Who: Rocket and Open What: Buying supplies for that damned gun he dreamt about When: Wednesday evening Where: Electronics store Rating/Warnings: Bad language Status: Open/incomplete
Large firearms were not permitted in California, which made Rocket wonder why anyone like him would move there in the first place. It was a mystery, one that could only be explained by the whole "this place is magical" bullshit that everyone like to spit out when he questioned the dreams. To be fair he was beginning to join that line of thinking because Occam's razor - it was the explanation with the fewest assumptions. Besides, it was easier than fighting with everyone over it. And he meant that literally.
But he was in California, and the only thing he could do to make up for the lack of guns in the store was to modify his own weapons. His brain was frenetic that way - always coming up with ideas and mods - and his latest one concerned that sweet ass laser gun in his dream. The one that stunned Quill. Oh yeah, Rocket was going to make it because somehow when he dreamed of it the schematics for it popped into his head. He guessed that dream raccoon him made it himself, and for the first time he saw the similarity between real him and raccoon him. It was weird, but he dealt with it.
He had ordered a few of the items he needed online - things that weren't suspicious just in case Big Brother was watching (who was he kidding, they always were) -and the rest he had to go to one of the local electronic places for. He was browsing the aisles, looking for something that had what he needed but he wasn't going to break the bank for. This was going to take a while, but he had all night and he knew he wouldn't sleep until he could get started on his project.