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[ Distinguished and not-so distinguished residents of Riverview, hello.

Currently, you are graced with a mugshot of one Peter “Space-Duke” Quill and a view of the messier half of his shared apartment. In his hand is his trusty mp3 player – which boasts at least three hundred songs, holy crap, y’all – and while he has one bud in his ear, the other dangles from the wire. ]

So. Apparently if nothing else, this place has, like, all the music ever. So if I’ve gotta be stuck here, might as well make the most of it, right?

I’m on the hunt for somethin’ new. Tryin’ to play a whole lot of catch up. If anyone’s got any music recommendations, I’m all ears. Songs, artists, albums, weird, avant-garde stuff with a guy saying “number nine” over and over – hit me with your best shot. I’ll try anything once.

Also, uh.

[ A pause, and he turns the mp3 player’s face toward the camera. The screen happily displays the album art of The Best of Earth, Wind & Fire, Vol. 1 while “September” plays. Zunes, man!! Aren’t they rad? ]

Don’t suppose anyone here’s familiar enough with this that they can show me how to add stuff?

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Yeah. [ He appreciates the lack of judgement. He really does. Especially judging by the way he kind of perks up. ] You’ve seen one?

I’ve heard of all those folks but Mika, and also, holy crap, I love Ferris Bueller.

And seriously, if you can show me how to work this thing, I’ll owe you big time.

[...Typing is annoying, it's easier to speak. So Peter gets to see a scarred-up man missing a right eye and currently sporting what looks like a shock collar with a glowing green light on the buckle.]

Fuck do you mean you don't know Mika?

[Probably that it's the only semi-recent music he mentioned? But he's sending over a song because this man needs to be educated.]

You seemed like the Ferris Bueller type - and, you know the phones they give out at the welcome center hold more music than a Zune can, right?

[He totally gets it if it's a nostalgia thing, though... considering he has a CD player.]

[ Uhhh.

Peter looks startled, but to his credit, it only lasts, like, a half-second. He’s lived with some people who looked about as banged up as this guy does, including a dude with a cybernetic eye who popped it out whenever he went to sleep. Peter knows better than to ask after it, or to say something crass like, “Holy shit, you look like you got in a fight with a hedge trimmer.”

The collar is interesting, though, kinda like something out of Star Trek. But, like, okay, Peter’s not into that kind of stuff, but some people are, and, hey, Peter’s willing to live and let live.

He gives the song a listen, and about halfway through, he decides it likes it. The harmonies kind of remind him of ABBA, and the singer is giving him some Freddie Mercury vibes. ]

Alright. Adding Mika to the list.

[ He glances at the Zune, with its thirty gigabytes of space, which seems like plenty. ]

I mean, I’m already kinda using this? And there’s still plenty of space. The stuff I’ve already got doesn’t even make a dent, and that’s three hundred songs.

[ Yes, that’s right, bro. Peter said three hundred. ]

[....Dodger's raising a brow.]

Do you seriously need that much music?

[How long does it even take to get through three hundred songs??? There's a look of... just utter bemusement on his face, before he shakes his head to clear it.]

...I guess it doesn't matter on my end. You got a computer and a sync cable where you are? And uh- are you in the communal hall at the moment?

To be fair, the music was already on here when I got it. Whoever had this before me must’ve gone on a binge and dumped whatever they could find on here.

[ Which is to say, yeah, Peter agrees that three hundred songs is excessive. But also kind of awesome.

And also, Peter is going to pause for a second, here. Then, ]

A what-cable?

[ This is, perhaps, the root of the problem. ]

A sync cable.

[He repeats as if that's going to get them anywhere. Jesus, and he thought he was behind the times.]

It's- a cord that connects the player to a computer so you can charge it and put songs on it. [Groan.] I can't help you if you don't have one, legally I can't leave the hall right now and my damn robot dog is busted.

[He's still not used to saying things like "my robot dog is busted", but... everything's weird in this city.]

[ Oh.

Well, that stinks.

Back home, they had to jury-rig a cord to charge the Zune’s battery, and Peter was lucky enough to have it on hand, but by no means is it meant for data transfer. So, okay, all of that is bad news, and Peter looks deeply disappointed for a second, chewing on his lip.

He huffs out a breath after a second, then, ]

What happened to your robot dog?

[ Because this is the important conversation to be having. ]

[Hey, it's better than having the conversation end on bad news. Dodger shrugs awkwardly and pans the camera to show the dog. It's a crumpled heap that looks very much like a dead malinois... except for the fact that one of its ears is missing, along with a large patch of fur that shows metal plates and wiring. It looks like a few patches of its fur were scortched as well, and its head has a heavy dent in it.]

Got his ass handed to him by some kind of... flaming pony demon.

[And Dodger's just sort of... been keeping him next to his laundry for safe-keeping, apparently. What else do you do with broken dog robots??]

[ Peter opens his mouth.

Then he closes it.

Then, ]

A… flaming pony demon.

[ The words “pony” and “demon” don’t belong together, in Peter’s mind. ]

Was he dicking around outside the fence?

No, this asshole that lives in the communal hall tried to burn my door down. The pony thing belonged to him. Brink got broken trying to keep my room safe.

[He's visibly shaken by the whole thing... yes, it was his fault, but how was he supposed to know that taunting a kid in a wheelchair would turn into constantly glancing over his back to make sure there weren't any knives aimed at it?]

Believe me, if I had time to go out and kill shit outside the walls I would. But I'm pretty sure if I leave my room for more than a few hours a day someone's gonna break in and trash it.

[ Peter’s expression twists, something that says “Eesh, holy shit,” but without so many words. ]

What the hell did he do that for? [ And also, should Peter be worried about breaking and entering attempts by demon horseys? Because that was pretty low on his list of concerns up until now. ]

Is this, like, a thing around here? Who’s just siccing demons on folks?

[He shrugs, rather than give a concrete explanation on why it happened. It's a long story - it's not even that he doesn't want to tell it, it's just that he'd rather be sure Peter is going to be on his side of things.]

There's this viking kid in a wheelchair, lives on Floor Five. Goes by Ivar Ragnarsson, or Ivar the Boneless. If I were you I'd keep out of his hair, he's gotta sleep with at least fifty knives on hand.

[ "The Boneless."

Huh. He's talking to a guy with that username right now, actually, and Peter frowns thoughtfully.

(The mention of sleeping with knives makes him think of Drax back home, though, and he feels the briefest pang of homesickness.) ]

I'll keep that in mind.

[ is what he says aloud, but if this Ivar guy is the same as the one Peter's talking to, Peter also just literally gave the guy suggestions on songs to listen to while battling, so.

Oops? ]

Sorry about your dog, though. That sucks.

Shit happens. [He offers a shrug.] Just make sure not to make that kid angry if you do talk to him. Better off not having the aggravation.

[He pauses, picking his phone up to look something up before speaking.]

They sell chargers at the electronics store down the street from the communal hall, you might be able to find a sync cable there. They look like this.

[He sends over a picture taken off of Riverview's version of google.]

Once you've got one I can help you out, but damn... that is old-ass tech. Y'know I was fourteen when the first Zune came out?

[ He takes a mental not of the picture, his expression probably a lot more serious than the situation warrants, but—

The Zune was a gift. An important one. And he's going to damn well learn the ins and outs of the thing, even if it kills him.

The mention of the Zune being old though trips him up a little, and Peter frowns. By now he's under the impression that the Zune isn't quite as popular as Kraglin mentioned it being, but old? ]

And how long ago was that, exactly?

Eleven years ago, maybe? I was born in '92.

[Not that he thinks that'll mean much, but... I mean, the guy's got some familiar tech, so their worlds can't be too different.]

Hell, these days you can get headphones that keep all your music in them. No player required. But I'm not much of a tech buff.

[ Okay. Math time. 1992. Plus 14 years makes it 2006? So that's when the Zune came out, which makes it— a little less than a decade old?

Ish?

Peter frowns a little, tapping the edge of the Zune's rubber casing. ]

Yeah. Dunno if I need all that. Kinda prefer something in front of me.

[ Star-Lord? More like Star-Luddite. ]

Hey, can't argue there... still having some trouble moving on from CDs.

[He shrugs lightly.]

You from the same time period as that thing, or just collect old shit?

Might be from the same time period? I think.

[ He quickly goes over his mental math again, trying to recall how the conversion works from the general galactic standard to Terran time. Eventually, he settles on, ]

It was, uh, 2014? Ish? For me.

[ A pause as he reconsiders. ]

... Pretty sure, anyway.

[That puts a lazy grin on his face.]

So I am from the future for you... it's 2017 for me. 'Least, last I checked it was. Any good reason you're having trouble remembering?

[ With all the defensiveness of a child insisting he’s not eight, but eight and a half, ] That’s only three years, dude. Try not to be too smug.

[ As for the question, Peter lifts a shoulder in a quick shrug. ] I don’t really have a reason to keep track of time on Earth. I haven’t been back there in a while.

What, you some kind of space lord?

[That's a thing, right? Not like Dodger's world has much in terms of space travel... they haven't sorted out their own affairs enough to contact other planets.]

[ By now, making the correction is second nature: ]

Star-Lord.

[ —wait, no, that’s not what the guy is saying. ]

But, yeah. I don’t live on Earth. Easier to say I do a lot of traveling.

Star-Lord.

[That... just puts a grin on his face. That's fucking adorable.]

Is that a military title?

[ excuse you??? it is not adorable. it is cool and badass and a title worthy of respect.

(good thing Dodger can’t see the notebook tucked away on Peter’s desk, where, in moments of boredom, he’s doodled “Star-Lord” over and over in different kinds of block lettering across a couple of pages.)

To Peter’s credit, he only bristles a little. ]

It’s a call sign.

[ Well, it was Peter’s attempt at an outlaw name for a little while there, but considering he’s turned over a new leaf, he can’t really consider himself as infamous as Black Bart or the Sundance Kid. ]

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