Peter has met a variety of curious individuals in his life: aliens, gods, wizards, whatever Groot is...but vampires would be a new one. As far as he knows, there's none in the city (as far as he knows). There are free places available to crash that are more comfortable than the beach, it shouldn't be too hard for Trevor to find them. Less sand getting everywhere when you're sleeping inside an apartment, even if it needs to be refurbished.
This is a rat-eating-judgment-free zone, okay, they both did what they needed to do to survive. Life doesn't always give you grilled fish and crabs to eat while chilling on the beach of a sex island.
"It's one of the few alcoholic drinks we have here, there's not a lot of variety." He asks the robot to bring them a couple because he's also thirsty. The hazards of actually staying under the bright sun, Peter has almost forgotten that happened. He takes one of the grilled fish on a skewer and starts munching on it; it's quite good, which probably means another islander and not one of the robots cooked it.
"Nah, they do call me Star-Lord in my world, but not because I'm a noble. I've been here a long time, you could say I'm used to the robots's antics and how to handle them. The best approach is a direct one, they're not much into conversation or jokes. The Augur made them, is the entity who runs this place, but we don't really know much about it, or about the island in general. " He shakes Trevor's hand and chuckles.
"Batshit crazy is the usual here. Nice to meet you, 'just' Trevor." Way to fail at looking suspicious, Trevor, but Peter isn't going to call him out on it. "I died once back in my home, and I was resurrected. Since I had no memory of what being dead was like, it felt like it had only been seconds, when in reality it had been five years. I imagine it is the same for those who arrive here after death, they might not realize it immediately. What's your world like?"
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This is a rat-eating-judgment-free zone, okay, they both did what they needed to do to survive. Life doesn't always give you grilled fish and crabs to eat while chilling on the beach of a sex island.
"It's one of the few alcoholic drinks we have here, there's not a lot of variety." He asks the robot to bring them a couple because he's also thirsty. The hazards of actually staying under the bright sun, Peter has almost forgotten that happened. He takes one of the grilled fish on a skewer and starts munching on it; it's quite good, which probably means another islander and not one of the robots cooked it.
"Nah, they do call me Star-Lord in my world, but not because I'm a noble. I've been here a long time, you could say I'm used to the robots's antics and how to handle them. The best approach is a direct one, they're not much into conversation or jokes. The Augur made them, is the entity who runs this place, but we don't really know much about it, or about the island in general. " He shakes Trevor's hand and chuckles.
"Batshit crazy is the usual here. Nice to meet you, 'just' Trevor." Way to fail at looking suspicious, Trevor, but Peter isn't going to call him out on it. "I died once back in my home, and I was resurrected. Since I had no memory of what being dead was like, it felt like it had only been seconds, when in reality it had been five years. I imagine it is the same for those who arrive here after death, they might not realize it immediately. What's your world like?"