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. ]

Comments

[doctoral]

[ Reid shrugs one shoulder. ] We bring them in, we don't sentence them. But generally-- yeah. [ In some states, the death penalty is involved, so she isn't totally wrong. Sometimes they get away, more often than he'd like, but not as often as the overall murder solve rate would lead someone to believe.

He immediately has to bite down on his instinctive reflex to follow up with her comment -- Oh really, who? -- which is a pure investigator's impulse. Not the FBI here, Spencer. And he's sure she means something more innocuous than he would jump to. Everyone keeps assuring him this is a place of fluff and bunnies and, basically, somewhere Garcia would vacation. Permission given, he moves right on. ]

So species don't live in homogeneous groups? [ he questions, appreciating immensely that she uses the technically-correct species here instead of the more fumbling, awkwardly applied race that humans would be prone to. ] What I mean is, you're all used to dealing with one another? First contact must've been quite a while ago.

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[ Gamora knew it wasn't his intention, but she started thinking about the prison she had been sent to on Nova. About the criminals that had been in there. About her own coloured past. Would she have been one that the Terran authorities deemed worthy to kill and not just imprison?

Frank Castle's response to her had seemed like an anomaly, but one that she was honestly surprised hadn't happened earlier. Though it seemed as if most people she had run into either already knew aliens (namely Kara) or had weird quirks on their Earths. Like Magnus and magic.

She gave a small shake of her head. ] Not so much. Each species has criss-crossed over the galaxy. It's rare to find those that stick to themselves. Though the Sovereign choose to because they're xenophobic and perfectly engineered genetically. They will not be tainted by other species. And yes, quite some time ago. There are those that are much more Terran-like, but not of Earth.

[doctoral]

[ Reid has the singular ability, uniquely useful in a profiler and in fact practically a job prerequisite, of being able to both see crimes as what they were and see the person behind them. He can't afford to give someone a free pass; but he doesn't judge a good person put in a hard position, either, if that's what led them to it.

He's come to realize that every crime and every perpetrator are totally unique. ]

That's fascinating, [ he says frankly. ] I can't begin to conceptualize that. What year is it for you? --By what calendar system?

[ He is absolutely the type to quiz people on their calendar systems. Mostly he's trying to get a sense of how far ahead she is, to compare, but Reid likes math and calendars are all math. ]

apologies i was having massive brain farts; i also cannot find an answer on calendar system so... XD

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[ Gamora didn't hold a particularly high opinion of the Sovereign these days, but it also hadn't helped that they had tried to kill the Guardians because of Rocket stealing from them.

She frowned a little as she tried to describe the calendar system. Though the easiest way for her to give the Earth year was to talk about Peter. The entire crew knew the year that he had been taken thanks to his constant playing of his mixed tape from his mother. ]

I do not think we're that far ahead, or behind most Terrans here. It's only the music that Peter played that makes me feel dated, but then I prefer it to most of the new stuff Baby tries to play in the store.