[ever the opportunist, rocket has taken up a spot on the ground floor of gamma building, an array of scrap taking up the space in the corner of the lobby that he's claimed for himself. each of the other two buildings has a hastily scrawled out sign telling the new arrivals where he is; an offer to have him do let them in to their assigned rooms. he may not have working keys to all their doors, but they aren't necessarily needed. he has his own methods. ones he's sorely hoping the positive will outweigh the negative with.
so yes, meet rocket. the raccoon fuzzy looking guy who's currently swearing up a storm as he builds...whatever it is he's building. (spoilers: it's not a bomb this time). if he's not there, there's instead a sorry looking plant stepping in for him, a sign leaning against its pot saying he'll be back in a while. (also a warning not to touch his shit. but that's to be expected).
no subject
no one's blowing up moons.
you just wanna suck the joy out of everything.
so i hear you have an access problem.
so yes, meet rocket. the
raccoonfuzzy looking guy who's currently swearing up a storm as he builds...whatever it is he's building. (spoilers: it's not a bomb this time). if he's not there, there's instead a sorry looking plant stepping in for him, a sign leaning against its pot saying he'll be back in a while. (also a warning not to touch his shit. but that's to be expected).stick around, he won't be long.]