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?"

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. ]

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.

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.

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.

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. ]

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?"