Who: Peter Quill and Gamora What: Two Guardians arrive back on Terra. Where: Graveyard of arrivals! When: Earrrly Monday Morning. Like 4am early Rating: ...um...probably low ish. Status: In Progress
She didn't know when it had happened. She had been resting her eyes. That was all, resting her eyes and when she opened them again she was surrounded by burial monuments. And she found she was cold, wearing only a dress. It had been fine on the Milano but did very little to warm her in the night. Was this some trick of someone's to claim the stone. They didn't even have it anymore. It would be foolish to have gone for them, and if they'd just taken her, well she'd have no one else to watch out for and would therefore be absolutely fine
"Hello" she called out, looking around at the stone symbols, marked with names. She was armed of course. She was always armed. But she hadn't drawn a weapon yet. It didn't seem prudent until she determined if these people were friendly or not. "Quill?" are you here, "Drax, Rocket?"
She didn't call for Groot. She didn't think he could find her whereever he was, potted as he still was and unable to move. Though Drax had sworn to her he'd spotted the little tree dancing. Gamora doubted it. He'd been through quite the ordeal.
Ultimately, she was annoyed. She didn't like suprises, didn't like being stuck in a world she didn't know and most definitely didn't like being in a place of death and walking all over remains of people. She didn't know their customs. It could be a great insult. She began to watch her step a little more.
This was a very odd place. Why would someone drop her in a place of death. It was tacky.
She got up to move when she spotted him. Red Jacket. And dancing.
Woken up in a new world same as her, no longer on the Milano and he was dancing.
She'd surrounded herself with idiots, she thought, walking over and lifting the ear pod device from his ear.