[Video, post-tinker tailor, pre-murderworld]

[frickingguardian]

[Hey, look, it's Rocket! Rocket with a bunch of flowers using him as a jungle gym. He doesn't seem to care, at least at the moment.]

I'm back. Have I mentioned I'm getting kind of sick of breaking out of prisons? Because I am. It gets a little tedious after awhile.

[A flower falls off his head-with all the grace of a bag of cement-and he catches it, sighing a bit.]

Anyway. Whoever took care of the flowers while I was gone, thanks. None of them died, gold star and no getting shot at for you. Congratulations.

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[headinjuries]

I like to think I did a pretty good job for being from the State That Water Forgot.

[ You bet Sam wanted to make sure he wasn't going to get shot at. WATER THEM PLAAAAANTS ]

Welcome back.

[frickingguardian]

Remind me to never visit that place. Every time you describe it, it just sounds worse. And thanks. I miss anything good?

[headinjuries]

Arizona eats the weak. But the rest of us do just fine.

Honestly, you didn't miss much.

[frickingguardian]

Eh, figures prison wouldn't even turn out to be a break from the crazy.

[He pauses, his ears perking up.]

Reminds me. You know if anybody here has lockpicks? I need some. Trying to improvise my way out keeps working, but I kinda want some backup.

[headinjuries]

I don't know, but if anybody here has them I'd put my money on Parker.

[frickingguardian]

Guess I gotta talk to her, then. I could probably get a plant to break things with their roots, if it's big enough, but a houseplant's the kinda thing they find while searching you.

[headinjuries]

Aren't they supposed to be searching well enough that they'd find lockpicks too? Or are you gonna like...swallow them? Or something?

[ He's not going to carry the thought of hiding things in strange places too far, but. ]

[frickingguardian]

Eh, you'd think they'd search well enough, but depends on the prison, really. If Groot was here, I could probably hide a couple under cracks in his bark. Security at some places, I probably could've gotten away with hiding 'em in my tail's fur.

[There are minor benefits to a fluffy tail, apparently.]

[headinjuries]

They don't have like, metal detectors going or something?

[ That's...weird? ]

Even some of our schools on Earth have more security than that.

[frickingguardian]

I figure somebody's gotta have come up with some that're tiny enough to not set it off, or made outta something that won't. I'm gonna be disappointed if nobody's figured that out yet.

[Because clearly there is a legitimate need here. Rocket pauses, considering.]

...Plus, not like I don't set off detectors anyway.

[If Sam was trained by an alternate universe Rocket, well...he probably knows the implants are there, if nothing else.]

[headinjuries]

...yeah, good point.

[ On both counts. ]

[frickingguardian]

Anyway. No problems with the flowers, that's good.

[He pokes at one a bit with a finger, and it tries to poke back with a leaf.]

...course, not like they're bright or mean enough to cause much trouble. Wait'll I get ahold of something with thorns.

[headinjuries]

I'm kinda surprised you hadn't already.

[frickingguardian]

Been meaning to, but you know how many restrictions there are with some places and getting plants outta them? It's ridiculous. And that's before I make it so they can attack people!

[headinjuries]

...I wasn't really thinking about that.

[ Space cop or no, it's not like he ever learned about interstellar import restrictions. ]

So like when border patrol gets all up on your butt if you try to bring a tomato back into the country?

[whyarewehere]

So does that mean you just intend to shoot at the rest of us, or...?

[ Grif knows who he's dealing with and is going to err on the side of apprehension. ]

[frickingguardian]

Depends. You do something I should know about while I was locked up?

[whyarewehere]

You say that like I do anything around here.

[frickingguardian]

You act annoying. Technically, that's something. It's a pathetic something, but it's-

[There's a soft sound as a flower topples off his shoulder and lands off-camera. Rocket runs a hand over his face.]

...I gotta make leashes for these things.

[whyarewehere]

I'd point out that you're still the guy with daisy powers and I wouldn't go throwing "pathetic" around like that if I were you.

But I'm nice, so I won't.

[ Grif that's not how it works. ]

[frickingguardian]

[Rocket gives Grif a look. It's look that speaks volumes.

The volumes largely consist of 'remember when I had a houseplant kick your ass?']

Yeah, yeah, mister 'I get defeated if you tie my shoelaces together'.

[whyarewehere]

Stop being jealous just cause you know you would've gotten out of there five times as fast if you had my power instead.

[frickingguardian]

I would love to see you break out of prison. Seriously! You'd probably run headfirst into a door or get shocked by something, it'd be great.

[whyarewehere]

I have what it takes to survive on the inside! I've done it before.

[ Grif tries to play it extra cool, like he actually did time and wasn't just extra dramatic about being locked in a room with Church for half an hour. ]

[frickingguardian]

Yeah, and how many times have you broke out? 'Cause this makes twenty-four for me.

[whyarewehere]

Is it better to break out a lot or just not be caught?
Cause I know which one I'm going with here.

[frickingguardian]

I got framed!

[This time, anyway.]

[whyarewehere]

Look you gotta admit that's what everyone in space jail says.

[frickingguardian]

Doesn't matter when it actually happened to me!

[whyarewehere]

[ Grif squints at him, as if he's really suspicious. He's only teasing, but... ]

[jonesiseverywhere]

Can't teach flowers to take care of themselves?

[frickingguardian]

One, they ain't that bright, and two, they ain't that big. Water's heavy, they'd probably squash themselves trying to carry it.

[jonesiseverywhere]

So are cats and they can still get up on a sink and turn on the faucet. Jus' sayin'.

[frickingguardian]

Seriously, they really ain't that bright. Look at 'em. They're little brightly-colored idiots.

[Rocket gestures at the flowers, who watch his hand and wiggle petals and laves at him. One hops and tries to catch his hand, only to land face-first. Flower-first?]

[jonesiseverywhere]

[...Seriously?]

Yeeeeeah, still pretty cat-like. Did ya show them where water comes from?

[frickingguardian]

They know it comes from the..I don't know the gardening term for the thing. The thing with the spout. ...I got some fountains around here, but I think they're kinda afraid of falling in. One bit of common sense they did get.