Check-In: Not-Mother Hen

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Kitty sat at the bar with a cup of coffee and her notebook, watching the 'welcoming committee' make themselves busy. Liz was here, as she'd promised Kitty she would be and Kitty gave her a quick smile of encouragement.

One of the worst things about Check-In Days was that you never knew whether it'd be a whole long day of no one arriving, one spectacular fall from the ceiling and dropping dead after another, or anything in between. It made it hard to know what to do with yourself. After awhile, you got used to it and just kept on with whatever you'd do otherwise, and know that if you didn't step up for a new arrival, someone else would. But for someone not used to treating it like a responsibility to be here, especially someone with Liz's anxious need to be perfect at it, Check-In Day could be emotionally exhausting.

So Kitty made sure to have milk warmed for hot cocoa and her plans for the obstacle course handy in case Liz needed something to do with herself. Otherwise, she was working on a modification of Cerebro to see if she could start detecting new arrivals.


[ooc: Regular check-in day gathering post. If you want Kitty, ping me.]

Comments

Re: Alec/Rocket

[st_ripetail]

“Better’n bein’ lucky nobody's that fuckin’ desperate for shitty leather.” Rocket replied cheerfully enough. Humie skin probably made awful leather, right? Thin-skinned gangly assholes.

Re: Alec/Rocket

[st_x5_494]

"I don't know.. I can think of at least one body part most women would probably like having a portable version of mine." Yep, he went there. And yes, he was ignoring basic biology.

Re: Alec/Rocket

[st_ripetail]

Rocket rolled his eyes. Trust a humie to go straight to his gonads. Like that floppy shit was worth anybody’s time. “Congratulations on knowin’ a lotta women that prefer snacks to meals. An’ on bein’ comfy with that.”

Re: Alec/Rocket

[st_x5_494]

"Aw, jealousy doesn't look good on you." He pretended to look sad as if he were worried for Rocket. "One day you'll be a real boy too, don't worry."

Re: Alec/Rocket

[st_ripetail]

Rocket shrugged. "Y'know, sensible species that keep their gonads on the inside worry about'em way fuckin' less. But on account'a your stupid-ass species, you gotta project your weird cocktail hors d'oeuvre li'l pinkie shit on the rest of us. Sing a new song, Tweetie Bird," thank you Quill for your endless Earth culture puke, "this one's only makin' you look an' sound like a moron, an' you need zero help with that."

Re: Alec/Rocket

[st_x5_494]

For the briefest of moments Alec had to wonder the logistics of Rocket and someone else at the inn and he had to stop himself before he went to the pool shed and drowned his brain in bleach. Rocket's pop culture reference, however, was lost of Alec, though the sentiment was clear.

"This is one of those 'agree to disagree, but you're actually wrong' things." Alec thought his penis was fantastic, thank you.

He paused, arms crossing over his chest. "Just do one thing - keep the kids out of it? If I have to see him pout about how his girlfriend's clothes are ruined, then we're going to have a real problem here."

Re: Alec/Rocket

[st_ripetail]

"No idea what you're talkin' about, humie." Rocket's tone was still cheerful enough, and why not? Just because the guy needed to die before he started to Get Ideas didn't mean it couldn't be fun swapping insults with him until the lack of creativity got boring. "How could I? I ain't human. Nothin' I do matters. So since this matters, it's clearly got fuck-all t'do with me. That's called logic."

Re: Alec/Rocket

[st_x5_494]

"Good, as long as we understand each other." Because that was how Alec decided to interpret Rocket's answer. If his interpretation turned out wrong and the raccoon started targeting the kids, then things would probably escalate.

Alec took a step away. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go inform the chef it's feeding time for the forest animals."

Re: Alec/Rocket

[st_ripetail]

"Inform away, boo boo, I'm sure you're starvin' after such a long period talkin' words." Rocket waved a dismissal with one hand, already back to investigating and sorting his junk to incorporate the bomb bits.