumes watching. He obviously never tires of the interactions among his crew mates.

Peter Quill has posed:
Peter looks at the thing on the end of his spoon and scrapes it into Rocket's bowl of squirmy things before pushing his cereal away, suddenly he wasn't that hungry, especially when the smell of whatever it was Nebula just cuts open hits him like a physical wall of stink."Wow, and I thought what the Ravagers ate smelled bad, what is that thing? And why was it in our fridge?"

Hand still up in front of his mouth he points with the other hand, "See, Groot has the right idea, crackers, not bugs and I'm guessing squid that's a couple hundred cycles past it's best before date?"

Rocket has posed:
Rocket explains to Quill, seemingly translating for Groot, "He just said if you insult him again he'll impale you with thorns bigger than you've ever seen. So I'd be careful if I were you."

This is an obvious lie, but that's what happens when only one member of the ship actually understands Groot so far. It /could/ make the nonchalant body language and chuckle seem more menacing, at least.

He's quiet long enough to watch Nebula get her squid thing and tear into it, and even his nose wrinkles and his ears lay back briefly from the stench coming off of it. "Yeah, Groot. I'm just gonna slide over this way a bit." To do this, he has to hop off the chair, push it away from Nebula a foot or two, then get back up to stand on the seat again. Oh, and he has to move his plate closer as well. A plate he subsequently cleans off, including the piece Quill returned, and says, "That's one down!"

The creature promptly tosses it behind him, where it shatters upon hitting the floor, and he wipes his hands together as if finishing up a job well done.

Nebula has posed:
    "Yes we know, you are groot," she says with annoyance that she still doesn't entirely understand what the living tree is saying. But she's lacking the true outrage she normally has at the moment. Today is a good day so far. Nothing has yet tried to destroy her, nor has anyone figured out who she is and tried to arrest her.

    Nebula cuts and scoops out slithers of the meat from the alien-squid-thing with the sharp knife and feeling charitable, she explains, "Hngng. It is at its perfect moment of ripeness. This creatures biology means it cooks itself once it dies. Plentiful, nutritional. Some times you don't get to be picky about what can be eaten."

    But let's be honest, she doesn't like people and didn't expect to run in to anyone when she came to eat and she's trying to clear the room out. Perhaps it's not going to work though. It does stink, but she's stubbornly going to put up with it now. Yet more of that 'you have been coddled' attitude, which isn't so much inaccurate as she was immensely abused by her father.

Groot has posed:
Groot considers looking more menacing to back up Rocket but is far too lazy and says, "I am Groot." He looks nonchallant but a little more interested in the goings on. He could be threatening or not, but smiles a bit sympathetically at Nebula. "I am Groot." He waits and watches.

Peter Quill has posed:
Quill shakes his head, "No he didn't," he says to Rocket's translation. "I've been fine tuning my translator and he said...something? just not that?" Maybe? Actually the translator was still pretty useless when it came to Groot. Groots looking menacing gets a shake of his Peter's head, as he looks to Nebula. "Is now one of those times? I don't think so, we've still got like half a Safeway truck worth of food in the hold."

"But we don't have a truck full of plates! What the heck are you doing?" he demands of Rocket.

Rocket has posed:
"You're working on a what?" Rocket asks, suddenly more attentive following the first part of Groot's reply, about his plans. That got an interested look, just before Quill's reveal. "I'm the only one on this ship that understands him, and don't you forget it!" he exclaims, gesturing toward the guy that looks like he could pass for an Ent.

The second part of what his not so old traveling partner in crime says gets him looking between Groot and Nebula. "You want me to tell her that? I'm not sure that's such a good idea. You don't tell someone where you're gonna hide the rest of your plants so she can't find them and light them up again." And now she knows.

Speaking of Nebula, he tells her, "That does smell especially rancid. You sharing any?"

The question is interrupted by Peter wondering about the plate, which has now become many smaller pieces of plate. "What, that? I thought you used them once and threw them away. Kind of like your dates, Quill."

Commence enough giggling that he falls off the chair, clutching his sides with the oncoming laughter. "Got you good! Hahahahaha! The look on your face right now!"

Nebula has posed:
    Nebula scowls at Groot and says, "I don't need your pity branch." She pauses and looks up and across at Peter, staring at him challengingly for a while. "Expiration dates," is what she eventually says though. "There is no need to consume the Terran junk yet."

    She slices out a piece of the meat and offers it over on knife tip to Peter. It doesn't carry the smell with it and looks like a slightly browned slice of juicy chicken. If that helps. "It is a wonder you're still alive with your lack of survival skills," she criticises.

    She stabs her knife in to the table top and glares at Groot, "Grow that Earth poison again and I won't just burn the seeds." She stands up fast enough to send the chair sliding back behind it and grips the rubbery skin of the squid creature in one hand. It crunches as she crushes it and then tosses the stinky remains in to a nearby bin, all the while staring at Groot threateningly after Rocket dobbed him in.

Groot has posed:
Groot says, "I am Groot!" He throws up his hands in exasperation and glares at Nebula, not intimidated. Much. Doing an excellent job of not looking infimidating. He sighs and shakes his head, muttering something under his breath.

Peter Quill has posed:
This is what he gets for coming out of his quarters on this ship. Peter shakes his head, at the assault on his honour and his senses that hammers into him as he is still lamenting the loss of his cereal. "Wait?!" he protests to Rocket, "I do not-" he begins, before he tilts his head considering, "Okay maybe a little but they know what they're getting into." He gives a glance towards Nebula, before adding, "Not that I'd do that to anyone really important," sisters talk right? Even semi-murderous ones.

"Hey, my survival skills are fine, and that Terran junk? It's awesome!" though not to turn down a challenge he takes the bit of meat off the knife point "If I hurl, I'm making it to your bunk before I do," he warns before popping it into his mouth.

Rocket has posed:
Rocket stops laughing long enough for his head to tilt in Peter's direction. Did he just admit to..? Oh, boy.

No words there, just to Groot right now. "You're right, you're right. I was on a high from the food and I didn't realize." He'll have to make up for it later, maybe suggest talking about it /more/ just to keep Nebula busy looking for something that's not there. That'd do it!

He can't even bring himself to insult Quill further after that little confession of his, and he merely shakes his head as he gets back to his feet. "Okay. Look. There's not gonna be any more burning of things on this ship, especially when it's Groot. So let's be more sensible and just calm d--"

He's eyeing the bin the remainder of the squid thing ended up in, and his whiskers twitch. One inch closer. Another inch. Surely nobody will notice if he moves slowly enough.

Nebula has posed:
    Nebula smirks just a touch and says, "Gamora is using you." That's all she has to say about Peter and his dating habits. As far as Nebula is concerned, Gamora uses everybody. She smirks at Rocket and says, "That is all there was in its tiny brain cavity." Yup, brain meat. She just got Peter to eat alien brain meat. It tasted kind nice though - weird texture.

    The knife is left on the table top and she folds her arms. "I give this ship and crew another two months, tops, before the rodent goes on a murder spree and I help him," ...did Nebula just attempt humour? seems like. "Stay away from my bunk Terran, or I will gut you and sell your organs. Gamora will mourn you for a few minutes and then forget you."

Groot has posed:
Groot says, "I am Groot," he shrugs and then looks at Nebula and the fight with the knife. Groot considers this, "I am Groot." He seems to be agreeing but its hard to tell. There may or may not be sarcasm there."

Peter Quill has posed:
Quill sighs and rolls his eyes, "She is not using me," he tells Nebula. "We've got a connection, she just doesn't know it yet," he says, before pre-emptively looking to Rocket and pointing. "Shut up."

Though suddenly he has other things on his mind besides Gamora, "Brain meat?" Quill looks like he may hurl after all though he doesn't make it as far as Nebula's bunk, but what's left of that squid? Yep, Terran barf all over it not to mention the rest of the trash.

Rocket has posed:
Rocket squints at Nebula. "One, I ain't a rodent. Two, it might not take that long. Three, why would you help me?" There they are, just casually talking about offing the rest of the crew, while the true owner of the ship is standing right there, looking queasy, before emptying squid brains and whatever else he'd been eating, at least making it to the bin.

Which Rocket promptly loses interest in. "I don't need to say anything else, Quill. You said enough yourself, /and/ you sprayed it afterward."

"That's right," he adds for Groot's benefit. "Too bad we don't have any of those dumb humies on board yet for a little sightseeing. We could make them clean that up or threaten to toss them out the airlock." He's quick to tell Quill, "And that was /not/ my idea. They told me to do it."

Nebula has posed:
    There is a small smirk of achievement on Nebula's face and she says of Peter, "Pathetic." She pulls the knife out of the table and spins it, then it is simply gone. "Let me know when Humans evolve to grow a spine," she says and walks out of the chaos that is the common area. She pauses at the door way and then looks back at Groot. There's words on the tip of her tongue, but of all the creatures on this tub there's always something about him that makes her stop and pause. She narrows her eyes and flashes her teeth, turns and storms off.

Groot has posed:
Groot nods sagely and says "I am Groot." He looks to Rocket and snerks. He looks at Quill and says "I am Groot." There is compasion and a little sarcasm in it but it is what it is. Meanwhile, he has another cracker and seems to totally enjoy it.

Peter Quill has posed:
Quill has no words for Rocket as he's still trying to spit out the last of the brain vomit in his mouth, the middle finger he raises the Racoon's direction however is plenty eloquent. He spits the last out and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "I'm pathetic, you're the one eating stinky brain meat!" okay not his best, but he just finished puking out his guts. He shakes his head as Nebula departs. "Soooo glad she and Gamora come as a set?" he mutters before nodding to Groot. "/Thank you/// Groot," he says, it's possible his translator is still not working entirely. "At least someone around here has a heart," he says. Did Groots have hearts? He didn't care right now. Like a certain Ravager with the stupidest name in the galaxy he was being metaphorical. "But you think you could give a couple of those crackers? I can still taste brain?"

Groot has posed:
Groot stretches. It was....close enough. Mostly. He nods and heads to another part of the ship. "I am Groot." He hands Quill the box.

Rocket has posed:
Rocket shrugs at Groot, but along the way he just /stares/ at him. "No, I'm pretty sure she doesn't want that." His attention shifts between Quill and Groot, adding, "I ain't telling him that part, so you'd better just hope that translator was working that time."

He turns to head out of the common area after Quill's given him the bird, and the shattered plate is left behind. After Peter mentions brains, Rocket is quick to retort on the way out, "Least we know you finally got some. I'm gonna go work on a few of my guns. Anybody bothering me might just get shot."