OPEN

[furibund]

Who: nebula + others
When: march
Where: solvunn & horizon
What: catchall for the month
Warnings:

OOC/NOTES Open prompts for the month can be found below! Feel free to start any other prompts / wildcards. If a location (say the horizon) or general prompt is a good starting point but you want to spice it up a bit, feel free to wildcard as needed! If you'd like to plot further feel free to reach out to me at hopewillbloom or discord: deadlynadder !

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[furibund]

[ At least for the moment, the mini-humies appear much more interested in the funny furry woodland creature. All but one of them turning to stare wide-eyed at Rocket; the last seemingly not liking the Groot-dad voice tries to take Nebula's hand and she... wordlessly shoots them a look before turning her attention back to Rocket. ]

Right. So stay in line and don't wonder off, or we'll let it eat you.

[ Okay. No they don't, but it sounds good enough? It sounds like a reasonable response. And while she feels the pressure of the hand of the child at her wrist there's mostly a bunch of solemn nods before she starts moving. ]

[ For now. ]

Scales. Something like that must have gotten displaced. [ Makes sense, with things tearing up as they are; If its habitat got destroyed it could wind up anywhere else. ] We'll need to make sure it doesn't get any closer to the Settlement.

[ Which is... They're a lot further in than she was when she started. ]

[respiting]

[ That gets a small chuckle out of Rocket, in any case. He's pretty sure Peter Quill wound up traumatized when Yondu used the same logic on him, all the way into his adulthood.

Hilarious, honestly.

And a great parenting technique.

Thoughts of Yondu has Rocket feeling a little bit heart-sore, but it doesn't feel as bad as it used to, at least. ]

Mm. [ Rocket grunts in agreement, his thoughts having been along the same lines. There have been a lot of that lately — changing weather patterns, creatures getting tossed about; it's possible that creatures from other worlds found a way back into this one again.

He walks alongside Nebula and the kids, senses back on guard for anything that might think to stalk their path. ] We'll get the kids back, and then what do you say to a little hunting trip?

[furibund]

[ (Yondu, still an infinitely preferable parenting guide than certain other people). ]

[ If she sees the relation to Yondu she doesn't say it; That time on Ego's Planet was so messed up that the only cemented, definitive thought she had is: They all had issues. What else was new? ]

[ The children move, but it's far from a pace Nebula prefers in the best circumstances. Huddling, sniffling, slow. Her mouth twitches as she holds back the tongue that wants to say something. Instead offering a stiff nod to Rocket. ]

Sounds good to me. I'm getting restless anyway.

[ An admission, no surprises there. Nebula's life has always been mission after mission, even if these days some of the more high-stakes world saving ones got balanced with the rebuild Knowhere ones. There was always something to do. ]

[ A child stumbles, nearly falls on their face, but Nebula moves quick enough to grab them by the arm - they start crying, loud. ]

What? Nothing's wrong with you, calm down. [ Searchingly to Rocket, as the kids start to become ensemble - ] What's wrong with them?

[respiting]

[ Well, all right, Nebula's bedside manner could probably use a little work — and considering his own usual lack of niceties, that's saying something.

But he can't blame her, even if something instinctually sympathetic has him stepping in to smooth the situation over. Last thing either of them needs is a headache from a buncha these humies suddenly crying as one loud, unwanted symphony. ]

They're scared. [ He pauses his pace now, turning around to the first crying kid. ] Dunno how these little morons all lost their way and wound up here, but that thing I was looking for earlier? I don't think it's gone.