A Guardians Christmas

December 25, 2016:

Rocket, Quill, Groot and Ribbon spread some christmas fun

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Fade In…

Christmas is a time of joy, wonder, amusement and unity. It is a time of presents and feasts with family. Its a time of getting together.

And of course. Decorations. So many decorations. And lights.

And of course Peter Quill who is in need of a ride. Now he /did/ get a ride. He got panckes. And he got a new friend who comes complete with glowing tinsel.

Ribbon and Quill made it back to Gotham and to Zee's house. Rocket and Groot were there. A few quick introductions before he noticed the 'borrowed' Christmas decorations. A quirk of an eyebrow from Quill before he eyes Groot and Rocket.

Then comes the brainstorm.

To prevent Groot from wondering off after Christmas decorations…well you bring the decorations to Groot.

And so Ribbon and Rocket had been conscripted into a brilliant plan.

…well…its at least 12 of a plan…

Operation Dress Up The Tree

"Alright," Standing outside of Zee's house, peering up at the giant treeman. "I think this is a brilliant plan." He does. Its his. "Now…we…just need decorations."

"Well don't look at me," Rocket offers helpfully, crunching on the last bit of a microwave-warme taquito. "Me an' Groot already brought those things over. Okay, mostly Groot because he thought they were fun." He shrugs, because who was he to argue? It wasn't like anyone was doing anything with the inflatable snowmen, just having them sit out on the lawn. He even patched up a leak that had been causing one of them to woefully tilt over. With duct tape. Of course he also had to do some rewiring for the electrical plug since Groot kind of tore those apart, but that hadn't been a big problem, really.

"Anyway, you're the expert on this crazy Terran practice. For the record I ain't seen no lights and stuff in there. Either Zee's not very festive or she's got 'em stashed good."

He told her they were going to decorate a tree. Hikari had thought that Quill meant… a Christmas tree. You know, a noble fir or whatever! But… but then she'd met a talking raccoon, and then the TREE had introduced itself…!

And kept introducing itself.

Hikari isn't sure how tree society works. Maybe this is normal. Either way, if she's going to be a superhero, she should learn to roll with the punches, right? "Don't worry too much. I can take care of, um, some of it!" Just not the glass balls or the fake icicles or anything. She's… she's basically just got the garland.

And that's how Ribbon ended up pointing at a talking tree. "It shouldn't hurt. You'll tell me if it hurts?" He'll just tell her his name again, but maybe he'll do it in a hurt-y, emotional way! Yeah. Yeah, that's what'll happen.

Groot can be just as noble a fir. He's tall enough and he's willing to participate in this decorating activity Terrans seem to be fond of during this odd holiday season.

As Quill formulates a plan (or 12 percent of one), the sentient tree looks down at him, smiling dumbly as he is wont to do.

Oh yes, he is finally going to have those decorations. They are his and his alone.

"I am Groot," Groot says cheerfully, proud of what he and Rocket have pilfered— er, rescued from the yards of families who leave things outside for anyone to pick up. He doesn't understand the point of inflatable snowmen either, but they seem so jolly. Placinng them inside of the mansion standing sentry on either side of the doors is also the best idea they had.

He then looks over at Hikari again, still smiling away. "I am Groot," he adds, unhelpfully, repeating himself for the umpteenth time since they've first started talking to each other. He sees no problem with this garland business at all. Hopefully she can tell if there's something wrong once she gets the nuances in the delivery of those three little words.

"Like we could look in every room. There has to be something somewhere." Peter glances back towards the house. "I can go look! I'm sure I'll find something…" A longer pause. "…or I'll just find something in the ship. I mean come on." He glances at Rocket. "I mean you can make a gun that can /crack a planet/ you have to figure out something that can light up or sparkle with what we have on hand." He tosses towards the Racoon. "Or all you loosing your touch?" He adds with a grin.

A look back towards Ribbon then. "Just to say, you're rolling with the fact that there is a talking furry engineer and a fir tree with a personality here pretty well. I think most people would be running to a therapist by now."

He looks up towards Groot then before he narrows his eyes in thought. "Hrmm. I think one thing you need is a…a star. A good Christmas tree has a star."

Rocket rolls his eyes as Hikari tends to Groot with care. "He's a tough guy, he can take whatever you give." Thinking that people might feel awkward talking to them never occurs to him until they either stare too long or someone like Quill points it out. He shrugs, noisily crunching the rest of the taquito.

Tossing a glare at the man, he snorts, casually showing Quill the bird before he jams his clawed hands into his coat and stalks off towards the doors. "Just don't blame me if we end up with a city-sized crater," he says as he goes to see what all he can scavenge.

Well, at least he CAN talk! Hikari would feel just AWFUL if she learned later that she'd caused a sentient tree measurable discomfort. "One day I woke up and really understood the concept of 'lines'," she shrugs, tugging her scarf a little tighter around her neck. "I mean, I was a little weirded out by strange goons with net guns, but you've got to learn to roll with the punches, right?" After all, what would Wonder Woman do?

She waves as Rocket leaves to hunt for Science Things, perhaps too nearsighted to notice that he's throwing Peter the most adorable bird ever. "Have fun! We'll be here when you get back! Probably!" Because if he gets distracted by an apple or someone's shiny metal arm and takes an hour, that's his own fault. "All right!" Hikari announces cheerfully, cocking her index finger like a pistol, "Let's get festive! BANG!"

And then there was light. Yards and yards of it, unspooling from nothing into streamers and lines, ribbons and ropes. Glittering brightly, they wind and loop around Groot's branches. Her expert eye ensures a comfortable fit. It'd be no good if Groot just LOOKED good… he has to FEEL good, too!

He's definitely fine, he's had plenty of practice standing around. Being a good tree is what he is meant to do. "I am Groot," he confirms, ready for more decoration.

And then he gets a finger-gun. LO, there is LIGHT. Groot feels extra shiny. And pretty. It's like a Cinderella transformation! Nothing silly about this at all, no siree. He does tilt his head at Quill's suggestion, however, curious about this star business. "I am Groot?" Whatever it is, it sounds good to him.

If only he could go with Rocket to find it! But no, he continues staying where he is. "I am Groot!" He calls after his little friend, wishing him luck.

"Don't blow up the house!" Quill calls after Rocket. "If you do it wasn't my fault!" He adds as he watches the Racoon trudge back inside. "And bring me something to drink when you come back out! Since you're going in and all!"

The man turns back towards his new friend and his old friend and smirks. "Lets see what you can do—"

And then. BANG. Let there be shinies.

He blinks at the lengths of glowing ribbons that suddenly wrap around Groot. "So what do you think big guy?" He adds with a grin as he looks back towards Ribbon.

"Well yeah, some days you just wake up and things just seem right. Easier to understand. Not that I can ever understand the concept of lines. As a pilot straight lines totally get you shot." A longer pause. "Actually a lot gets you shot, but that's just how life it."

He ceases to wax thoughtful after a moment and looks back towards Groot. "Yeah buddy, a star. Goes on top. Usually really shiny. Like a crown or something…I gotta have something…"

A pause.

"Wait! I got it!" He starts patting his jacket down before he pulls what looks like a heavy ruby pendant out of one of his multitude of pockets. Letting it dangle from the bright silver chain, the gem catches the light and he smirks. "We can totally make a star out of this."

A longer pause.

"I really wish I remembered why we had it."

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