[ There's a number of strange things someone could fixate on in the situation upon waking up — for most of them it probably isn't that they should be asleep in the first place. Nebula hasn't slept in the normal sense in... a long time. It's more like powering on and powering off, if she had to put a word to it (and she hates putting a word to it). So sleep in its traditional sense is abnormal, almost like a lost art. ]

[ But when she takes a breath, sharp it's distantly familiar wakefulness. Heavy. A strange sensation as she thrashed beneath the earth in too soft cocoon. Panic doesn't set in, but annoyance - anger does. It grows worse as she tries to shift her left arm and hand from their usual mode to something to blast whatever's compounding her there. It doesn't work. The steel claws installed in her right hand function, at least, and she digs herself out. ]

What in the hell.

[ She grounds it out to herself as she pulls herself out from the hole. Thankfully she's still wearing clothing - the Guardians uniform offering a small blessing - or this would be worse before it gets better. Worse because her heard jerks over towards any noise - hearing still better than most even if it's been dampened now - and snarls out in low irritation: ]

Don't come a step closer. [ Once, this may have been followed with a 'or I'll have your head' or something of the like. Once, the warning wouldn't even be given. Now, it's just low and dangerous huskiness - half an unmeaning threat as she adds, ] Name yourself and this planet.

[ Nebula is yet another who looks misplaced in Springstar's bright fanfare of a city. She may have found a place to wash and clean up the uniform, but somehow that made her look more stalwart. Even without a blaster at her side and her arm unable to transform, she still manages to look hard and formidable. A stature of a woman so serious it's almost comedic. ]

[ She keeps to herself, for as much as she can. Which isn't to say she can. The locals are eager to tell stories of the latest Oracle grab and while she's not... eager to hear it for a fifth time or to gasp with interested oohs and aahs she is interested in knowledge. So she listens for as long as her patience allows before finding a way to dismiss herself (semi-politely) or in a vaguely ominous dismissal. ]

[ As the time goes on in the forum the latter becomes more of a common mention. Towards the end, she's decided the drinks aren't poisoned and is nursing one when she annoyedly (sourly) mutters to the nearest seeming Shardbearer: ]

Do they ever shut up?

[ Not visiting both cities would be a shame and a waste of information. She at least looks more the part of someone who belongs in Highstorm — All serious expressions and as seriously met steely words. But there's something that unsettles her about the city, that makes her skin itch in a way she hadn't forgotten but had put behind her. ]

[ It takes her a moment to allow herself the realization it's that of control and oppression. ]

[ After seeing one-too-many price gougers in the markets she almost chose not to go to the assembly in front of Yima's manor. She notes some of the looks at the uniform - not to whatever dress code passed for around here and it only made her raise her head higher and pass like she hadn't noticed. She was still a Guardian of the Galaxy here. Now. ]

If this is what they consider is making better world... I've seen better ones in the gutters of the galaxy.

[ This too is all but muttered to herself. And if she catches an eye of someone else, her mouth twitches and she demands: ] What's happened here?

Feel free to Wildcard your own things! I'm also happy to either include Memshare from the Blight stuff worked into any prompt/new stuff (just let me know). I've been trying to figure out a decent character for Kenos! Feel free to message me on hopewillbloom or discord deadlynadder for any plotting. If you need something more I'm always happy to make adjustments.