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Summary: Jeremy meets Rocket Raccoon for the first time and is a bit surprised.
Date: March 8, 2011
Log Title: Holy Crap a Raccoon!
Rating: PG
Barnes Academy - Gym
This module is also fairly large, containing an elevated track that spans the circumference of the room, giving it about an eighth of a mile for a single lap. Below the track and the large ports looking out into the water is a central area that can be configured for anything from basketball to street hockey. Around the central area are areas with hydraulic weight set ups, gymnastics equipment, fitness stations and mats for yoga, sparring or stretching.
A few times a week Jeremy likes head into the gym and just run. He's dressed in a Barnes sweet shirt and workout pants and is jogging on the the elevated track. His long hair is tied back with a few loose strands hanging in his face. Unlike most students he doesn't listen to music as he runs, just the sound of his own foot falls. The only clue that he's been running for quite some time is that he's breathing quite heavily.
The door to the gym opens up and in steps Rocket Raccoon. The Raccoon is currently wearing a pair of tan shorts and a green shirt, having gone out to get an Earth appropriate wardrobe shortly after arriving at Barne's. The raccoon has a set of earphones clipped to his ears but removes them when he sees the student running along the track. He waits until Jeremy passes by him again and hops onto the track, keeping pace with the boy. "Good night for a run, hmm?"
"Yeah it is." Jeremy huffs out before looking down at his new running companion. He does a double take before he slows down and stops. "You…you're…you're a raccoon." He says rubbing his eyes. "I met a talking cat once but..you're a raccoon right, I'm not seeing things am I? Sorry if I'm being rude I'm just a bit surprised."
Rocket slows to a stop and jogs in place next to the student. "What? Yeah, Rocket Raccoon. A bit different from the ones on this planet though. I'm from pretty far ways off, but I'm taking a break here on Earth. I'll be teaching a few classes here." He tips his head for a moment and shakes his head, listening to the music still coming through the headphone speakers. "You're music is strange…" Then thinking about some research he had done on musical artists of Earth, "Is it standard human practice to wear garnments made of meat?"
Jeremy just watches Rocket and rubs his face with both gloved hands. His mind is trying to process what is being said. "So..you'll be teaching here. And yes, some music is strange. And..I'm sorry sir but you're not from Earth?" That's a new one to him despite being at Barnes. "And what do you mean wearing garments made of meat, that'd be a horrible thing for me to do." He says sounding quite freaked out by the idea.
Rocket tips his head back and nods. "Yes I'll be teaching three classes here while I stay on Earth. I come from Halfworld and don't think I'll be able to make it back any time soon." He pulls out an i-pod and clicks a button, shutting the device off. "Do you not know of others on this planet that weren't born here? I'm sure there are more than you think." The raccoon nods. "Yes, I saw it on the television. Misses Gaga was wearing a meat dress. Is this normal?"
Jeremy can help but sit down as he tries to mull things over. "No, well I never met one. I mean I met a guy who was turned into a cat but he was turned back. And I heard stuff here about other planets but..I'm sorry sir." Jeremy says in regards to his reaction. "I just really thought I might have been hallucinating at first. And I don't know who Miss Gaga is."
The raccoon scratches his chin. "Hmmm. Well that's actually a bit surprising to me. Why I was speaking to an Avenger just the other day who'd been off of Earth. Maybe I should dedicate one of my classes to teaching a little about the known Galaxy." He waves a paw dismissively, "Eh don't worry. I'll do some more research on your Internets later on."
"I'm not an Avenger." Jeremy says as he looks up at Rocket. "I'm sorry I'm Jeremy." He says offering a gloved hand. "I am probably not the best to ask about pop culture, I don't really known much but I will say wearing meat as clothes isn't normal. Leather is but I don't like to wear anything made from an animal for the most part."
Rocket seems to snap back to the conversation at hand and reaches out a paw to shake the student's hand. "Ah well of course you're not an Avenger, you're just a student here now, right? But I met an Avenger about a week back." His face is a little hard to read at the mention of wearing animals, but the Raccoon seems to perk up a bit when Jeremy mentions he does not wear that too often. "So you don't do much in the way of space travel here, eh? That's actually kind of surprising." He shrugs, "I've met people from Earth before. I assumed it had to do with technology but now that I think about it there are a lot of mutants here. That might have something to do with it."
Jeremy shakes his head. "I don't know, I just know that in the sixties humans went to the Moon." He doesn't know much about other worlds at all. "Yes, I'm still in High School cause I missed a few years of schooling on the streets." He says pushing himself back up to a standing position. "I'm one of those lots of mutants I guess sir."
Rocket nods to the boy. "Yes, I was aware you had visited your moon. Well maybe some day…" He lets that trail off. "Lived on the streets eh? That's no way for a growing boy to live. Seems like a lot of mutants here are doing that though. Well, when they're not off destroying something or getting revenge on something…Mutants seem always to be in the news here. One of my classes is actually an Ethics class. Trying to cut down on unnecessary violence."
Jeremy shrugs. "It happened, I survived and did what I could." He says in regards to his time on the street. "I try to stay out of the destroying and violence stuff. My powers don't really work like that and aren't really harmful to anyone."
Rocket nods again. "Ah, well then you probably wouldn't be too interested in my Survival class if you already went through all that." He flicks his tail idly and glances around the facility. "And not having a destructive ability can be a good thing or a bad thing depending on the situation. Also I doubt the general public will care how dangerous you are if things keep going the way they seem to be going. First week I was here I kept reading about little wars between mutants and your police officers. That can't be good for moralle."
"Yeah a couple of students here were involved in that." Jeremy says as he looks down at his hands. "My power is that I can see the past of anything I touch. I can't really control it. And survival, well I know how to survive on the streets of New York City. Drop me in a dessert or the middle of the woods I probably couldn't survive that."
The Raccoon drops his ears slightly. "Ah. Well I'm not too happy to hear students were involved, but I'm sure it was a bit more complicated a situation than it looked like from the papers." He grins a toothy grin, "And maybe you should take the Survival class then. I think for a final I'll drop you all in the middle of the wilderness." It sounds too rediculous to be true, but Rocket doesn't look like he's joking.
Jeremy's eyes widen a bit and he takes a deep breath. "Well I'll consider taking the Survival class sir." He's really not sure if he'd be able to survive in the wilderness. "So, how long have you been on..um..Earth Mr. Raccoon. That is right? Mr. Raccoon or is it Mr. Rocket?"
Rocket scratches his head, "Well I'm Rocket Raccoon. SO I guess you can call me Mr. Raccoon. And I've been here about one Earth month now. It is an interesting place. From researching your planet I see it is very diverse. He pauses for a moment as a beeping sound comes out of his pocket. He reaches in and pulls out something that looks like a touch phone. "Oh…Looks like I need to go check on something. Suppose I'll have to get my exercise some other time."
Jeremy nods to Rocket takes a deep breath. "It was nice meeting you Mr. Raccoon and maybe I'll see you in one of your classes. I'm going to finish my run and then head outside for some air. Enjoy your internet exploring of Earth." He says uncertainly as he goes back to his running.
Rocket types a few things into the device and looks up at Jeremy with a smile. "Yes, it was nice to meet you as well. Have a good night." The Raccoon offers a quick wave and trots off toward the door.
