Peter "Star Lord" Quill (
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testrun_box2014-08-05 03:20 pm
Peter Quill, Star-Lord : Marvel Movie Universe
1. Spending a fair amount of time out about the stars had given Peter an odd sense of confidence, allowing him to walk up to any and all manner of the fairer sex without a lick of hesitation keeping him at bay. Though the end result was often a cold shoulder, Peter found some bit of entertainment from being able to make at least some conversation with people in the process. When he strikes out hard, he leans in and motions to the woman on his right, cuing in and trying to discuss his woes with the closet ear available.

"She's no Farrah Fawcett. You think she'd be a bit more open about spending some time with a guy that's giving her the time of day. Some people, man."
2. Was he not supposed to do that? That sure was a nice centerpiece sitting on your coffee table. It can't be anything remotely important or valuable, aside from you sentimentality for it. Whatever it might be, it's currently being held over Quill's head by his out-stretched arms. The hunter has a rather dumb-founded look on his face, his eyes darting back and forth now that they are no longer encased by his helmet. There seems to be some bit of confusion here, so perhaps now might be a good time to get some clarification.

"Heeeeey there uhh-.. bro. Bro-ess? I can't see too well right now, ya' know, what with it being so dark in here but since you brought a light I can clearly see that this isn't the.. umm.. what is this- thing! Yeah, thing. This isn't the thing I was lookin' for. But you should be honored, man. Seriously. It's an honor for your goods to even be considered worth my time."
"She's no Farrah Fawcett. You think she'd be a bit more open about spending some time with a guy that's giving her the time of day. Some people, man."
2. Was he not supposed to do that? That sure was a nice centerpiece sitting on your coffee table. It can't be anything remotely important or valuable, aside from you sentimentality for it. Whatever it might be, it's currently being held over Quill's head by his out-stretched arms. The hunter has a rather dumb-founded look on his face, his eyes darting back and forth now that they are no longer encased by his helmet. There seems to be some bit of confusion here, so perhaps now might be a good time to get some clarification.
"Heeeeey there uhh-.. bro. Bro-ess? I can't see too well right now, ya' know, what with it being so dark in here but since you brought a light I can clearly see that this isn't the.. umm.. what is this- thing! Yeah, thing. This isn't the thing I was lookin' for. But you should be honored, man. Seriously. It's an honor for your goods to even be considered worth my time."

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Disappointing. Really disappointing. Had he gone soft or had the media really not gotten wind of his exploits? Peter was pretty sure his stealing a small time craft belonging to a planet cracker crew would have made some spot on the Galactic News. Or.. maybe not?
"Look. I was told I'd get a high price for that Mister Potato head you got there, or whatever it is."
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Are you sure you are not thinking about the Infinite Energy Potato, oh dear sir Star Lord the burglar?
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Peter remembers being very fond of French Fries when he was younger. They haven't had much of anything like that here in among the stars, so it could be a beneficial gamble for him to make off with the genetically-altered spud.
Then again. Too much salt was bad for you, right? That's a thing, isn't it?
"An Infinite.. Wait.. Did you?"
It's like angels have descended from on high to ring sweet notes in his ears.
"You called me Star-Lord."
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[Alessandra looks like someone who'd shrug if it wasn't too impolite. Instead she starts scrambling around the room, putting a pot on a bunsen burner... for some reason.]
It is rather unique a name I must admit, but not the most unusual of appellations I have learnt of, even recently. Could it be that refering to your personage by the name given is akin to a curse, and causes supernatural side effects? As a woman of science, I must stand opposed to such superstitions!
... Tea?
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FINALLY.
Wait. What did she just ask now? Does he drink tea? No, not that. What was the other thing? He was a bit thirsty. He normally didn't sweat as much as he had in the middle of being caught, so perhaps he could hydrate himself then be on his way. Though something did seem rather odd about getting an invitation to tea from the very person he was trying to rob.
"Huh? Oh, tea? Uhh- Sure. If you're buying. Or brewing. You're brewing. Sounds good."
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I mean not only the tea, of course. The Self-Salting Potato is currently undergoing beta tasting so I am afraid it will have to remain here for the time being. As for the Infinite Energy Potato, oh so easily confused with the former...
It is unfortunately not here today.