[ Well, it certainly is some kinda scene. She's familiar inasmuch as any orber from the station might be, but Peter hasn't really made it a point (just yet) to memorize all of the names and the faces that go along with them.
It's actually the sight of his red jacket on her that snags his attention first, setting off the immature, Ravager part of him that gets just a little bit possessive over his belongings because if he didn't take care of 'em, someone else on the team would gladly step in, steal his shit off of him, and then sell it to the highest bidder.
Ah, space pirates. You gotta love 'em.
(He decidedly does not. Not for half of the time anyway.)
But! — before he can really think about it, before he can take even two seconds to realize that he's also wearing the same freakin' jacket right now, he's making a beeline for her and her lazy Cubit, calling out: ]
Hey! You! That jacket? That's mine —
[ And then being reminded that she's just a kid.
Aaaand he's acting like a total weirdo right now. ]
[Is what she says when she whips her head around, accidentally getting her red hair in her face before she just as grumpily shoves it back. But the voice and appearance catches up with her, and she immediately freezes at the sight of him; sure, she'd known about his arrival. But... what was she gonna do? Fake being some stranger? Try not to get sappy at someone who doesn't know her? She thins her lips and turns around, showing off the STARDUST in big letters.]
It's my jacket, for the record.
With my codename. Proof's in the pudding.
[... Ugh. She's not trying to be mean. She's just flustered. Looking at him is way more sentimental than she wants it to be, so overcompensating seems like the thing to do... 'til it's not. Folding her arms, she motionsat the jacket he's in, using the hand at her elbow.]
... Besides, yours is on your back, space cadet.
[(Glooish is snoozing, he does not give a flying fuck about this conversation.)]
There are so many things Peter wants to say right now, his mouth opening and closing with each insult she lobs at him, chipping away at his already woeful insecurities, but he doesn't. Look, he might claim to have his shit together, and to always be the Mature One (okay that's false, that's definitely Gamora), but the truth of the matter is: he's anything but.
He's learning, he's growing, but he's still got a lot of work to do. And if he gets a little bent out of shape for being called a 'nerd' and then a 'space cadet' ... well, that's not on him, okay? That's on his myriad of issues! (It's on him. It's definitely on him.)
Okay. You're a freakin' adult, Quill. Maybe try and not? Be such a childish a-hole to the actual person allowed to be childish here? ]
How's your codename almost the same as mine?
[ His voice is a little less accusatory; more mystified. ]
Okay. [ He scrubs at his face, but he's taking a moment. ] This is another one of those alternate-universe-me things, right?
[She offers a small shrug, seeming a little closed-off. Like maybe she's nervous to continue this conversation — or at least battles herself on it. It's hard to consider the fact that she'd be starting from zero with Peter; she'd cared about him a lot. And he cared about her. At least, enough that he'd give her a collapsible space mask like his — and leave her a jetpack before he went. One she's got even now, carefully tucked away in her qiankun bag.]
It's like Ziggy Stardust.
I mean, my nickname's Ziggy. Stardust came naturally.
[She drops her arms at her sides. Relenting, a little.]
Would that bother you? What if I was an alternate-universe-you?
I mean, no. If you were an alternate-universe me, that'd be awesome.
[ He doesn't even know her, but look at her! She's small and feisty and she actually does make his jacket (or a version of his jacket) look cool.
And don't even get him started on the name. Ziggy Stardust? Like Bowie? ]
I meant more like — [ Here we go ] — okay, so when I first got here a couple of people were looking at me weird, like they'd seen a ghost. Turns out a version of me was here before, and then he left, and now I'm here but I'm a different version of that guy so I don't have any of his memories.
I don't even know if we're really the same person.
[ Timeline shenanigans are seriously so messed up. ]
[Ziggy bites her lip, glancing away and offering the most casual nod of the head, as if this is all just totally not a big deal. She could imagine how weird it is... to just... show up somewhere and people just know you. Off-putting, unsettling, all those words. And it makes her utterly anxious to add onto that feeling. After all, it might scare him off; her dad watching her shrink in his rearview mirror was plenty enough abandonment, thanks.
But, ugh. Peter doesn't owe her anything. Truthfully, she owes him more.
Reaching into the small bag hanging off her belt, she retrieves something to place behind her ear — and then taps there with a begrudging sigh, so that a very, very, very, very accurate replica of Peter's mask grows over her face. In fact, it's so accurate, you'd think it wasn't a replica at all. (It's not.)]
Yeah, well. You've probably got a lot in common, at the least.
For the record, though... I'm not a Guardian of any Galaxy, or a Star-Lord, or... anything.
I'm just Ziggy.
[She likes wearing the mask currently. He can't see how she's actually freaking nervous about admitting any of this to someone who rightfully sees her as some random kid. Tapping her finger on the mask, she adds:]
You show up with one of these?
Could always give it back to you if you're missing it. I've got back-ups.
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Date: 2023-07-21 03:36 am (UTC)It's actually the sight of his red jacket on her that snags his attention first, setting off the immature, Ravager part of him that gets just a little bit possessive over his belongings because if he didn't take care of 'em, someone else on the team would gladly step in, steal his shit off of him, and then sell it to the highest bidder.
Ah, space pirates. You gotta love 'em.
(He decidedly does not. Not for half of the time anyway.)
But! — before he can really think about it, before he can take even two seconds to realize that he's also wearing the same freakin' jacket right now, he's making a beeline for her and her lazy Cubit, calling out: ]
Hey! You! That jacket? That's mine —
[ And then being reminded that she's just a kid.
Aaaand he's acting like a total weirdo right now. ]
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Date: 2023-07-21 04:03 am (UTC)[Is what she says when she whips her head around, accidentally getting her red hair in her face before she just as grumpily shoves it back. But the voice and appearance catches up with her, and she immediately freezes at the sight of him; sure, she'd known about his arrival. But... what was she gonna do? Fake being some stranger? Try not to get sappy at someone who doesn't know her? She thins her lips and turns around, showing off the STARDUST in big letters.]
It's my jacket, for the record.
With my codename. Proof's in the pudding.
[... Ugh. She's not trying to be mean. She's just flustered. Looking at him is way more sentimental than she wants it to be, so overcompensating seems like the thing to do... 'til it's not. Folding her arms, she motionsat the jacket he's in, using the hand at her elbow.]
... Besides, yours is on your back, space cadet.
[(Glooish is snoozing, he does not give a flying fuck about this conversation.)]
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Date: 2023-07-21 04:25 am (UTC)There are so many things Peter wants to say right now, his mouth opening and closing with each insult she lobs at him, chipping away at his already woeful insecurities, but he doesn't. Look, he might claim to have his shit together, and to always be the Mature One (okay that's false, that's definitely Gamora), but the truth of the matter is: he's anything but.
He's learning, he's growing, but he's still got a lot of work to do. And if he gets a little bent out of shape for being called a 'nerd' and then a 'space cadet' ... well, that's not on him, okay? That's on his myriad of issues! (It's on him. It's definitely on him.)
Okay. You're a freakin' adult, Quill. Maybe try and not? Be such a childish a-hole to the actual person allowed to be childish here? ]
How's your codename almost the same as mine?
[ His voice is a little less accusatory; more mystified. ]
Okay. [ He scrubs at his face, but he's taking a moment. ] This is another one of those alternate-universe-me things, right?
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Date: 2023-07-27 07:19 pm (UTC)It's like Ziggy Stardust.
I mean, my nickname's Ziggy. Stardust came naturally.
[She drops her arms at her sides. Relenting, a little.]
Would that bother you? What if I was an alternate-universe-you?
[Sure, she isn't. But it's a thought.]
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Date: 2023-08-08 05:13 pm (UTC)[ He doesn't even know her, but look at her! She's small and feisty and she actually does make his jacket (or a version of his jacket) look cool.
And don't even get him started on the name. Ziggy Stardust? Like Bowie? ]
I meant more like — [ Here we go ] — okay, so when I first got here a couple of people were looking at me weird, like they'd seen a ghost. Turns out a version of me was here before, and then he left, and now I'm here but I'm a different version of that guy so I don't have any of his memories.
I don't even know if we're really the same person.
[ Timeline shenanigans are seriously so messed up. ]
nonsense, you know that i thrive on older tags
Date: 2023-08-09 12:49 am (UTC)But, ugh. Peter doesn't owe her anything. Truthfully, she owes him more.
Reaching into the small bag hanging off her belt, she retrieves something to place behind her ear — and then taps there with a begrudging sigh, so that a very, very, very, very accurate replica of Peter's mask grows over her face. In fact, it's so accurate, you'd think it wasn't a replica at all. (It's not.)]
Yeah, well. You've probably got a lot in common, at the least.
For the record, though... I'm not a Guardian of any Galaxy, or a Star-Lord, or... anything.
I'm just Ziggy.
[She likes wearing the mask currently. He can't see how she's actually freaking nervous about admitting any of this to someone who rightfully sees her as some random kid. Tapping her finger on the mask, she adds:]
You show up with one of these?
Could always give it back to you if you're missing it. I've got back-ups.