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[nostalgiabomb]

[ 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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[smokedout]

[He lets out a chuckle at that.]

That pretty much proves I sent the right picture. His name's Reaper. Ex-military hero turned terrorist, but a real sweet guy if you read between the lines. And he can suck the life out of shit around him.

[Which you'd think would be where he starts speaking seriously but no, it's almost like he thinks sucking life out things is attractive. What the hell, Dodger.]

Just be careful if you get on his bad side. He packs a pretty mean punch - and I'd have to kill you for getting on his nerves.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Dodger. Dodger, what are you telling him.

Because that sounds like someone out of an actual horror movie. ]

... You know, I’m getting less and less enamored with the idea of meeting this guy the more you talk him up? [ But there’s amusement in Peter’s voice more than anything. ] I think I’d prefer not bein’ murdered on account of annoying someone.

[smokedout]

To each his own.

[There's a broad grin on his face, regardless. He doesn't expect anyone to be on the same level as him as far as tastes, so there's no hard feelings.]

Point being, sweet-talking him is a dangerous game. But if you think it's worth it, hell, word of a stranger's usually enough for me.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ There's a pensive sort of pause on Peter's end, as he studies the sent photo again. ]

Scale of one to ten, how liable is this guy to, like, shoot you for saying the wrong thing? Like, one being not at all, and ten being "If I so much as look at him wrong, I'm getting a bullet in the head"?