made waves with some friends I know

[fightlikehell]

 

The season is a'changing, the weather is warmer. The forecast calls for high temperature, low humidity and a light breeze. A near perfect day. What better reason to gather the friends and have a good time with a bonfire? Grab a beer, have a seat. Cheery tunes fill the salty air. There's plenty of room and so much to eat.

Matt Murdock is actually dressed for the beach. Still likely more than usual. He burns so easily. There's no way he could have done this alone. Anyone who is anyone in Nexus knows that there is that distinct Verity Willis touch on everything. If the sounds and the sights don't get you, it is going to be whatever Clint has on the grill. That man is magic.

[ooc; Come on in, guys and gals! Hop threads, twist time for sooner, later and all things in between. It's a real party. Don't be shy!]

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[poetwarrior]

Oh, how interesting. An enormous living plant-person of some type. Faris has not seen a species like this before, although he recalls a few from his cultural training back home. The quadrupedal K'da pads over to the tall treeman, arching his long neck to get a better look at him. "Are you well, friend?" he asks, his voice somewhat snakelike. "It is a fine day to be out in the elements."

[i_amgroot]

Equally interesting, some kind of space dragon. Groot blinks curiously at the new acquaintance, but its friendly greeting prompts a smile and an answering, "I am Groot."

[poetwarrior]

He's fairly certain that the tree-man said that before, but it wasn't directed at Faris, so it seems only polite to reciprocate. Or so he thinks. "I am Faris, poet-warrior of the K'da," he says, bowing his head slightly.

[i_amgroot]

Groot mimics the gesture, offering a slight bow of his own. Raising a hand to gesture to the general milieu of the party, he asks, "I am Groot?"

[poetwarrior]

Faris pauses, a little puzzled by the response. There's little chance that this Groot is not intelligent; one look at his eyes is all that is needed to determine that. Perhaps some sort of language barrier, one where he has not learned any more vocabulary besides those three words.

Very well, he will have to puzzle it out by body language and tone. There is a decent chance he will guess wrong, but so long as Groot is unoffended, Faris will enjoy the challenge. "I am here with Hunter, a friend of Verity."

[i_amgroot]

Groot nods and smiles. He has met Hunter. Hunter drew a picture of him, even. "I am Groot," he offers in approving tones.

[poetwarrior]

He can take an easy guess at that one. "He is a fine example of a human," the K'da agrees.

Hmm. Perhaps if he asks his own questions, he'll be able to figure out the reply. "Have you been in this Nexus long? I am a relative newcomer."

[i_amgroot]

Groot considers the question, tilting his head to one side, then the other, before giving a slight shrug. How, really, does one judge time? What makes for a long time, or a short one?

[poetwarrior]

The corners of Faris's mouth turn up slightly in an approximation of a smile. "That is a fair answer."

[i_amgroot]

"I am Groot," the tree agrees, smiling in turn.

[poetwarrior]

It is a pity, Faris thinks, that Groot's vocabulary is so limited. Meeting other lifeforms is always an interesting prospect, and as someone who has always loved language, the K'da would have appreciated being able to truly pick Groot's brain.

Though he won't let that stop him from socializing. "I have spent little time at a beach before. It is certainly not unpleasant."

[i_amgroot]

Some posit that Groot's language is not limited, but is instead extremely subtle, and the tiny variances of inflection and posture convey whole libraries of information. Of course, the leading proponent of that theory is Maximus the Mad, so it's best taken with a grain of salt.

Groot nods again, rooty feet nudging the sand around a bit. Pointing over in the direction of the grills, he asks, "I am Groot?"

[poetwarrior]

Ah, the food preparation area. "I have not been over there as of yet," Faris admits. "Human food is seasoned somewhat oddly to my taste. But I have not had all that they have to offer, I suppose."

[i_amgroot]

That gets a curious glance. "I am Groot?"

[poetwarrior]

"From what I understand, engine oil is not a suitable flavor for humans," Faris says. "Neither is caramel on meat."

[i_amgroot]

"I am Groot," the tree concedes. Although, looking around, he does see some vehicles parked nearby.

Groot, what are you doing? What are you doing, Groot? Why are you walking over to that car?

[poetwarrior]

Curious. Faris didn't get the sense that the conversation was over, and Groot doesn't seem the type to simply walk away if he did not want to talk. Which means he must be going somewhere with some purpose.

The K'da pads after him on all four paws, wondering where this might be leading.

[i_amgroot]

Groot steps up to the nearest vehicle, curling fingers under the edges of the hood. It takes a few tries, and bracing himself with a wider stance, but he is soon able to pry the hood more-or-less open, exposing the engine compartment within. He looks to the K'da with a hopeful smile.

[poetwarrior]

Faris has never seen a car before, so he pokes his nose into the engine compartment curiously, sniffing. It certainly smells appealing to him. "This is not a spacecraft," he says, but it doesn't sound like that's a bad thing. "Does this vehicle belong to someone?"

[i_amgroot]

Groot shrugs; he doesn't tend to worry too much about objects, or who owns them. His cares tend more toward the living, and their needs. Case in point, he's pulling pieces out of the engine, glancing at each, giving some an experimental shake, before tossing them aside in disregard. What is he doing?

[poetwarrior]

Faris is uncertain. His honor demands that he not damage another person's property without good cause, no matter how appetizing it smells. "Perhaps there is a better source," he suggests casually.

[i_amgroot]

Groot looks up curiously at the suggestion. "I am Groot?"

[poetwarrior]

"They must purchase it somewhere. Or perhaps there is a spare container in the storage compartment," Faris says, and though he can't quite shrug, he flicks his tail in a manner that looks equivalent.

[i_amgroot]

Groot's new friend makes a good point, and he now strides around the vehicle to pull open its rear hatch to look for such containers.

Someone is going to have a really bad day, later, when they see what's happened to their car.

[poetwarrior]

Faris is already considering how to leave some form of payment, though he has no money and has no idea what a fair price would be for repairs. Still, this is far more preferable.

His keen nose sniffs out a black plastic quart container, although he can't read the text on the side.