catch-all — take a sad song and make it better ;

[respiting]

Who: rocket and you
When: post-august event
Where: solvunn settlements, the horizon
What: a day in the life (and also building his horizon)
Warnings: none so far but will warn if they come up!


my schemes are just like all my dreams — solvunn ;

[ It's just another day in the commune, and in his newly mended and much better fitting robes (with pockets!), Rocket makes the rounds. Not that he makes a point of it at all, or says anything, or even thinks about it but he's taken to helping the locals whenever he sees an opportunity: mostly simple stuff like mending fences and roofs, fixing up tools, and then there's the odd wrangling of a goat.

Because, yeah. After his confrontation with some weird too-many-armed creature in defense of the goats, he's been keeping an eye on them a little. Every now and again. Just because.

Throughout the day(s) he can be found:

i) Mending said fences, just knee-deep in manual labour and looking surprisingly content while doing it. It's not just busy work (even thought it kinda is) but there's a surprising kind of productive feeling to the act. Maybe even something like ... fulfillment. But like hell is he ever gonna admit such a thing. Gross.

ii) Later, he might be found at one of the nearby little drinking holes, taking a local up on their offer for a free meal for helping them with a task (this time it was fixing a roof). If he recognizes you, he'll nod his head, which is essentially your cue to join him if you want. ]

Eh. Anything you want, it's on me. They owe me like twenty more of these things just today.

[ iii) And finally, at the end of the day Rocket will be making his way back to the treehouse near the Black Eye Lakes. He pauses as the sun sets to lift his head towards the bright orange skies and watch them for just a little bit.

To no one in particular (though clearly within earshot of you): ]

Well, I guess it's not all bad here.

here am i floating 'round my tin can — the horizon ;

[ Rocket's experience with the Horizon is still a little new and will take a little practice, but following his last visit there with Vash, in which there had been a lot of empty barren land and not much else, he decides that it's finally time to get to work on his own space.

He doesn't take up a whole lot of that space because being ruler of a planet or a kingdom or even grounded land has never been Rocket's ambition. Instead, it's a metal platform that he's currently working on, which stands beneath a system of control panels and steering systems that have already been installed, lights glowing through the motherboard. It looks like it's the kind of thing that will take a hell of a lot of work, and it'll be slow in its progress, but it's precise and it's exactly the way that Rocket wants it.

It's the starts of a spaceship. ]

Yeah. [ He makes a sweeping gesture with his free claw, while the other readjusts his goggles. There's a small shiny little symbol to signify the Chariot emblazoned on the side.

He points to the box of tools to the side, perfectly sized to him and looking already worn and well-loved. ] Yeah, that thing. Can you pass it over?

and oh, it's never quite as it seems — wildcard ;

[ feel free to leave your own starter below in any such fashion you wish if the above don't quite work for you! i'm down to party with anything and reach out to me via plurk/PM/discord to hash out any details! ]

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[thepath]

[ Yeah, nobody ever expects the former luxury yacht. In any case, Cal whistles softly in admiration at the number of prisons Rocket has busted out of, his eyebrows raising. ]

Twenty three? Can't say I've ever had that pleasure. Unless you count breaking into prison and then breaking out again?

[ BD-1, back to investigating the ship, interjects in tones of dissent. Beep-boop-beep. ]

It was technically a prison. The prison was there.

[respiting]

[ If Rocket puffs his chest out just a smidgeon, you saw nothing, okay.

(But he is kinda proud.)

But he chuckles now, looking between Cal and the little robot-thing poking about the makings of his ship. He won't even admonish it, he's curious about what Cal's just said. ]

Is that what you did?

[thepath]

[ Look, a 100% success rate out of twenty three attempts is pretty impressive. Cal can let Rocket have it. ]

It was more like a fortress.

[ He concedes the not-technically-just-a-prison argument to BD-1. Which probably makes the heist more difficult, actually. Fortress Inquisitorius, home of the Inquisitors, a group of dark Force users led by Darth Vader himself. ]

But they had, uh. Something important. That would've been bad news for a lot of innocent kids. So we went in and stole it back.

[ (By we, he's of course including BD-1, who beeps in agreement.) But his tone is so nonchalant that it might seem like the whole thing was easy. It wasn't. Cal was stabbed in the chest with his own lightsaber and almost drowned to death. ]