Who: Rocket & OTA Where: being chased away from food; town square? When: 4/3, morning What: arrival [& officially the last time Thor flies the ship] Status: open Rating/Warnings: hostile animal, proceed with caution
In his defense, Rocket had been sleeping somewhat peacefully for once on the ship. He had agreed to let Thor pilot it just this once, mostly due to the God pestering him... and he needed the sleep. He was dreaming of food - not a surprise; they'd been eating rations on the ship until they picked out the next planet to land on. He found himself missing Terran cheeseburgers, and he could blame Stark for that. He would miss that guy, though he might not ever admit it aloud.
So there he was, back of the ship, dreaming of Terran cheeseburgers. Maybe he was still dreaming. The smell of those cheeseburgers seemed a lot more real than dream-like. He wasn't one to sleepwalk, but he rubbed his eyes and wandered toward the scent, not yet realizing he wasn't aboard his ship anymore. It wasn't until he felt a hard thwack! from a broom handle and heard the yelp of "VERMIN!" that he came to his senses. "I'm not a vermin!" Rocket snarled, and though he wanted a very delicious cheeseburger, he walked outside of the restaurant he found himself in.
He rubbed the sore spot on his side and wandered into the too-bright sun, an unpleasant contrast from the dark of space he had just been in. "This is officially the last time I let Thor fly the ship," he grumbled, unsure of his surroundings. It looked like Terra. The food certainly smelled like it. But he wasn't sure if anyone else from his group had landed here as well. Great.