first escape

[donttouchthefur]

[VIDEO - public]

[When the feed clicks on, there's what appears to be a raccoon staring at the screen, teeth bared and lips pulled back into what might be a vicious smile, if smiling was a thing raccoons were capable of. He's dressed in what can only be called a jumpsuit, made of red fabric and dark leather, and if the utter chaos that can be seen behind him is any indication, he's not exactly thrilled to be there.

When he speaks, however, there's no trace of that, only sharp humor and the kind of arrogance that says this is only a setback. Temporary.]

Two joints in two days? I'm flattered, really, wasting all that time and money on little ol' me. Sorry about that last one, but if you look in the depths of your measly breeder hearts it was a cakewalk and you know it.

So who are you, Nova or Kree? Not that it matters. We're all screwed either way, right?


[SPAM]

[They'd given him a communicator, and honestly that was all he needed to know about the place. They were soft, they were stupid. He'd be out of here in no time, and never mind Ronnan and his stupid giant hammer. If the Galaxy was doomed he didn't want to be anywhere near the center of it, and okay, so what was the point, he knew that, but survival instinct was strong.

First order of business after seeing what bit on the network was seeing what he had to work with, including the comm. Depending on how it worked, what kind it was, he could use it to hack or blow something up or at least zap something, but when he pulled it apart it exploded, showering him in confetti and multicolored string and Styrofoam pellets. What the hell...?

So much for that plan. Whatever, he'd figure out something else. Had to be plenty of patsies to work, every place had at least one.

He ventured outside the cell after that, roamed the halls he found on the other side, and it was way nicer than anyplace he'd been before, way too cushy for a real prison, but he could work that too.

He worked his way into the ductwork, easy enough with his size and claws, peeked a head out wherever he found a grate; other cells, communal bathrooms, a gym, a library... A few wouldn't open, so he scratched and clawed and pulled and cursed at them, eventually moving on when they didn't give. Had to find a tool for it, he'd come up with something. Come back to it.

He found the deck, climbed the railing to stare at the stars, try to pick out where in the universe they were. If he could figure out where he could maybe figure out a way off, somebody to contact, something to take advantage of. He found the mess eventually, ventured in when he finally got hungry enough, walked across the floor like he owned the place, like he wasn't two feet tall (and he knew that was being generous). Like he was somebody not to be messed with.]

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[Video]

[whatthewrackspurt]

[Luna, with wide blue eyes and an entranced sort of smile, stares blissfully back at Rocket, playing with her hair]

I'm a witch.

What's a Kree? Is that what you are?

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[routemistress]

[One of the few nitpicks Iris has about the barge in general is that the population's always so heavily skewed towards humans. It's not that she doesn't like humans; hell, Iris loves humans. She just feels that a multidimensional magic space prison ship has no excuse for failing at species diversity.

That's not the only reason she looks utterly delighted by the sight of a stroppy, destructive raccoon on her comm screen. It's not even the main one. She's been trying and failing for two years to talk Panda into coming here; but the multiverse has seen fit to offer her a wonderfully near parallel instead. She already wants to hug him.]

Welcome aboard, sweetheart. We're not either of them things, as it 'appens. And maybe not as screwed as you think, either; mind you, that's always debateable.

I'm Iris. What are Kree and Nova?

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[dinosize]

...well, good luck.

[Spam]

[tricksandmischief]

[Loki was in the dining hall but he was people watching and observing things more than eating. When Rocket strode in so determined, Loki looked amused. There was certainly something you did not see every day... and it looked like it might provide some entertainment. So he stood up and approached.]

You have not come to work in the kitchens, have you...?

[His tone was amused and teasing somehow, as if he already thought the raccoon was some sort of joke - and there just needed to be a punchline.]

[velocette]

'Breeder' hearts? [That's an odd term. Odd terms are his favorite.] I'm almost afraid to ask where you're from.

[punched_hitler]

Neither - so maybe not as screwed as you think. Although that'd depend on your definition of screwed.

[Pause.] Bounty hunt gone bad?

[Spam-library]

[no_tell_belle]

[Venus slowly perused rows of books on the shelf. She wasn't normally a big reader. Fashion magazines and the like were her usual fare, but with so much new to learn about the boat and its passengers and, well, the universe, she thought she'd best do a little research.

She'd been there a while before she started to hear a scratching/clicking noise above her. She glanced over and noticed a ventilation grate in the wall. Well hell. She knew rats were a problem for ships that sailed on actual oceans. Apparently they could infest spaceships as well.

She backed away slowly as the noise drew closer to the opening. She wasn't afraid of animals but rats...those damn things carried disease. Iris had recently told her about a previous rabies epidemic so the possibility was fresh in her mind. The varmint needed to be disposed of but she wasn't about to stick her hand into a dark space containing a live animal. She pulled out her fancy new stun gun, pointed it in the general direction of the grate, and fired.]

[imfollowinghim]

So, where was the last one?

[Since you've already had people explain about the Kree versus Nova thing.]

[lydiascreams]

[At first, Lydia thinks it's adorable. Yes, it's obviously scared, but it's a raccoon. She's not about to go pet it, but she can try and help it.

But then it-- clearly a he starts talking, she's thrown by it. First of all because he's a talking raccoon. Not a wereraccoon -- assuming that's even a thing -- but an actual talking raccoon, wearing actual clothes. Might be one of the strangest passengers she's seen on the Barge so far. And he's an inmate, apparently?]

Nova or Kree? [The way he asks makes her think of someone asking if they're a democrat or a republican.]

mess

[akweks]

[Connor, having grown up literally in the woods, is not that unaccustomed to seeing wild animals. He's hunted raccoons and sold their skins, so it's not like he doesn't have intimate knowledge of what a raccoon is. They can stand on their hind legs. He knows that.

But they don't usually walk on their hind legs. Or wear clothing. Or just kind of roll on up like they're not actually wild animals.

He's sitting at a table with a cup of tea that he's completely forgotten about because he's too busy staring.]

[hearrrtofgold]

[...Uh.

That is a talking raccoon wearing a jumpsuit. Duke stares for a minute, then tries to blink his surprise away. New arrivals are new arrivals, and this isn't the strangest thing he's seen on board (especially not after the similar-to-Ewoks). Gawking won't do anyone any favors.]

I think you've heard we're neither. What are you -- is there anything you need?

Spam;

[absentconstellation]

[ The Cat could hear the raccoon crawling around in the ducts, just as easily as he could hear the muttered curses. He was, after all, a cat, with excellent hearing as well as some added magical bonuses.

That's how he followed Rocket and is able to meet him as he comes out of a grate, tail still and gaze level. He's curious about the creature, but also amused that it felt the need to crawl around in the ductworks. ]

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[notdreaming]

Kryptonian. What are you?

[ He LOOKS like he's from Earth, but then, so does Kara. ]

[spam]

[tucky]

[HAHAHA IT'S A RACCOON THIS IS HYSTERICAL; getting it chased out of here is going to be hell for the guards.

... Is her reaction for approximately three seconds, before she remembers that everything here is weird and a raccoon wandering the halls might not be as unusual here as it would be at Litchfield. She's met a talking cat, after all.

Still, it's a wild animal, and she's going to keep her distance even as she addresses it (him? her?). Maybe space rabies is a thing.]

Are you one of the talking ones?

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[whatthefoxsay]

[She knows he's speaking in general terms, but she can't help answering as she does.]

Neither, I'm kitsune.