Gamora | MCU | OTA

[gardenofthegalaxy]

CHARACTERS: Gamora & YOU!
LOCATIONS: best friends rescue, b-sides, shooting range, good times, etc
WARNINGS: none yet
SUMMARY: catch-all for gamora and anyone that wants to meet/speak to her


Gamora was becoming more comfortable with life in Cadelle even if not everyone was particularly comfortable with her. She was still the only one that she was aware of that didn't look immediately Terran and was clearly from somewhere else. It's why she valued the friendships she had.

And the dog that Baby kept at B-Sides just had her thinking more and more about getting her own pet. For a couple of weeks she was one of those annoying people that kept visiting Best Friends Rescue and looking like she wanted to adopt a pet of some variety, but never quite able to decide what. A dog reminded her of Quill (it was a compliment, wasn't it?). A cat seemed more independent like her. They didn't offer up raccoons like Rocket, or little baby trees like Groot. Nothing was like Drax. Not that she should have been trying to recreate her crew with animals.

She had finally discovered the gun range as well, though the guns here seemed primitive compared to the weapons she was used to wielding. It also seemed safer to practice under a controlled environment rather than her apartment or anywhere else.

And then there were nights when sitting around reading up on Earth's history wasn't going to cut it, and she ventured out to the pubs and clubs, but her personal favourite was Good Times where they played the music she had decided was her favourite - nothing new, all the classics - and she could disguise her like of dancing by wearing roller skates and getting as lost in a crowd as a green-skinned alien could.


[ as always feel free to write your own starter with where you want to run into gamora, or hit me up kindofabigdeal or pm. ]

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[frostedire]

With nothing to bring with him but the clothes on his back (and an entirely unnecessary selection of knives) there is nothing to unpack. Loki had lingered barely long enough to walk the floors of his new living quarters and craft a glamoured Midgardian set of clothes for this first venture into the city of wishes. Perhaps in defiance of Thor's opinion, he'd chosen the same all-black suit he'd worn on his last trip to Midgard, because it is in fact very stylish, and what does Thor know about style anyway?

He'd passed a number of busy places that hadn't caught his interest, but any establishment that billed itself as "Good Times" must have something to hide, Loki had reasoned, and so he'd gone in. Thus far, he hadn't found what that hidden side might be, people seem to come here with the intention of strapping wheels to their feet, but he has noticed someone interesting in the circling crowd. He can't pinpoint her race, she isn't from one of the Nine Realms, but she isn't of Earth either and that in itself makes her more interesting than most.

Loki waits until she's had her fill of circles and ventures over to lean against the wall that separates the skaters from the observers. "You have a talent for this pastime," he says. "Did you learn in this city, or were you already acquainted with it?"

[gardenofthegalaxy]

Gamora had forgone a band t-shirt. She was saving them mostly for when she was shift at B-Sides. It seemed to fit the part of working at a record store. She was wearing her usual black leather pants that she'd arrived in, but it was a white tank top that she wore - her sweater and jacket stashed safely while she skated around.

Loki wasn't the only one that tended to favour dark colours but a lot of that had to do with her skin. And habit.

She recognised him as soon as he was close enough, any surprise she felt at seeing him in such a place wasn't reflected on her features. She was always careful to give very little away until she was comfortable with someone. It wasn't until she came to a stop in front of him that the corner of her mouth kicked up in a smile.

"Loki of Asgard, what brings you and your silver tongue into a place like this?" Gamora placed her hands against the top of the barricade and leaned on it while she glanced behind her at the other skaters. "Thank you, but I definitely learned it here. I would think skating on a ship was dangerous."

[frostedire]

"Curiosity, always curiosity, Lady Gamora," he says with a sleek smile, shifting to lean forward on folded arms next to her. "It's a pleasure to meet you in the flesh." He'd been intrigued by their conversation about the Collector, but it wouldn't do to seem too eager. Instead, he watches the skaters passing them by. Newer skaters appear to linger on the edges, and the more advanced skaters weave in and out.

"You are skilled at this, for having learned it here," he says conversationally, "though I do see your point about the difficulties of learning on a ship. I have most recently been on a ship that might have accommodated such things, had it not been so crowded."

[gardenofthegalaxy]

"I'm no lady," came Gamora's automatic response even if she still had a hint of a smile playing on her lips. Loki was as charming in person as he could be in text, and that made her all the more wary. The first flag had been knowing the Collector. The second was the fact that he was the first person since she'd arrived that had managed to make her forget - just for a moment - about Quill. "Likewise."

Her smile grew as she debated something internly, feet still moving in her skates even if she wasn't about to go anywhere. "It's possible I knew how to dance before I knew how to use these things. It's not hard to pick up if you have the dexterity. I'm sure an Asgardian wouldn't have any issues."

And then she caught the last of what he had said and her head cocked as she couldn't hide her curiosity. "I didn't think Asgardians spent a lot of time on ships."

action; @b-sides

[killertrack]

Hey, Gamora, do you wanna play a game?

[ Baby pokes his head out from the backroom to throw her a look - they've divided the duties in the morning as they do every day, Baby in charge of inventoring the back shelves, where they keep the rare vinyls, limited edition, the ones that were so special their prices had skyrocketed over the years. The stuff Baby never really wanted to sell, if you asked him.

But it was slow going, the store had been mostly empty all morning, Otis had been sleeping in his nest of blankets in the back office, and Baby was getting antsy. Gamora was a great co-worker - dedicated, hard-working, no-nonsense, didn't really talk much. It was perfect, considering Baby didn't really feel like talking most of the time, either - it worked really well.

But today, Baby was a little restless, nervous energy running through him. So, time to change things up. He wouldn't get more friends if he didn't talk to anyone, after all,
that was something he had been learning since arriving in Cadelle. ]

[gardenofthegalaxy]

A game?

[ Gamora stood from where she'd been finishing up a display of CDs, head tilted as she admired her handiwork. So maybe she still didn't quite get the appeal of Taylor Swift, but it seemed popular with some of the citizens. The Fleetwood Mac t-shirt that she wore still spoke of her musical allegiance being to the period of artists that Quill had introduced her to. Though between Magnus and Baby she couldn't exactly say she wasn't getting a full education.

She also appreciated the fact that her co-worker didn't always need to talk, but now he had chosen to break the companionable silence, she gave a nod to her display before turning to face him and give Baby her full attention. ]

What kind of game?

[killertrack]

[ Pulling out from the back room, Baby strolled through the main space until he got to the till, jumping up to sit on the counter next to it, feet swishing but never banging against the wood panel. He leans in, elbows on his knees, and smiles. ]

Two truths and a lie. You ever played it? Self-explanatory. You tell to truths about yourself, and a lie, and I have to guess which one is the lie. You game?

[gardenofthegalaxy]

[ Gamora shifted to lean back against one of the displays, legs crossed at the annkles as she tried not to also cross her arms and seem completely closed off to the idea.

She wasn't. She just tended to be careful about what people learned about her. Though Baby was a lot like Magnus in that Gamora knew he wasn't a threat. He was just pleasant to be around - in that not talkative way. ]

You would also tell two truths and a lie? So we'd take turns?

[ She went quiet again, before finally giving a nod. ]

Yes, I'm game. I have an adopted sister. I have cybernetic enhancements. I can cook.

Best Friends Rescue (blood/PTSD)

[shitmagnet]

For whatever reason, Frank had thought that here in a strange place he might be able to get some proper sleep for once. But one restless, sleepless night bled into the next, a long neverending nightmare plaguing him until he was back to his old coffee-chugging and time-killing habits.

One of the first places his exhausted legs ended up carrying to when his ears wouldn't stop ringing after his wife's blood splattered all over his cheeks and her body fell lifelessly in his arms was the animal shelter. There was a black dog with a bandaged leg sporting a few scars that was moping around in one of the end cages, ignoring most of the prospective adopters, watching Frank suspiciously.

He took to the mutt straightaway, watching it curiously like a hawk. He was down on one knee in dirty old jeans and a clean black shirt and didn't appear to notice the approaching green woman he had an unfortunate first encounter with.

[gardenofthegalaxy]

Gamora had just turned from a cage containing a very large Rottweiler and paused as she saw her (least) favourite customer. The dog was still trying to lick her fingers curled around the mesh of his cage and Gamora turned back briefly to give him a smile before taking a step towards Castle.

And then another and another as she debated whether or not she actually wanted to say something. The dog she was now standing in front of started to yap and she glared at it before pushing out a breath.

"Are you armed this time?" She couldn't see a gun, but that didn't mean there wasn't one. And this time she at least wanted to know before it was pulled on her.

[shitmagnet]

The way Frank's hand moved to his pocket as he turned his head, back moving instinctively to protect the downtrodden stray before he'd even met her gaze should have answered her question. Maybe he wasn't walking around with a handgun but he wasn't foolish enough to go out unarmed.

No gun in that pocket though. Just an oblong bulge too thick to be a phone that she could guess he'd prefer using up close.

"Heh." Rough luck Frankie boy. He ducked his head and moved to stand, straightening up to meet her at eye level. Even though he looked shit tired, if she came for a fight he'll bring it straight to her face.

"What's it to you? Granola or- whatever?" Granola, Gondola. Same thing.

[gardenofthegalaxy]

"Gamora." Her lips twitched in the corner just a little bit. Not that she completely understood why that particular mistake with her name was so funny. But her eyes didn't leave his pocket even when he stood.

She shifted to fold her arms under her chest, and reconsidered whether or not she needed to walk around with a blade. She shouldn't have to. She had felt safe in this city.

"I just wanted to know if I was about to be attacked again without cause." Being green wasn't a cause as far as she was concerned. She hadn't actually done anything to Frank other than try and be nice. "Or if there was a chance of a civil conversation."

Good Times

[fadingspark]

Stiles was making his way around the city, trying to poke his head into all the places to see all the things. He needed to know what he was getting into, as well as marking off places her would either a) hang out / take a date to, b) work at, and c) volunteer at for extra energy points.

He's a gamer, and has all of these point levels written out and plans on how to "level up" efficiently.

The music catches his attention first at Good Times, and he goes to just lean up against the railing and watch the people skating around for a bit. He actually knows how to ice skate and isn't a complete klutz about it - so much better than Scott was - but he wasn't as sure about rollerskates.

He smiles at the green-skinned woman who comes to take a break next to where he is hanging out. "Having fun?" Just being polite and all.

[gardenofthegalaxy]

Gamora was becoming slightly better in smiling before glaring when she was asked a question by a stranger. It wasn't going to do anyone any good for her to quite so closed off to making friends when they were all trapped in the same city.

Though it was entirely possible that her encounters with Frank Castle had left her a little wary of anyone that was entirely human and what their reactions to her might be.

But the boy's question was harmless and she gave a nod before her smile increased just a little bit. "Very much so. It's a very strange activity but I do like it. Do you skate?"

[fadingspark]

"I can ice skate. Never really did good on the wheels though."

He's not weirded out at all by her skin color. After all, his best friend can shift into a werewolf, he dated a girl that he first met when she was a coyote, and his father's deputy can set himself on fire.

"Hi, I'm Stiles by the way."

[gardenofthegalaxy]

"I have not tried to ice skate yet. Is that fun?"

Gamora's smile became a little crooked when she realised just how well he was taking her appearance in stride. It reminded her of meeting Magnus. She did have to wonder what Stiles had experienced to make him so relaxed around her.

"Hello, Stiles. I'm Gamora."

paco's tacos for doctoral

[gardenofthegalaxy]

(ooc: continued from the tdm)

I'm sure you mean that with the greatest respect, but you might want to be careful about how many times you say 'an object of scientific curiousity' around me. In my experience, that has never ended well because talking eventually stops being where the line is drawn.

[ Her expression doesn't change much, but there are clearly things about her history and even her crew that put her on guard for anyone interested in people as objects. Gamora does know that Reid probably doesn't mean harm, in fact something reminds her of one of Drax's more endearing qualities, but she needs to make her feelings clear.

On that subject at least. ]

I hope you won't take offence if there are questions I'm not yet ready to answer. I also hope that you'll let me have a question for a question once in a while.

ty!!

[doctoral]

Oh. Sorry. I promise, hands-free interest only.

[ He puts his hands up, palms out, as he says that. Reid still thinks being potentially offensive there was a better move than even implicating a... romantic interest. Perish the thought. He wouldn't know the first thing about how to handle that. ]

No, I won't be offended. I don't want to suggest that I'm depersonalizing you or any other non-human race. Actually, why don't you start, [ he suggests, which is a classic profiler's move of letting the subject have control to try to put them more at ease. ] Ask away.

[gardenofthegalaxy]

Unfortunately it wouldn't be the first time I've experienced it, though your motivations are different.

[ He was lucky then in meeting Gamora. She didn't immediately assume anyone had romantic intentions towards her. She did, however, easily believe that they might have untoward scientific intentions.

But she relaxed again at Reid's assurances, touching the menu for something to do as she considered what it was that she immediately wanted to know from her new friend. ]

Your profile said you worked at the FBI. What is the FBI?

all i wanna do is gunshot gunshot cash register

[kelvins]

[ mick typically leaves the city to head into the forests beyond cadelle's populated areas to practice his firearm skills. but with the weather being less than lovely this time of year, he'd opted to check out the local gun range instead. he heads inside to sign in and grab a lane to shoot only to learn that his heatgun is 'not permitted' except for in the practical shooting skills course, which is temporarily unavailable. strike one.

naturally, he glares at the clerk and takes the offered handgun, which feels tiny in comparison as he weighs it between his palms. he's summarily dismissed after signing the necessary waiver forms and picking up his safety gear. after checking that the safety is still engaged, mick walks to lane 9 (the one he'd been assigned) which it seems already has an occupant. strike two. great. ]

You've got to be fucking kidding me. Either you're in my lane or these idiots don't know how to count.

[ sorry gamora. he's a hothead to be sure. ]

[gardenofthegalaxy]

[ Gamora turned at the voice in the middle of reloading a clip. Behind her was the target with a perfect grouping of shots in the middle of the silhouette's chest. She nudged back the safety earphones and regarded the human interruption.

Her gaze flicked up to the lane number, double-checking that it was indeed lane 9 as she had been originally told. Then she leaned over to regard the 'helpful' clerk. ]

I'm hardly surprised. They didn't seem particularly fussed about looking up from their reading material. Does this mean you don't want to share?

[kelvins]

[he's met a lot of weird people and been to a lot of exotic places. fought aliens who're grey and evil and fuck with your head, but he's never seen a green woman before. pardon the momentary staring. he's trying to be better. he swears.

after a few moments of checking her out, he spies the beautifully shot up target and a smile appears at last replaced quickly by a frown when they both look back at the clerk sitting there with a magazine looking like he'd rather be anywhere but getting paid. mick can sympathize but it's still annoying.]

Guess they'll pay any bum off the street to hang around here. I wasn't planning on sharing, but I got a feeling that if I go back and ask for another lane that it'll be a good half hour before he hears me.

Not bad job on the target. Bet I could do better though. How do you feel about contests?

pick a bar, any bar

[diewalkure]

While Valkyrie hadn't been in Cadelle long, it didn't take her more than a day's work to figure out where the bars were, and the liquor stores, and the gyms, too, thank you very much. She hadn't been lying to Thor when she said she had every intention of continuing to drink, but her wish to move past her past relied on trying new things, too. Like not drinking as much.

That being said, the only way to judge a bar was to order a drink, and the current establishment was delivering there, but it was so damn quiet she could hear herself think and it was distracting, to say the least. Normally the last thing she'd be doing at a bar was striking up a conversation, but she didn't seem to be the only person not finding what they were looking for.

There's a beautiful woman sitting further down the bar and she figures, what the hell. She's here to make friends, right? So she approaches with a smile and her own half-finished drink, and slides in beside the other female, doesn't even bother to take a seat.

"Please tell me you're as bored with this place as I am?"

the only not good one in the city clearly

[gardenofthegalaxy]

Gamora rarely went out with the intention to drink, but occasionally she did. Mostly on the nights when she was missing the other Guardians more than she cared to admit. The nights when nothing seemed to distract her from thoughts of her sister, and what Thanos had done to them. Thoughts that made it hard not to focus on whether or not the city was truly granting her wish and that Nebula wasn't so bent on killing Thanos that she would lose herself completely. Again.

Once upon a time she had also found silence comforting, but thanks to Peter and his relentless love of music, she was struggling to break the mood without some songs. Or at least to truly wallow in her feelings without a soundtrack that matched.

She blinked at the voice, being brought back from wondering exactly which song might fit her current state, she found herself smiling despite herself. There was something in the other woman's expression that was contagious.

"I'm not sure bored is quite the right description, but it is lacking a little... ambience."

if anyone could find it, it's these two

[diewalkure]

“It's boring,” she insists, grinning a little, leaning onto the bar. “It's too quiet, the music sucks, and there's no one else here worth our time,” she lists off before she drains her drink and sets the empty glass toward the inner edge of the bar to be retrieved by the bartender. This was the fun part, the anonymity, the playing. She lets her gaze stray, lets her attention wander over Gamora, down to her boots, back up to her eyes.

"You want to find somewhere with better ambience?"

The offer could just as easily be purely friendly, and if that's how the advance is received, she'd roll with it. Either way, she's getting out of this place and heading for somewhere with a little more noise, and she thinks it'd be a lot more fun with present company.