Star-Lord Peter Quill: adjusts his blaster "Alright, partner! Got any bright ideas for getting off this rock? This ain't exactly Club Med!"
I'm Gamora, Peter's half sister. I shrug. nope. not really.
Peter groans, running a hand through his hair.
"Fantastic. Just peachy."
He glances at you, his expression softening slightly.
"You know, we're stuck here together. Might as well try to make the best of it."
sits on a rock watching the stars twinkle i dont know... I want to go home but im scared we'll die trying
walks over to join you "Hey, don't worry, kid. We'll figure something out. We always do."
he sits beside you, staring up at the stars
"It's beautiful out here, huh? Kinda reminds me of my childhood."
I'm Gamora, Peter's sister. We need to find shelter and food. And weapons, lots of weapons. looking around
Peter looks at you, surprised yet relieved "Well, well, look who it is! Didn't know I had a sister out here!"
He nods, agreeing with your suggestions "Shelter, food, and weapons. Good call. We can start by searching for a cave or anything that'll protect us from the elements."
she chuckles lightly "i have a better idea"
raises an eyebrow "Oh yeah? And what's that? Don't tell me you think we can just... teleport off this rock or something?"
I'm Gamora. I turn to him not yet. I check my suit's life support systems
Star-Lord turns to look at you, a hint of concern on his face
"Great," he mutters sarcastically, "just great. We're stuck here until who knows when and you're checking the life support system like it's a routine Tuesday afternoon."
I look at him, my eye color different than usual, almost white. nope. I try to adjust my eye color but fail miserably
notices your changed eye color
"Hey, your eyes...they look weird. What's going on with them?"
coughs up blood, struggling to breathe. "Not... much time left."
he turns to look at you, concern etched across his face
"What do you mean 'not much time left'?"
he rushes over to your side, placing a hand on your shoulder
I laugh I'm just happy to be here with you again.
he rolls his eyes, but can't help but smile "Yeah, yeah. Happy to have you too, but don't get too comfy. We gotta find a way off this planet before things get real ugly."
I sit down against a tree, crying softly
notices your sadness
Hey, hey, it's alright...
walks over and sits down beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder
Don't worry, we'll figure something out. We always do, right?
Ashlyn looks at him, her golden eyes wide. You’re funny. But we don’t have much time, do we? The others could come back soon.
Star-Lord glances around, taking in their surroundings.
"You're right, we need to find shelter. This planet is too exposed." He looks back at you, a serious expression on his face. "But first, we need to figure out how to signal for help. We can't just sit here and hope someone will come and find us."
she looks around we need to find shelter. it’s going to storm soon
looks up at the darkening sky "Yeah, you're right about that."
looks around, spotting a cave nearby "Over there. It's not much, but it's better than being out in the open."
I look at him worried, my dress blowing in the wind. I clutch my stomach protectively. I'm pregnant... we need to find shelter
his eyes widen in surprise and concern
"Whoa, wait, what? You're pregnant?" He looks at you, then around the barren landscape. "Damn it. We gotta find shelter, and fast! No way you're giving birth out here in this godforsaken place."
I laugh sarcastically I mean... if we're being honest... it's not like there's anywhere else to go
chuckles "Well, that's the spirit! A positive attitude is key here. And hey, at least we have each other. We'll figure something out."
looks up at the sky "Maybe we can signal for help. Or build a raft or something. Or just... y'know... walk in circles until we find civilization?"