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[ Let's disrupt the tone first, by this we mean Nebula is... annoyed and a touch perplexed. She's never been particularly fond of the goats that Solvunn is known for, even if she has helped in wrangling them from time-to-time most recently. Like with most things, Nebula isn't even afraid to show her disdain for the animals. ]

[ She doesn't hurt the animals and - perhaps - those who knew her even a touch knows she wouldn't. Probably. But she sure does give them angry looks, especially when they start bleeting noisily. The clearest answer here is she hates goats and wants them to know it. She's petty like that. ]

[ Which is why she would have never come into the primary settlement today if she had known that all of the goats would be out in full force on some makeshift track with people shouting, cheering, and all manner of nonsense. Like they expect the goats to actually do something spectacular and follow orders. They won't. She knows they won't, they know they won't - it's all stupid. ]

[ She makes no attempt to get close to the festivities, but the universe has ways of annoying anyone just right. Some older woman half abandons her goat with her and Nebula scowls at it as it chews away on a piece of fabric it probably shouldn't have. ]

[ Not her problem. ]

Do you even understand what's said to you?

[ The goat puffs out its lips and spews saliva along the fabric it's obtained. She guesses it'd probably have screamed its retort if not for its mouth being full - small blessings. She rolls her eyes: ]
I'm not a goatsitter, go away.

[ It does not move. ]

Edited 2024-05-21 01:03 (UTC)

[ There are two facts at play for Nebula's direct response to... well, everything. The first is that as a person she was never taught what it was to have "down time". Her hobbies growing up, if you called it as such, was just trying to survive, to train. Her father did not afford time for anything than what would make a better warrior of his children. Any other skills - like her capabilities as a pilot, mechanic, or hacker - were hardly hobbies either. ]

[ Until several years ago the word "fun" was absent in her vocabulary, a word more foreign than what it meant to bleed. Having learned it, it's a rare and hard earned moment to get her to relax let alone to have fun. There was always work to be done and she didn't have time for fun. Even as a Guardian of the Galaxy, there was always a mission to do or repairs to make Knowhere habitable. ]

[ In Solvunn things are markedly different. Nebula has more free time on her hands than she's ever had before and there are moments where even the locals can't find a chore to give her. Not that she wants to do all their work for them, either, but she can't help but admit to herself her need to be useful and inability to waste time has earned her some note... At least in the sense, she's seen often around helping out just for want to keep busy. ]

[ And with her mind so full of everything keeping busy is something she wants to do. If you asked her how she was doing, her answer would be a snapped remark. As it was, she doesn't have a way to encapsulate how she's feeling - funny enough when another her appeared more at tune and comfortable with the jumble of feelings she can barely parse. ]

[ In natural fashion ignoring them simply works better. ]

[ She can be found then, first and foremost with spear in hand, helping to hunt for meat in the neighboring woods or going deeper in for a proper fight. She sinks into these instances, able to turn off, maneuver, and fight feels far more natural than other manners. It's natural, but it also often ends too quick. ]

[ More often than not, Nebula can be found in the Primary Settlement itself: Helping to repair shops and rebuild fences. When they come to get supply for rebuilding ships, she helps to carry or work on them. They've quickly found she's got a steady hand for it and - unfortunately (or fortunately) - goes for long hours even after others have moved on. Work said to take a day or more finished in less time just by sheer nature of her bulldozing through it. ]

[ She's like that. Especially when she wants to avoid other issues. ]

[ But if she sees someone passing by either to help or not there's one of two ways she might direct them: ]

Can you pass me that? [ She'll gesture to a tool, currently both hands occupied without fully looking back. Pause and then add: ] Please.

[ Or: ] Got something better to do?

[ Feel free to pick/choose/wildcard whatever might be most fun! ]

Edited 2024-05-21 01:24 (UTC)

[ Nebula already knew without question that she was one of the universe's favorite chew toys. She told herself again and again that it was fine — at least unlike most people she could take whatever it threw at her and still remain standing. She'd been forged in cruelty and violence, there was nothing that could shake her... At least, that's what she told herself again and again as she ignored the soft underbelly of what her nature really was. ]

[ That nature that was so much more delicate and desperate that she'd ever be able to vocalize. Nebula had always wanted a home and again and again the universe took it away from her. First her home world, then any believed sisterhood with Gamora, then gaining that and losing her (Gamora), losing that small family that had let them in, nearly losing Rocket, losing the rest again... And now, the space she had created here could not be hers - would never be. A fake life forged for a person who would be more at home with who they were and how they existed than she would ever be. ]

[ It's not her home - the Horizon. But it sure as hell feels a lot like losing another home, another family. And she is so damned tired of loss after loss after loss. Especially when it feels like this was so much greater than it should have been, that something important slid from her grasp. ]

[ Now, she's in the Horizon and after deciding that what was here previously had been too personal... She didn't want people to know so much about her, especially if any relationship was so stupidly fragile... Now, now her space in the horizon has become the inside of a ship - ]

[ It's a decently sized craft, but it's not meant to hold a lot of people. It hosts a dedicated piloting/flight area and crew area. A singular bed, simple and not built for comfort, and a wall dedicated to being decorated in weapons. While there are other spaces - the maintenance room, a simply kept bathroom - this ship is kept neat, tidy, and with little more going for it. If anyone knew - and all of one person might - it was the very ship that Nebula had once spent four years alone in trying to hunt her father like a dog. ]

[ The main view - the draw of the ship - is that the large windows give the view of a sea of stars in all directions. A nebula - not this nebula - bursts and colors in the visual distance. ]

[ Nebula can occasionally be found leaning against the balcony overlooking part of the pilot's area - one elbow against a rail why the other nurses a cup of something (your guess!). If she hears someone's footsteps, she only inclines her head in their direction with an ill-amused kirk of the lip: ]

Sorry. All out of fuel.

[ It's a bad joke to say there's no going anywhere - even in this ship. But if only the other person knew how literally she had that experience once, in a ship dead in space with nowhere to go and no oxygen. Her mouth twitches at the thought, she looks away: ]

Stupid joke.

[ It's half an apology she doesn't fully utter - she goes back to downing her drink. ] I shouldn't have said that.

[ Closer, not quite. She doesn't explain herself. ]

[ But if that's not a good enough option: Feel free to explore the ship! Question how someone can live like this. You can even notice that a table seems to be a makeshift ping-pong table... lacking the ping pongs. But there is a folded up shiny paper football. Maybe she's not all work and no play? ]

[ It's not the first time Nebula's been to the Treehouse. Although, up until now she had made a point to never drop in - between privacy and not wanting to appear needy. Even if she probably had every right and permission to do just that, she hadn't. If she didn't have words for it before she has more for them now. She can recognize now that it was likely in part jealousy - jealousy that Rocket had found a place and likely a new family. ]

[ At least this time she didn't try to kill him and said group out of said irrational feelings. ]

[ But for someone who had so desperately wanted a home for so long and everytime she got close to one - or someone (in this case Rocket) - to feel like she lost it again worked up some irrational fear and anger. Eight-hundred years of make believe hadn't really helped much with that, if anything the intangibility of it and the current positioning only makes it worse. ]

[ Yet, she cannot deny how easy it was to agree to stay here. She's not entirely sure it's her rational choice or influenced by that time that wasn't really time. It still feels awkward and wrong and she still tries to tell herself not to get used to it. Even after Wanda helped make a room, especially after that, and she pointedly kept it barebones to not confuse herself. Also, she's just herself and she doesn't see the use for too many things but still - ]

[ Don't get comfortable, some ancient part of her croaks, something will always happen. ]

[ Maybe that makes her slightly on edge in her own way, as Rocket gives a tour through the house. Not entirely necessary, but she appreciates it, and the way through his room. Suspicious cat tunnels included. All until they make their way back to her own which is a lackluster, completely orderly affair. She thinks he'll leave after to let her settle in, but he lingers. She glances at him, brows pinched over now lilac eyes as she huffs out: ]

You don't have any obligation to babysit me.

[ At least she doesn't think he's doing it because he thinks he'll get into trouble. She kicks off her boots before glancing back: ] Something up?

solvunn — goat racing

solvunn — routine

horizon — anew

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