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st_igmatized ([personal profile] st_igmatized) wrote in [community profile] strangetrip2018-05-15 12:18 am

[GP/EP] Check-in Day

It was a musical day at the Madonna Inn, both inside and out. Curnen had taken her usual place up on the roof and was singing charms to the sky to keep any wanderers from getting lost (though that part of it was not immediately obvious). Unrelated to that, Sunny was on the dance floor in the bar, summoning songs of her own with her knife to keep her moving before she went to do her shift at the library later. It was one of those days where if she thought about it too hard she’d start thinking about that empty bed in her shitty room and the person she most wanted to be there.

This of course eventually seeped into her magic. She knew better. Maybe she’d even wanted that to happen.

Because just once, between different pop hits and dance beats came a rather unexpected French love song. She sighed and rolled her eyes, but the exasperation didn’t last. Before the lyrics started up she was waltzing. By herself and not caring how it might have looked. And for those three and a half minutes, she dared let herself hope for the slimmest chance that Orlu might come through that door.

She didn’t let herself hope too hard, though. There was admitting to feeling things and there was setting yourself up for certain disappointment. She’d lived too long with disappointment to do that to herself.
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[personal profile] st_arkintern 2018-05-16 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
"You know the Chitauri?"

He didn't go around discussing the attack on New York with everyone, but this was the first time he'd ever heard of anyone actually knowing who they were.

Peter files this information away for later.

"Your room's all the way down this hall," he says, and when they finally pass his room, Peter directs a finger at it. "This is my room. And this one's yours."

Peter points a finger at the one right next to it -- the one closest to the window at the end of the hall.
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[personal profile] st_ripetail 2018-05-16 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
"I heard of'em I think. Might be more like I knew people who knew'em." And whether it had been Gamora or Drax there probably hadn't been anything useful. Just 'awful dad' and 'revenge fantasy' all over the place. Yawn. "People I didn't pay much attention to."

As for the room - end of the hall was great. Only one direct neighbor, and it was the humie kid who seemed more like some kind of fluffy baby animal who'd been shoved into clothes and then strategically shaved. Rocket had to reach up a bit to apply the key to the lock, because like all doors everywhere it was built to a scale literally over twice as tall as him.

But when the door opened, revealing the room? All the dire 'you won't be able to mess with it' reminders didn't matter so much. Rocket was pretty sure he wouldn't need to mess with it. It was blue, not pink. There were windows. There was a balcony - an escape route if he needed one. "I'm pretty sure I can live with this."
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[personal profile] st_arkintern 2018-05-16 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
"It's pretty good," Peter says, tentatively stepping inside after Rocket. He wasn't sure if he was okay with him intruding like this, but if they were going to be neighbors, it might be a good idea for them to at least get to know one another a little better. Peter knew all the nearby neighbors at his apartment complex, and a few more that he saw a lot in the elevator and outside.

"Most of the rooms are pretty nice," Peter says. "It's just the decor that upsets people." Peter wasn't particularly ruffled by his room, but he knew plenty of people that were.

"I have a roommate," Peter says, because that probably bares explanation. "There's two rooms and he lives in the other one. His name is Alec, so if you see anyone leaving the room that isn't me, it's probably him."
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[personal profile] st_ripetail 2018-05-16 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Knew there had to be a catch." And this Alec guy was almost certainly not as harmless (in the sense of meaning no harm, not the sense of being unable to harm) as Peter, because probably nobody was. "Eh, I'll live."

After another few seconds of evolving short term plans, Rocket added as if forced, "Thanks for the help, kid."
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[personal profile] st_arkintern 2018-05-16 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Alec's a good guy -- really great guy," he says, hoping to convince Rocket of this fact. He wants Rocket to know that they're definitely going to be good neighbors.

Even though there's a good chance that they're not always going to be.

"I'll be next door," Peter says jerking a thumb at the wall adjacent to his room. "If you need anything else, just let me know."

Peter heads for the door, then turns around right when he's about to slip out.

"It was good meeting you, Mr. Rocket!"
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Mister? Was the kid serious??

By his face, the answer was yes. Rocket repressed the urge to... actually, no he didn't. He rolled his eyes. "Just Rocket! I'm not Mr. anything, got it? Get lost!"
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[personal profile] st_arkintern 2018-05-16 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Ack.

"Okay, sorry!" Peter says. He tries to open his mouth to correct himself -- to just say Rocket, but every time the word starts to come out, he can feel the Mr. right there on the tip of his lips.

So before he can say it again, Peter Parker scrambles out the room and shuts the door closed behind him.

He presses his back against the door and takes a breath.

So far, today has been a really interesting day.
Edited (missing a word and i only caught it during a re-read, lol) 2018-05-17 19:10 (UTC)