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riverview2018-05-18 11:16 pm
nostalgiabomb) wrote in riverview2018-05-18 11:16 pm
Entry tags:
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- marvel (tv): skye,
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video; @star.lord
[ INT. Shared Housing, Floor 13, Room 4 – Very Late Night.
We open on a shot of the living space in one of the many shared housing units. It's dark in the messy room, with a couple of red jackets tossed onto the backs of chairs. Nearby, soft snores are audible.
In frame is a small, wooden creature, his giant eyes squinting with concentration as he stares at the screen. An old, beat-up mp3 player and a Sony Walkman sit beside him on the coffee table. The little creature mumbles a tiny, irritated— ]
I am Groot?
[ —in the same tone of voice someone else might use to ask, “How the hell do you work this thing?” He pokes at the screen fruitlessly for a while, but soon enough, his eyes light up as he shoves his hand forward one last time.
Suddenly, “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap” by the illustrious AC/DC shrieks over stereo speakers.
DONE. DIRT. CHEAP.
Sorry about your beauty sleep, Floor 13. And probably Floors 12 and 14.
The sapling yelps, scrambling and panicking to figure out how to stop this crazy thing, just as a sleep-tousled Star-Lord stumbles into frame, flicking on a light. Barely audible over the music, ]
Groot, what are you—?
[ Busted.
Peter picks up the device, sees that it’s recording, and he grimaces. ]
Oh, son of a—
[ Which is when the feed and the music both cut out. ]
We open on a shot of the living space in one of the many shared housing units. It's dark in the messy room, with a couple of red jackets tossed onto the backs of chairs. Nearby, soft snores are audible.
In frame is a small, wooden creature, his giant eyes squinting with concentration as he stares at the screen. An old, beat-up mp3 player and a Sony Walkman sit beside him on the coffee table. The little creature mumbles a tiny, irritated— ]
I am Groot?
[ —in the same tone of voice someone else might use to ask, “How the hell do you work this thing?” He pokes at the screen fruitlessly for a while, but soon enough, his eyes light up as he shoves his hand forward one last time.
Suddenly, “Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap” by the illustrious AC/DC shrieks over stereo speakers.
DONE. DIRT. CHEAP.
Sorry about your beauty sleep, Floor 13. And probably Floors 12 and 14.
The sapling yelps, scrambling and panicking to figure out how to stop this crazy thing, just as a sleep-tousled Star-Lord stumbles into frame, flicking on a light. Barely audible over the music, ]
Groot, what are you—?
[ Busted.
Peter picks up the device, sees that it’s recording, and he grimaces. ]
Oh, son of a—
[ Which is when the feed and the music both cut out. ]
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[Her eyes flick to Groot for a moment, studying him, before she continues.]
He very much resembles what is known in the common tongue as an ent. They grow much larger than he, and are much slower in their movements, but they have always spoken of their young ones as 'hasty.' The Entwives were lost long ago, and so there have been no entlings for many thousands of years. Even I have not seen one. I have no notion of how they truly appear, but if I were to imagine- [She gestures at Groot. He's pretty close.]
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Peter, though, frowns down at him, thoughtful. ]
We, uh. We were told he was a Flora colossus. I think his home world was a place called Planet X?
[ —which, all things considered, wasn't the most imaginative name, but still. ]
Maybe they're distant relatives or something?
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Perhaps. Not long ago, I would have thought it impossible, but before coming here I would have thought many things impossible which I now know to be truth.
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... give him, like, a minute, and he'll probably forget he's even in trouble. ]
Yeah. This place is just full of surprises.
[ He almost says it fondly. Despite the random kidnapping and the fact that they're basically stuck here until the portal decides their number is up, Peter kind of likes it here.
Sometimes. The random monster attacks and the strange disease floating around has tempered his affection for Riverview but it's not the worst place he's ever been. ]
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And this pleases you, I gather? [She's still undecided on the place itself. The unexpected and unintended arrival was certainly distastful, but she hasn't seen enough to truly make an impression- and it's definitely not the worst place she's ever been either.]
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It's got its ups and downs, I guess. It's not awful, but— they can't seem to get a good handle on all the magic crap they've got floating around, so it can be sort of...
[ He trails off, gesturing vaguely in hopes that it'll bring the word to mind.
He settles on, ]
... unpredictable.