Rocket Raccoon (rocket_raccoon) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2014-07-29 13:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, rocket raccoon (rocket-raccoon), ~gamora (wantedformurder), ~nikola tesla |
Who: Rocket, OT all
When: Monday afternoon
Where: Devron Bar & Grill (in lobby of Devron building)
What: Rocket's a grumpy gus and need a drink. Or fifteen.
Rating: Possibly high, as drunk Rocket likely has no verbal filter.
Status: Open, incomplete
Since he was snatched from this world and thrown into the mess of reality-jumping that so many here had been, Rocket always thought that all he'd need to be happy again was to get back home. So when he DID finally end up transported home, with the one great friend he'd made while jumping around somehow sent back WITH him, he thought all his problems were over. What he didn't expect was to get back here... and have his problems trudge on. He'd, in his own way, suffered some PTSD from his time between realities, and was realizing that to a degree, Six was his tether to his sanity right now. Without her, he'd likely fall to pieces emotionally. Which led to his other problem.... that he was NOT in the mood to talk about.
While Rocket still wasn't sure how he felt about turning the majority of Knowhere into a 'homey' looking refuge for all the people trapped in this world, he was at least grateful that the bars they placed in each of the hotel lobbies served the same drinks as the bars formerly located here. A little bit of everything from every known world.
Right now, the little furball sat at the bar, nursing a big (probably half as big as he was!) frosty mug of ale from just outside the Kree empire, he stared into the drink, as though trying, just for a few moments at least, NOT to think about the things that were upsetting him. Right now? He just wished there was some reason to blow something up.