#redplanetblueplanet

[tangleweave]

[Closed RP with @redplanetblueplanet​ ]

It was a delightful world. Lush with flora and middling with fauna, it had yet to bear children to the galaxy in the form of sentient species. That meant there had yet to be an environmentally catastrophic industrial age... or even, really, the invention of the wheel. It was perhaps an oddity that a planet so rich in life was also so lacking in interest from outside parties, because there wasn't even so much as a low-tech prison colony here – no sentience whatsoever.

According to galactic records, the planet had no designation that was cute, themed, or in any other way apropos. But as Groot considered it, that may not have been quite the clerical oversight it seemed... because some of the vegetation that existed here was genetically identical to that of other worlds – worlds, plural – he'd visited. This suggested to him that perhaps someone had seeded this planet with a variety of plant species... though why, exactly, one would do this was anybody's guess. Not giving the planet a name, and leaving it instead as a serial number, would undoubtedly help its anonymity. But even that could only last so long.

He was eager to plumb its mysteries.

He'd spent the last three days lumbering through a forest on one of the southern continents, collecting modest samples from vegetation that clearly had not originated here, as well as samples from multi-generational hybrids. For each sample he'd collected to bring back to his ship, he'd consumed at least an equal amount. His body had produced a variety of interesting colors, shapes, and effects – not to mention affects. He'd already examined the shape of his head and the resilience of his bark for nearly a day straight.

But his excursion was cut short by the sound of his wrist communicator bleeping at him. When he pulled it up, he was morbidly fascinated to see that his ship was tracking another vessel descending from high altitude – and that it appeared to be on a landing vector which would bring it near his own vessel.

He harrumphed and began to head back to his landing site. His ship was locked, but there was no need to leave it unguarded. Some people – not many, just some – were really good – better than him! – at picking locks.

[secondwintersoldier]

@redplanetblueplanet

Finding ways to keep track of time passing had been something that RJ had set as a priority from the moment he arrived - with differences in light, patterns in meals and faces appearing consistently, it had become easy for him to keep track of the days. He was unsure of how long he’d been unconscious before waking in the cell, though that was the only lost time since RJ’s arrival to the Mousehole. It had been several weeks since he’d arrived, and RJ found that he’d found more peace behind a cell wall than he could remember from any time before. He’d had plenty of time to think of that. His mind was still jumbled, pieces were being forced together or not fitting together at all like a jigsaw puzzle from hell where the ends didn’t line up properly, but it was a start. This face was a newer one, though RJ had become used to seeing her consistently. Right on schedule, with another meal prepared and delivered for breakfast. He’d made a routine for himself - had to, to keep things moving, considering he didn’t like the quiet much and needed to keep himself busy - and M’gann’s now familiar face had become a part of it. “Good morning,” he began as he set his book side, a piece of paper slid into place to mark where he’d been. “I’m not sure where exactly we stand on small favors, though if possible I’d like to ask for one.”

[ravaging-rose]

@redplanetblueplanet

Rose could’ve spotted that red hair a mile away, even if she hadn’t seen this meeting in a flash beforehand. Rose had been boosting her precognition since the incident, carefully and very intentionally - she had to toe the line, keep herself in check because it was all too easy to let herself take the high dive right back into habitually using epinephrine to keep her batteries super charged. Being able to know her future was addicting, the thrill like electricity crackling beneath her skin. The side effects were unfortunate at best, and Rose wasn’t looking to further hinder herself after getting her ass handed to her in a way she never had before. Something about balance, even if she never knew how to do anything in moderation. “We certainly aren’t in Kansas anymore, Toto,” Rose said as she approached the familiar face in the streets of Matchak. Rose had taken her time with her approach, winding in-between market stalls before heading in M’gann’s direction with a lazy grin spreading across her face. “Didn’t even need to click my heels three times to find you.”

[relentlessperplexity]

starter for @redplanetblueplanet

At the creak of a door, Steve scrambled to his feet. He stood tall, clasping his hands behind his back - a matter of habit that also hid his nerves. And boy was he anxious. About a lot of things. 

“Good evening, ma’am,” he stepped forward and offered his hand, “Lieutenant Steve Trevor.” 

If the introduction was redundant, he didn’t know. Steve couldn’t say what, exactly, he remembered about yesterday. His panicked escape route suggested that something had stuck and when prompted, Steve had found the details familiar but hazy, the memories stuck behind a distant fog, almost like they had happened years ago, not mere hours. 

It was all very confusing, not to mention concerning. No one knew the cause of his affliction or if it would last, but Miss Diana thought her friend could help and so Steve had agreed to see her, even if the thought of someone digging around his head gave him the heebie jeebies. 

(He really had no idea what to expect, had barely understood the explanation, but he trusted Miss Diana, and so he would do his best to keep an open mind. How could he not. So much was possible now - they had even gone to the moon!) 

“Do I -” he swallowed and looked around to try and hide his blush. What would she see? Would it hurt? Worse. What if there was nothing she could do? “What do you need me to do?”

[redplanetblueplanet]

@lunarwondcr​

After three months away from the Mousehole, M’gann was back with a new mission. Admittedly, it was not quite as important a mission as the one she’d been on with Hal Jordan, but it was important to M’gann! She would polish every lamp, chandelier, sconce, and candle holder in the entire Mousehole. Oh, she would.

M’gann sat on the cool stone floor of the great hall, surrounded by unlit lights. Her mind was just beginning to get a little hazy from exhaustion and silver polish fumes. Surely, it must have been the fumes. She was getting her signals mixed. Diana in the war room. Diana in the hall. Diana coming nearer… Diana, but not Diana. It gave M’gann pause, but she shook her head and swatted the air to get a clean breath. It was impossible. It was the fumes. “I’ll have these back before it gets dark out, I swear.” Rag in hand, M’gann crossed her heart and hoped to be right on the timing, without even looking up when the door opened. Her heart was caught on a memory of a warm summer’s day and a tall, dark-haired girl laughing heartily while pouring delightfully cool ice cubes down M’gann’s back. Without looking up until it was impossible to deny. It was not the fumes. Then, she stared.

“Donna.”