Angelina get yourself over here

Adira threw up her hands in annoyance. "What use is a gun when you can just teleport away anyway?"

"If I left, you'd be here. If I made you leave, I'd have to go with you. Or I could just, like, throw some light at you, but that makes me a little weak in the knees. So I have a gun," She explained, shrugging. "Also, the girl Desi is in there. If I get her for you will you leave?"

Meanwhile, Sherry had gained control of themselves and convinced Quill he could fly the ship. "Quill, Quill. I'm not drunk anymore. I have no recollection of the past four hours, but I know where we're going, so chill. Go help the random girl on my couch," They drawled, gesturing to Desi.

Quill got up and went over to Desi, who was still passed out on the couch. Sitting next to her, he tapped her head gently. "Anyone home?"

Desi jolted awake. "Home? Home! My hOmE?! What about my flowers, huh? Where's their home?" She poked Quill on the shoulder - it was a good poke, too.
"Oh good freaking lord I don't want that girl with me," Adira whined, in a very unprofessional manner. Surprised at herself, she immediately startled. "That slipped out unintentionally," she apologized to Desiree.
Maverick shrugged. "Unless I'm forced to leave, I'm not leaving. I don't have anything left for me on Earth, either," he confessed quietly.
Suddenly, in the silence that remained after, Adira did a foot sweep and swiped the gun from P.J. "I don't care if you get a 'little weak in the knees', darling," she seethed.

"Yeah, okay, fine." P.J responded, not speaking maliciously but rather sounding offended. She flickered herself invisible and conjured up an identical illusion of herself in front of Adira.

"Oh, shut up, you dinguses. Whats-your-name with the dark hair, you're on the crew now. Get in the seat," Sherry ordered prissly, patting the seat next to them with painted nails (that were perfectly on point.)

"Oh. Um. Yeah, about those, they're gone, sorry, wasn't me. Don't poke me," Quill began, scooting away from Desi. "I, uh, don't know, but glad you're awake. No, seriously, I really have no idea what to do with you."

(I assume whats-your-name was Maverick?)
"I need a drink. Right now." Maverick declared, eyeing the seat Sherry patted with suspicion. His had a steely, unwavering gaze that demanded authority. A very different Maverick than the one who had smiled casually just earlier.
Desi latched herself onto P.J, only to grasp thin air. "I'm pretty sure the girl has abandonment issues-" Adira started. "Well. F*ck. You." Adira snarled. "The first words I was gonna say that didn't come along with loathing and despise, yet of course its an illusion!" Adira turned around, backing into the corner, her gun behind her.

(yeah)
P.J ran out of the corner Adira backed herself into before she got squashed, trying to reason. "You could just leave, you know! LEAVE!" Although Sherry and Quill were used to it, it was normally a little unnerving to hear shouting from thin air.

Quill, noting what Adira had said, walked up to Desi and put a hand on her shoulder. "Sorry, P.J likes to make illusions." He leaned forward to whisper in her ear so Adira and Maverick wouldn't hear. "You can always tell which is a illusion and which is real, because the leather jacket usually reflects light in real life."

Sherry grinned and spun around in his chair at Maverick, holding up a bottle of wine. "Lucky for you, I'm an alcoholic. Please have a seat."

(this is our friend group it really is I've assigned everyone a role)

All suspicion cleared from his features and Maverick gladly took a seat next to Sherry. Being an alcoholic, ya know, just automatically wipes your record clean. Maverick took the bottle and took a swing, not caring for manners whatsoever. "You have good tastes." He even dared to add a wink.
Desi, although thoroughly betrayed by P.J's illusion, still held onto her arms like a child. "You're forgiven, Quill." she added. "Also, here's a poke of friendship." (Desi is kinda Emerson)
Adira was still salty. (Of course she was she's Adira) "You know, P.J, that's a really tempting offer. However, unlike you, I can't just teleport back to Earth, become a shadow, or create illusions. So sorry to disappoint."

"Precisely. I'm happy to give you a parachute. Or chuck you out the airlock," She considered, shifting into a shadow and sticking to the wall behind her. It's me

Quill giggled a little, sitting back down with Desi. "Thank you. Glad I'm forgiven. Now…do you want to go home for real?" Lily/Lani

Sherry winked back, smirking a little as he uncorked the other wine bottle. "They keep telling me not to drink while piloting the thing. But you know, they aren't alcoholics." She shrugged and gave the controller a little hit. "I like to give this old piece of junk a little razzle dazzle from time to time." Zoey/Owen/Me

Adira rolled her eyes, but slightly enjoyed the banter. Just slightly. "You know, I've been dying to test out a theory. If I shoot a bullet at your shadow form, will it ricochet, pass through, or actually strike you?" Me/you/someone with a hotter temper
Desi shook her head, hair flying in innocence. "I really loved my flowers though. But it's so pretty here!" she gleefully exclaimed. Her laughter ran through the air.
Maverick quirked an eyebrow. "That's not the only thing pretty," he swaggered, the flirtatious mask slipping on so easily no one noticed. it's fun to write flirty characters

"It would pass through," P.J explained, rolling her eyes. Adira seemed to match her personality, and it was fun arguing with her, although she'd never admit it.

Quill grinned and tilted his head. "You think this ship is pretty?" He looked around, making various facial expressions. "To each their own, I suppose. We all think it's a complete piece of junk."

Sherry grinned. "You're quite the flirt, aren't you?" He took another swig of wine and kicked the controller, sending the ship to a sudden right turn. "I like to give this old bathtub a run for its money, you know?"

Merely raising an eyebrow, Adira thought out loud. "Can I test the theory when you're in human form, then?" She smirked.

Flustered, Desi pretended to ignore Maverick's comment. "But it's so beautiful! All the scraps come together perfectly to form- it's like a collage," words tumbled from her mouth, desperately trying to continue the previous conversation with Quill.
The entire ship jolted and Desi flew right into Quill. "Oh, sorry," she mumbled, embarrassed.

Meanwhile, Adira's gun flew out of her hand. "Not f*cking again," she said, exasperated. She posed a glance at P.J, almost waiting for her shadow to swipe it.

"Oh ye-EAH!" Maverick whooped, watching the chaos, delighted. The open beer bottle, unsurprisingly, coated him in alcohol but he didn't care. Slipping a hand inside his jacket, he pulled out a bottle of whisky. Almost sheepishly, he gestured to the bottle. "Y-ya always gotta… have some extra… on you." He fumbled out his excuse.

"No-" P.J, indeed, swiped the gun into her shadow hands, the effect making the gun press against the wall where her shadow was. "Shoot," She mumbled, melting into human form before flickering herself invisible.

"It's fine - you're fine," Quill mumbled, grabbing her shoulders to keep her balance. "Told you the ship was junk. Glad you like it, though."

Sherry laughed loudly, spinning himself around to the controls. "Alright, folks, you might wanna grab a seat. Rock and roll, buckeroos!" He yelled, spinning a switch as the ship rushed into space-year drive.

Sherry is freaking awesome
"I'll get it back," Adira vowed to herself. Her hands were clenched and eyes still burned bright blue in flame, but her composure relaxed. "Watch your back, P.J."

"Junk? This is fun!" Desi exclaimed, practically bubbling in giddiness. It is painful to write Desi She grasped Quill's shoulders, bouncing in excitement. She paused, as if a thought struck her. "Hey," she wondered, "where are you from in this universe?"

Maverick observed Sherry, gently smiling. It was… weird to watch someone so comfortable in their own skin, not having to worry about hiding or getting attached to people. It reminded Maverick of a younger him, or maybe even a possible present him. "Yes people," he shouted in exhilaration, "please do grab a seat. Grab it tightly and really nestle in, it's gonna be a rocky ride," he promised, his voice full with innuendo.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." P.J mumbled, grinning and sliding into the seat behind Sherry.

Quill shrugged and sat on the couch. "A working planet most people forget. Merico. These two idiots flounced in one day, I and I just decided, 'shoot, I'm with them."

"Hee hEe!" Sherry giggled in joy as the ship advanced to hyper speed. "I'm shocked the old gal can even do this anymore. Give 'em the old razzle dazzle, eh? Yeah, go on - oh my jesus christ," They yelled as they were all thrown back in their seats.

"Sherry what the MOTHER FU-" a glance at Desi cowering in the corner made Adira halt mid-sentence. "FU… uh, FUDGE are you doing?!"
A nonchalant shrug only enraged Adira more. "That's it," she ordered. "Maverick, you're taking the whe- this is a bad idea. Desi- no. Quill… or P.J, take the wheel." No response.

"I would gladly take your wheel anytime-"
"SHUT. UP."
"So you're the dom in relatio-"

Desi, of all people, interrupted. Everyone quieted at her timid voice. "Um, guys?" She pointed a hesitant finger at the view outside. "We're kind of heading straight at a…"

(im cackling)
P.J glanced outside - indeed, a sizeable-looking asteroid was heading straight for their ship at an alarming velocity. However, she simply waved a hand and buckled the seatbelt that was previously not even on. "Sherry has his ways. Although you might want to buckle your seatbelts."

Quill noticed the roadblock as well, and made some questionable facial expressions as he realized neither he nor Desi had any seatbelts. So, what to do when Quill knew exactly what was going to happen? He grabbed Desi and pulled her next to him - I mean, things were about to go down.

Sherry shrugged and buckled their own seatbelt, storing the wine in a little bucket under their seat. "You know things are going to get interesting when I buckle my seatbelt," They commented, and halted the ship right where it was, throwing everybody back in their seats. As the projectile was not deterred by this, he shrugged and flicked a switch - leaving the entire ship to drop directly downwards at extremely alarming velocities.

Maverick only acknowledged everyone's dramatic reactions with a doubtful quirk of his lips… until the drop. Long story short, everyone went deaf for a little bit after hearing Maverick's shriek.
"You scream higher than I can!" laughed Desi. Despite their efforts, Quill and Desi had both fallen to the ground.
"Bad move, Desi-" warned Adira before she was cut off by Maverick.
"I could make you scream higher any day."

Sighs, from everyone. "Well, back on track," Adira tried to reign in everything that happened. "We need-" she was cut off again - this time, because Sherry suddenly grabbed the wheel and decided to…

maverick istg
P.J turned to her just as the ship made an extremely sharp left turn, towards what appeared to be a cloud nebula. "Yes, Adira? What do we need?" She smirked, loving everyone's reactions to Sherry's piloting. As the captain, Sherry could get a little…extravagant with his ship sometimes.

Quill untangled himself from Desi, setting her back on the couch before sitting himself back down. "Are you okay?" He asked, a little concerned. I mean, she seemed the most physically weak of everyone, and she'd just fallen from a hyperspeed-drop. "You really need a seatbelt."

"hA!" Sherry yelled, mostly to himself. "This should give 'em a doozy. We're headed to Abrasax, right? The one with all the gladiators?" He turned to Quill, who only nodded silently. "This is the last stop before coasting for the night."

"We need some fucking Advil," Adira said, not caring anymore about protecting Desi's innocence. "But I also totally need to kick some gladiator ass."
"Ooh, Adi, I'd really love you to kick my-"
"Do not call me that. That is both disturbing, weird, and creepy."

"I really do," Desi agreed, before the left turn shoved her right up against the Quill. "Like, really," she mumbled, head spinning. "I think I'm going to throw up."

"So, this Abracasaxaphone place." Maverick addressed Sherry. "Are we 'coasting' there, or roller coaster mode again? Because if so, we better be getting some alcohol."
"…and sleep," Desi wearily sighed, leaning against Quill.
Maverick raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that?"

P.J shrugged, turning to Quill for verification. "It's behind the nebula, so unless you all are keen on getting lost in a space cloud…" She shrugged. "I think our best bet is to whizz right on through the thing." Quill nodded, glancing down at Desi.
"Yeah, um, does anyone mind giving Desi their seat? P.J, maybe?" He looked up at her with a pleading expression/ Seriously, she needs it, He mouthed. Rolling her eyes and sighing, P.J agreed and unbulcked her seatbelt to stand and take Desi's place on the couch. "There you go."
Quill looped one arm around Desi's waist and another around her shoulders, getting her to her feet and into the seat, buckling the seatbelt and leaning on the back of it. "You'll be fine now, just another hyperspeed run and then we'll coast for the night, okay?" He reassured quietly.

"Oh, cut the craaap." Sherry drawled, flicking a couple switches as the engines started to rev up again and the lights started to dim. "Yeah, it's a hyperspeed run. But then we gotta get out of there too. We'll see what happens next," He commented with a grin.

Desi frowned. "I…" she seemed to struggle for words. "I… don't… I need to hold something… for the night," she lamely whispered.
"Huh?" Adira shot Maverick an I-will-actually-kill-you-if-you-give-one-more-line expression and he shut his mouth.
"Like… a stuffed animal, or an arm." She muttered, barely speaking. "It's a… reassurance thing. I'll have… nightmares if I don't," she glanced at the ground, face red with embarrassment. Her whisper drifted through the spacecraft.
Adira shot P.J a questioning glance. Is this another abandonment thing?

I don't know, P.J mouthed back, glancing nervously between Sherry and Desi. She willed them not to start the ship, but…they started the ship.

"Yee haw, pardners! And on your left we have a vErY LaRGe pRoJeCtiLe," They shouted, whizzing around it with gusto.

"Jesus christ, here," Quill mumbled to himself, slipping for a moment and regaining hold, one hand on the top of Desi's chair and another on her shoulder. "You can hold my arm…sorry about Sherry, they're probably drunk…"

"Oh ok…" Desi latched onto Quill's arm and he helplessly stood there, not daring to move as she immediately fell asleep.
"How she manages to sleep in this chaos alarms me," swore Adira. Directing her words at P.J, she asked, "How do you put up with this idiot you call a friend?"

Sherry and Maverick, were, well, being idiots. Somehow Maverick had a belt in one hand, wine in the other, swinging both around like a cowboy. Adira could've sworn she heard a "Haw YEET!" emerge from someone's lips.
Meanwhile, the two had began a chant of "WE'RE THE RATS! WE'RE THE RATS!"
It's scary how close this is to our actual friends

honestly what
P.J shrugged, turning to the rest of the crew that weren't intoxicated. "They came to earth. I jumped. Not a long story, but this next one should be." She turned around in her seat as colors and bright lights of all different colors flew by the windows.

Quill eventually sat on the arm of the chair, sighing and gulping a little bit. This Desi would be a toll, that was for sure, but he couldn't just leave her. Eyeing the gray ribbon on his wrist that all the crew members had - they'd gotten them different ways - he then looked back at Desi. He was gonna help her.

Sherry grinned to himself, flipping a couple switches on the ship and it slowed down a little as they came out of the cloud, revealing what appeared to a bigger, badder rendition of mars. "This is it, folks. Abrasax."

ok side note: in every rp you're in your characters have gray ribbons around their wrists, for reasons that are either mysterious, revealed later, or never told. what is the freaking reason Lillian

Maverick turned to P.J: "I wish you 'jumped' on me instead," he saucily suggested.
"One day I'm going to kick you out of this rocket and wave at you through the window as you die." Adira vowed, even adding in a mocking wink.
The light dimmed a little behind his eyes, not enough to be noticeable, though. Quickly turning his attention back to Sherry- oh wowza that was a hecking coolio planet. Abracasaxaphone really knows its shit.

Desi pawed feebly at Quill's forearm; it was nestled in her vice-like grip. Digging in her fingernails, she left behind crescent moon indents. Her countenance contorted and as a strangled whisper screamed,"D-don't go!" Tears streamed down innocent features. "Pl-please. How could you?"
A hand reached out, touching the flesh of Quill's arm. As if it was a breath of reassurance, immediately her face relaxed, posture adjusted, and a happy sigh was the only indication before sleep captured her once more. Her hands still clenched around Quill's arm, like it was a pole to stay in reality.

you might find out later, you might not. :)
P.J rolled her eyes and kicked the back of his chair in annoyance. "Well, we're here. Who says we throw him in some arena?"
All but Sherry and Maverick raised their hands.
Quill sighed and gently shook Desi's shoulders gently, not wanting to startle her but meaning to get her awake. "We're here, Desi," He whispered softly.
Sherry rolled their eyes and set a mediocre hum to the engines, setting them on course for the planet. "We'll be there in a couple minutes, give or take," They decided, unbuckling their seatbelt and spinning around.
I am sensing a little bit of romance between Desi and Quill?

(Do you want the romance?)

(I mean like, it'll do whatever. )

Adira pumped her fist in the air, an unusual show of exhilaration for the girl. "Throw. Him. In. The. Ar-iee-nA!" she cheered. "And. His. Alll-co-hol! Wahooo!!"
Maverick began pouting in the corner. "I could probably just seduce all the opponents with my suave and charm," he grumbled, half serious.
Everyone gawked for a second, not knowing how to respond. It… it had been a joke…?
"I knew you guys actually loved me! Aww, it's so nice to know y'all would rather not send me onto a random planet with gladiator arenas," he joked.
I'm giving you the steering wheel with my cinnamon roll and Quill

P.J shrugged. "My bad. We'd probably get sued for something - not that any of us really care, but yeah." She said, unbuckling her own seatbelt and standing, striding across the room to open the door. "Prepare for a little departure."

Quill shook his head, crouching down by Desi. "I think it's best if she stays here, and we all know she doesn't like being alone. At all. I'll stay with her," He finished, glancing down at her sleeping. "She doesn't even have to wake up."

Sherry shrugged and led them to touchdown in an empty, open field - right next to a giant colesseum. "Well, folks, we're here. Let's boogie, boys!" They exclaimed, leaping out of their seat and following eveyone out of the airlock. P.J gave Quill a last look. "You know they trust you with the ship, right?"
Quill nodded and glanced back at Desi. "I know. I can pilot it if anything goes wrong."