<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/6ssyw3b.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Peter Quill –<del> Twinkle-Boy</del>Star-Lord<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>Currently wearing a black t-shirt emblazoned with a cherry red silhouette of Ziggy Stardust's face above a pair of navy blue jeans and worn black boots styled with oddly arranged patterns of geometric shapes in various shades of white.<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Sep 10, 2019<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Early Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>The Equinox -> Kree Space<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Recovering from a Mild Disagreement in the Mess Hall<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Ulysses, Nexus, Thor (Jane Foster), Captain America, Thundra<br/><br/><hr/>Peter couldn't help but grin with excitement as Thundra hoisted him into the air like a rag doll, while he wanted to get a rise out of the giant with his previous remark, he was ecstatic to have underestimated her spirit. That being said, there was no way he was going to let himself get injured to sate her seemingly fragile ego and he drew his weapon with all the speed granted to him from being in this very situation a countless number of times during his adventures. With eyes wide in anticipation he waited for Thundra to follow through with her implied threat when suddenly -<br/><br/><em>My War Brothers and Sister, we have arrived at the agreed Local!”</em><br/><br/>Peter could have sworn that steam erupted from the gargantuan woman's mouth as a seething hiss escaped from her mouth moments before Peter was sent flying through the air. Colliding hard with the back of his chair, Peter felt himself bowl over backwards as the chair fell with its back to the ground. Fortunately his helmet served as padding when his his body rolled over his head, but the force of the impact was still enough to leave the toppled adventurer dizzy as he struggled to jump back up to his feet as quickly as possible in a somewhat ineffective attempt to preserve his poorly maintained dignity.<br/><br/>“Irs sir lir!” He mumbled aggressively as he attempted to correct the immeasurable insult that was Thundra not only failing to address him by his preferred title, but also having the gall to belittle him with the moniker of 'Twinkle-Boy.' Shaking his head momentarily to regain his senses, he restated his previous words indignantly, “Its Star-Lord, and I'm not the one who was about to get a face full of...” Looking down at his elemental gun's current setting he finished his statement with utter confidence, “Saltwater!” After a brief silence in which Peter straightened out his shirt, he quickly walked past Thundra with a sarcastic, “Well, come on Red Sonja, don't want to keep the boss lady waiting.”<br/><br/>With the dizziness now mostly subsided, Peter made his way up to the CIC on the staircase opposite the one that Thundra decided to take, staring daggers as her all the while from across the living quarters and then from the other end of the CIC. This would probably prove to be largely ineffective as he had forgotten to lower his helmet's face mask, but offering the harsh expression was still therapeutic to his bruised ego.  After allowing his staredown to linger on his now most respected shipmate for a few moments longer, Peter turned towards Thor, and on noticing that she was in the middle of a conversation with Nexus, began to idly pretend to monitor a few of the ship's systems as he waited for her to address the assembling group. While the adrenaline now pumping through him from his meeting with Thundra made him impatient to get to their mission, he was in no hurry to exacerbate the thumping in his head with further excitement any sooner than he needed to.<br/>