DON'T call me a raccoon. (pro_asshole) wrote in incompletedata, @ 2017-09-26 14:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | marvel: mcu: rocket, miss fisher murder: phryne fisher |
Who: Rocket and Phyrne
What: Stew and Disaster
Where: Room D
When: Day 3
Rating: Hunger Games
Rocket spent a lot of his time after running into the blind dude figuring out if staying in that golden thing would be worth whatever fight he had to put up for it. He lingered near the entrance to the big center cave, spying the one person who seemed to have the same idea as him, until the guy moved off somewhere else. That was good luck, he figured. Unless the guy left traps.
Like he would. Like he did.
Rocket wasn't always the most patient creature when it came to shit like this, but he needed a plan. Unfortunately, that plan was interrupted by his sense of smell. Suddenly out of nowhere, he smelled cooked food, and since he'd been keeping himself sustained by raw hot dogs (saving the matches for something special) before they spoiled, his stomach decided his plan could wait- because that food was nearby.
Hiding his stash of shit behind the big rock formation he and Bucky fell on during the first minute of this hell, an unburdened Rocket followed his nose, jumping from rock to rock (when he could avoid the water) around the cavern where they started it all, until a he spotted a small pot sitting on one two boulders away. He headed for it, crossing half the distance when his impulsive detour suddenly included...
...another goddamned person.
Smaller than the blind guy and Bucky, he didn't recognize the figure save for the matching uniform and hard hat, but she was coming up behind the stew- having seen it as well. And she was closer.