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[st_arlord]

A curse escape his lips and then a piece of metal went flying through the air. It landed on the pavement of the parking lot and rolled a foot before landing on its side. Quill stood up and looked at the beginning of his project with disdain. It was a chair welded onto a sheet of metal right now and he was currently trying to curve the next piece of metal. There were hunks of metal from various parts of the inn: an abandoned table here, a chair there, the side of the vending machine. After experimenting with some of the items, Quill discovered if he took a side of the vending machine off, it would be replaced the next day. It would be slow going, but maybe in months or a year he'd have enough metal for what he wanted to make.

"Note to self, the fridge door is useless," He said to himself as he kicked the broken metal sheet in frustration.

Building a space ship form scratch is going to take forever

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[st_ranger]

The noise could be heard long before Bucky stepped outside of the hotel. One eyebrow raised as he watched Quill playing with the metal. It seemed like the man was trying to build something, but he wasn't really sure what it was that he was actually working on. At least with Stark, some of that seemed to make some sort of sense.

He could not help but wince at the kick. "You're going to hurt your foot that way," he murmured as he approached. He had been trying to get out more and speak to more people that he didn't know. Steve had thought it was a good idea for him to socialize.

"Uh, what are you working on?" If Quill looked hard enough, he might see the glint of metal from the sun at his wrist just at the edge of his shirt cuff where his metal arm peeked out.

[st_arlord]

Quill almost muttered that it would heal quickly, but he decided he didn't want to walk around with a limp. He looked up at Bucky who approached. He knew he was from the same world based off of hearsay from some of the people he hung around more.

"Theoretically?" He asked. "This? This is a space ship. Or it will be."

[st_ranger]

Bucky nodded his head and stepped closer, inspecting what Quill was working on. He didn't know the man personally but he'd seen him around. And, while he really wanted to help another person, he didn't have the skills that Tony Stark had. He couldn't build something technological, no matter how much he wanted to be of assistance.

"It's a good start," he said positively. And he meant it, he wasn't just trying to placate the man. "Need some company?"

[st_arlord]

"Thanks," He said, proud. "And sure! Could always use an extra pair of hands. You ever built a ship before?"

Thor and Quill

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor surveys Quill with interest from the other side of the parking lot, his hands on his waist. He isn't entirely sure what he's doing, but he's definitely making something.

"Hey!" he shouts from where he stands.

Re: Thor and Quill

[st_arlord]

Quill was thinking so hard Thor's words made him jump just a bit. He grumbled to himself. He needed to get his head back in the game. Jumping at a simple word was not going to cut it.

"Thor," He said with a single wave. "What's up?"

Re: Thor and Quill

[st_ormbreaker]

"Not much," he says, closing the space between them. He's grinning broadly. "What are you making?" he asks, gesturing to Quill's latest project.

Re: Thor and Quill

[st_arlord]

"Spaceship," He answered as he banged on one of the metal pieces. "Turns out repairing one is way easier than building one from scratch."

He frowned and rubbed the hair on his chin as he looked over what he had so far.

Re: Thor and Quill

[st_ormbreaker]

"Don't really know much about how they're built," Thor says, crouching down next to him. "Just know how to fly them." That much was true. "You should ask Tony about it. He's never built a spaceship before, but he knows a great deal about tech. He might be able to help with some of it."

Re: Thor and Quill

[st_arlord]

"I usually just patch them up," Quill replied. "And how to steal them. And, well, how to fly them magnificently, of course."

He made vague gestures for shape and size.

"It can't be too hard, though," He said. "I know all the basics."

Re: Thor and Quill

[st_ormbreaker]

"Did you need any help?" Thor asks. He's never been much of a builder or welder; he's always been more of a fighter. So while building a spaceship is well outside of his abilities, he is good for moving things or carrying things or holding them in place.

[st_ripetail]

Rocket watched Quill’s metalwork from not-exactly cover. After the metal went flying, he chased it, on all fours for speed, and jumped on it so it slid a few feet back towards Quill with him riding on it. “What’s this? You doin’ some art or somethin’?”

[st_arlord]

"Art?" He repeated, aghast. "Can't you see the starting of a spaceship when you see one?"

Quill knew he was not good at this part of the job. He could make repairs easily, but tinkering was much more Rocket's job. Frustration drove Quill outside today.

[st_ripetail]

“Right now it’s metal an’ a chair. You want me to see a ship, you get a fuckin’ engine.” Despite the dismissive words, Rocket’s ears pricked forward in interest, and he started going through the scraps physically while mentally trying to figure out if he maybe had potential engine parts in his room. “How d’you plan ta get around the sky ceiling shit that’s here?”

[st_arlord]

He rubbed the back of his neck and then the hair on his chin as he thought about the questions he had thought about before in his mind.

"I don't know," He answered honestly. "I'm not even sure I'm building this to try to escape, you know? I just miss being behind a wheel of one of these. Miss flying around."

I'm sure Rocket understands this

[st_ripetail]

"Yeah, I do too." Rocket started sorting through the pieces. "It's been a long time. I got some shit in my room, maybe start tryin' ta put together some kind of engine."

[st_arlord]

"Really?" He asked almost with stars in his eyes. "You'll help me build something that'll get off the ground?"

Quill knew Rocket was way better at this than he was.

[st_ripetail]

“Yeah, sure.” Rocket’s ears flattened briefly. “‘Course I fuckin’ will. I miss flyin’ too. So we both build this, we both ge5 turns.”

Quill/Tony

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Nearly getting knocked cold by a piping hot metal chunk was a fantastic way to start the day. It certainly woke Tony up from his slight daze, enough to ask himself why he’d ventured out in the first place. Meh. It’d come to him.

“So. I’m compelled to ask.” Tony pulled his dark hood on, glancing up in anticipation of any more shards raining down. “Was this inspired by Giacometti or Brâncuși?” He gestured at the metal on metal.

Re: Quill/Tony

[st_arlord]

"Who?" He asked as he turned around to regard Stark. "You mean this?"

He looked back at the metal trying to form something in front of him.

"Haven't you seen a spaceship before?" He asked, but didn't sound annoyed.

Re: Quill/Tony

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

"Less of them than I should, more of them than I'd like." His head suddenly ached. He massaged the base of his neck and made a slow approach. "What's your payload?"

Re: Quill/Tony

[st_arlord]

"Me? Up in the air." He answered. "I just want to get off the ground more than these guys can provide."

Quill gestured to his boots.

"I miss flying, you know?" He said. "I'm not under any pretense that I'll actually be able to get off the planet or whatever this place actually is."

Re: Quill/Tony

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

Tony hummed in acknowledgement, growing more subdued the longer he stared at Quill. “Colonel O’Niell and I are playing with some flight designs. Want in?”

Re: Quill/Tony

[st_arlord]

Quill's eyes lit up. He glanced to the hunk of metal and then back to Tony.

"Uh, yeah" He said emphatically. "You were going to build a plane and not let the best pilot in the galaxy in on it?"

Re: Quill/Tony

[st_arkravinghazelnut]

“My bad.” It was an effort, but Tony kept his voice light as he raised his hands. “It was a drunken New Years convo.” AKA the night he was desperately putting distance between himself and the Christmas revelations.