ain't no thing like me, 'cept me!

Illyana had already tried to figure out what was going on without asking any questions, and she had lasted maybe a day and a half or so before deciding it really was not worth figuring out. After the better part of a lifetime dimension-hopping and then not being entirely alive, she could only get moderately frustrated by winding up transplanted somewhere uncanny and inescapable. Now that she had officially given up on caring (for the moment) about the why or how, Illyana had Things to do. What kind of things? Mostly the concept of employment and earning a living. Unfortunately, she barely had a 10th grade education, some issues with authority, and no work history to speak of. The least terrible job she could figure that did not involve customer service was teaching Russian to… well, whoever wanted to learn the Russian language. Or translating documents freelance. Something. The problem with that plan? Illyana had not actually spoken very much of her native tongue in a way that was not exceedingly casual for years (how many years? excellent question), and she just had to track down a few words that had been driving her batty trying to remember. What? She had been keeping a list. 

ROCKET shrugged his shoulders at her. “i speak fluent jackass and idiot.” he joked and looked at her. rocket would never admit it aloud, but he already missed the bunch of idiots he considered as his friends. “you?” without waiting for her response, he climbed on the bench and sat down. 

ROCKET snorts and rolls his eyes at her sappy words. or at least he thinks that he’s rolling his eyes.  somehow, she reminds him of quill. maybe it’s the naive attitude. “if you say so.” he says, leaning against the nearest wall. “are you going to keep that?” he points at the piece she’s holding.  rocket really, really wants it.  for some reason. “i mean, why would you want to keep that? i can throw it away for you.”

Since finding herself in Chronopolis, Selina had been laying low and simply observing the things going on around her for the time being.  She wasn’t under the delusion that she’d be the reason they all managed to eventually escape – no, she’d leave that for those superhero types who seemed to be everywhere lately – but maybe there was a chance that she’d spot something they hadn’t.  With a new day starting and the curfew over, Selina was currently seated at one of the cafes with a latte in front of her along with a tablet.  Her gaze had been drawn outside briefly as a bit of a scuffle broke out, only to turn her attention away from it after a moment.  “Sorry.  You were saying?”

ROCKET sighed. dammit, one more second and her device would have been his. “i’m looking for a bunch of morons. and no, i’m not talking about the ones who are fighting outside... i think.” he said, scratching his arm. rocket had no idea what had happened to the rest of the guardians. “you haven’t seen a small talking tree, have you? a really small one? one that kind of looks adorable but could actually kill you if he wanted?”