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entrancelogs2017-06-06 06:03 pm
beatupgrass) wrote in entrancelogs2017-06-06 06:03 pm
"The song 'If I Had a Hammer' is geared toward people who don't have hammers."
Who: Everyone's favorite trash panda AND YOU
Where: Wonderland's grounds
When: All of June, between events
Rating: PG-13, because Rocket's mouth
Format: Prose/Action (I'll match yours)
Summary: Rocket's dealing with some leftover canon update things and his best bet as far as returning to normalcy is working on his projects, both for himself and for whoever's requested them of him.
The Story:
a. if i had a hammer- peter, paul, and mary
Despite the numerous other projects that have been delayed due to events or Rocket just not feeling it, he's quick to jump on this particular request from Georgia. Not because he's picking favorites or anything, but because the challenge is unique and the results might benefit him too.
He has a motorcycle kicked up on the grounds with tools and odd contraptions sprawled around it, while he diligently works under it, despite the copious amounts of grease now coating his fur. Not far from where he's working, a CD player is blasting a song that he keeps humming along with.
Despite being absorbed in his work and the loudness of the music, if someone investigates the cheesy 60's music and off-key humming, Rocket barely breaks his stride before speaking up. "Got a question for you. How much do you weigh?"
b. you're the inspiration- chicago
Usually, Rocket stays in his room to work on his projects, and that holds true, but it's a really bad idea to test them inside, except when he wants to prove a point to someone over the network, ergo he's taken several out with him onto the checkerboard hills to test their effectiveness against makeshift targets and just work out some kinks.
There's a wide variety laid out around him as he adjusts and reconfigures each and every one before and after he tests them. The spread is varied too- some new prototype aero-rigs built with shoddier material than the ones he made back home, but good in a pinch, a few things that look like landmines, even more things that look like bombs. A few different types of gun, several melee weapons, at least one thing that looks like an arrow. Quite a few of them are things people have requested of him, if you're looking for an update or interested in seeing what he has.
And, of course, his CD player is back and blaring cheesy music. "This song's stupid," you might hear him say when this song first comes up. Later, you might actually catch him belting it.
Well, maybe not belting it more like loudly humming it and occasionally butting in with whatever words he actually remembers.
c. sledgehammer- peter gabriel
At the end of every day, once Rocket has dealt with his projects and put them aside, he can found by the lake, which is a really strange place for him. He's not really a fan of water, in general, but it's a nice, relaxing place to unwind and get the grease off his fur and chill out with his tunes.
...His tunes that are rapidly starting to get on his nerves a bit, though, like mold, most of them are growing on him. It's just that his attempts to get the closets to cough up "Peter Quill's music" has essentially led him to an unwieldy collection of CDs featuring artists named Peter or bands fronted by people named Peter, and he was too drunk to remember what Rip said about what kind of music that shit was, so this is what he has now. Embrace it.
But as far as anyone else can see right now, there's three feet worth of fuzzy raccoonoid sitting at the edge of the lake, trying to get grease off the top of his head with the combination of a rag and his own bare hands, while humming along to some Peter Gabriel. It's disturbingly (and unfortunately, in his case) adorable.
Where: Wonderland's grounds
When: All of June, between events
Rating: PG-13, because Rocket's mouth
Format: Prose/Action (I'll match yours)
Summary: Rocket's dealing with some leftover canon update things and his best bet as far as returning to normalcy is working on his projects, both for himself and for whoever's requested them of him.
The Story:
a. if i had a hammer- peter, paul, and mary
Despite the numerous other projects that have been delayed due to events or Rocket just not feeling it, he's quick to jump on this particular request from Georgia. Not because he's picking favorites or anything, but because the challenge is unique and the results might benefit him too.
He has a motorcycle kicked up on the grounds with tools and odd contraptions sprawled around it, while he diligently works under it, despite the copious amounts of grease now coating his fur. Not far from where he's working, a CD player is blasting a song that he keeps humming along with.
Despite being absorbed in his work and the loudness of the music, if someone investigates the cheesy 60's music and off-key humming, Rocket barely breaks his stride before speaking up. "Got a question for you. How much do you weigh?"
b. you're the inspiration- chicago
Usually, Rocket stays in his room to work on his projects, and that holds true, but it's a really bad idea to test them inside, except when he wants to prove a point to someone over the network, ergo he's taken several out with him onto the checkerboard hills to test their effectiveness against makeshift targets and just work out some kinks.
There's a wide variety laid out around him as he adjusts and reconfigures each and every one before and after he tests them. The spread is varied too- some new prototype aero-rigs built with shoddier material than the ones he made back home, but good in a pinch, a few things that look like landmines, even more things that look like bombs. A few different types of gun, several melee weapons, at least one thing that looks like an arrow. Quite a few of them are things people have requested of him, if you're looking for an update or interested in seeing what he has.
And, of course, his CD player is back and blaring cheesy music. "This song's stupid," you might hear him say when this song first comes up. Later, you might actually catch him belting it.
Well, maybe not belting it more like loudly humming it and occasionally butting in with whatever words he actually remembers.
c. sledgehammer- peter gabriel
At the end of every day, once Rocket has dealt with his projects and put them aside, he can found by the lake, which is a really strange place for him. He's not really a fan of water, in general, but it's a nice, relaxing place to unwind and get the grease off his fur and chill out with his tunes.
...His tunes that are rapidly starting to get on his nerves a bit, though, like mold, most of them are growing on him. It's just that his attempts to get the closets to cough up "Peter Quill's music" has essentially led him to an unwieldy collection of CDs featuring artists named Peter or bands fronted by people named Peter, and he was too drunk to remember what Rip said about what kind of music that shit was, so this is what he has now. Embrace it.
But as far as anyone else can see right now, there's three feet worth of fuzzy raccoonoid sitting at the edge of the lake, trying to get grease off the top of his head with the combination of a rag and his own bare hands, while humming along to some Peter Gabriel. It's disturbingly (and unfortunately, in his case) adorable.
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She appears just down the hall, walking towards him.]
I'm not in there, but I do have opinions in spades.
[She makes it to the door, unlocking and opening it up before gesturing him inside.]
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Sort of. Some of my stuff is still here, but I...kind of moved in with my boyfriend after the whole mess with the mirrors.
[She heads into her old room which still looks about the same as it always did, minus a few things here and there.]
We can still talk in here though.
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[which is apparently different from a regular opinion. don't ask him how.] These are both retractable, and I gotta build around 'em to make them work as both a taser and a blade so she's got fatal and nonfatal options. I'm just debating on the hilt and blade aesthetics.
[one has a rounded hilt with a sharp pike-like blade, while the other looks closer to a small dagger.]
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[LONGER THAN DAMON HAS TYVM
She holds a hand out to take one of them so she can give it a once over.]
Well, she's human, so the lighter the better so she can be quick with it. Elena's basically the definition of simple but elegant, so nothing too flashy. [She lifts her brows as she hands it back.] Damon didn't tell you what he wanted them to look like?
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I think he figured I'm the dude making 'em, I should have a pretty good understandin' of what I'm trying to do here. Honestly, as long as it does what it needs to, he probably doesn't give a shit what it looks like, and neither do I.
[he shrugs.] But some women get particular. Hence the lady opinion.
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Elena won't get particular. She'd rather they work well than look pretty, considering what she's going to be using them for. I would too.
[She pauses, pressing her lips together.]
The safer she is, the better.
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[also he likes guns more in general. they've got a lot going for them.]
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You think a gun is going to help against someone like me?
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[To prove her point, she moves in a blur of movement until she's directly behind him, tapping on his shoulder before he can even blink.]
No, I'm going to be up in your business before you can even draw it. With a blade, the closer I am, the better. If you somehow incorporate vervain or wood into it, then it'll really take one of us down.
[...This info will come in handy later, won't it.]
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[yes hand a tactician the instrument of your demise, Caro.] ...Good to know. Just one thing. What the hell's a vervain?
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[Baby!Vampire Caroline, it's true.]
Oh, right. Hold on. [She goes to the closet to retrieve some. He would note that it's in a flower pot when she pulls it out, and she's very careful not to touch the petals] It's a plant.
[He wouldn't use it without a good reason, right? Even if it's her?]
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My best friend's a tree, but that don't exactly make me a botanist. [Though he has learned a lot more about plants since Groot's... "revival" if only because he doesn't know how else to care for a baby tree. That said... still doesn't mean he knows how to go around poisoning people.
Or, with a bitter thought, how to recognize when someone's been poisoned.] You can just get it from the closets like that?
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[She sets the plant down on her coffee table, sitting back down on the couch, before leaning forward and brushing her palm ever so gently against the blooms.
He'd be able to hear the short sizzle of her skin before she pulls it back and shakes it, letting it heal.]
See? Our mirrors are probably all vampires too, which is why I brought it up at all.
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I ain't gonna deny it's nice to know, but you don't have to run your fingers through it on my account. My cybernetics go crazy if they get a good jolt of electricity and you don't see me licking a socket to prove it.
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It's not like I ate it. Now that would be stupid. [She grins, giving him a knowing look.] Thanks for worrying about me, though.
[She knows what's up.]
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[he gives the plant another look.] Can I take that? I'd ask the closet for my own, but I figure you're not lookin' to add a new topiary to your room.
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[She doesn't believe that. At all. Sorry Rocket.]
Sure. [She gestures toward it.] I can always get more if I need it.
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