[ Gamora couldn’t help that her entire journey through Terran culture seemed to be food and music based. She could think of worse things to be overly interested in. She was perhaps just lucky that her physiology meant that she didn’t get fat eating all of the food. She was intensely aware that the offerings at these festivals were pretty much a competitive sport to her. She had to try and taste as much as she could in as little time as possible given the limited nature of the event.
Anything that was new for the local restaurants she made a mental note to taste again at a more leisurely pace given that the menus would be available outside of the energy festival. But the food from further away, or unique to the merchants? She made a priority.
Gamora looked like she had set up camp at one of the tables nearby for people to stop and eat rather than walk around. Or rather than she had set up an eating workspace. The table was getting treated more like a desk, but instead of notepads and pens, it was all food and utensils. Her phone was nearby to keep Magnus fully informed of any discovery she thought he needed to try for himself, but mostly she was powering through the meals like she was eating her last. ]
Colour Run
[ Gamora was fine with any kind of fitness clothing as long as none of it was camouflage. She never wanted to see that pattern on herself, or anyone else ever again. The white t-shirt was simple enough, though she made sure it went down past her navel and not above it – another side effect of her horrendous wishing well experience. She tried at least to pick the darkest leggings that were on offer, and had maybe felt just a little strange in the sneakers at first. They weren’t like her usual boots at all and while she was confident she could have still made the run in her boots, it was better to look like she fit in.
As much as a green alien could ever fit in.
By the time she finished the run, she looked more red than green, the dust coating her rather well. A now familiar tingle was started to spread through her body and she knew it wasn’t just the adrenaline from the running, or the sense of accomplishment at having finished.
Her ponytail swung back and forth as she stalked through the rest of the dust-covered crowd with purpose, an apology here and there murmured as she shoulder-checked a few unfortunate runners in her rush to make it through the crowd and escape this place before she could do anything she'd regret
Gamora was never a fan of losing control. ]
Wildcard
[ Again, anything you have to throw at Gamora feel free. She would be the least likely to participate or go near the Kissing Booths however. The red dust is mostly an awkward encounter and less sexy times. Otherwise you can also assume she was hit by a very different colour if want a more gen interaction. PM or kindofabigdeal if you have questions, or need to work anything out. ]
gamora | mcu
[ Gamora couldn’t help that her entire journey through Terran culture seemed to be food and music based. She could think of worse things to be overly interested in. She was perhaps just lucky that her physiology meant that she didn’t get fat eating all of the food. She was intensely aware that the offerings at these festivals were pretty much a competitive sport to her. She had to try and taste as much as she could in as little time as possible given the limited nature of the event.
Anything that was new for the local restaurants she made a mental note to taste again at a more leisurely pace given that the menus would be available outside of the energy festival. But the food from further away, or unique to the merchants? She made a priority.
Gamora looked like she had set up camp at one of the tables nearby for people to stop and eat rather than walk around. Or rather than she had set up an eating workspace. The table was getting treated more like a desk, but instead of notepads and pens, it was all food and utensils. Her phone was nearby to keep Magnus fully informed of any discovery she thought he needed to try for himself, but mostly she was powering through the meals like she was eating her last. ]
Colour Run
[ Gamora was fine with any kind of fitness clothing as long as none of it was camouflage. She never wanted to see that pattern on herself, or anyone else ever again. The white t-shirt was simple enough, though she made sure it went down past her navel and not above it – another side effect of her horrendous wishing well experience. She tried at least to pick the darkest leggings that were on offer, and had maybe felt just a little strange in the sneakers at first. They weren’t like her usual boots at all and while she was confident she could have still made the run in her boots, it was better to look like she fit in.
As much as a green alien could ever fit in.
By the time she finished the run, she looked more red than green, the dust coating her rather well. A now familiar tingle was started to spread through her body and she knew it wasn’t just the adrenaline from the running, or the sense of accomplishment at having finished.
Her ponytail swung back and forth as she stalked through the rest of the dust-covered crowd with purpose, an apology here and there murmured as she shoulder-checked a few unfortunate runners in her rush to make it through the crowd and escape this place before she could do anything she'd regret
Gamora was never a fan of losing control. ]
Wildcard
[ Again, anything you have to throw at Gamora feel free. She would be the least likely to participate or go near the Kissing Booths however. The red dust is mostly an awkward encounter and less sexy times. Otherwise you can also assume she was hit by a very different colour if want a more gen interaction. PM or