Star-Lord's Day (Part 1)

Star-Lord and Gamora's passports had both been processed in Wakanda, making them Wakandan citizens, though their skin colors were rather different. Of course, Gamora's photo had only been taken after her skin had been dyed the color of an ordinary white person. After all, no one would use a "cosplay" look for official documents. Even if they did, it would have no legal validity.

The makeup was only for the convenience of boarding the plane. After getting off, Gamora found a hotel and washed it off.

To her, the sticky makeup felt terribly uncomfortable.

They said nothing along the way.

After learning a bit about Earth's "knowledge" in Wakanda, Star-Lord boarded a bus headed for the town he remembered.

"Hey, buddy, is your girlfriend cosplaying?" Someone patted him on the shoulder.

"Uh... yeah. She... you know, she likes cosplay."

"Your girlfriend sure knows how to have fun. Why aren't you cosplaying?"

Star-Lord smiled and did not continue the pointless chatter. The fragments of directions home he had just pieced together were shattered again. He did not cosplay because he was afraid people he knew would fail to recognize him. Well, even though three or four decades had passed and no one would recognize him anyway... he could not exactly go see his father looking bizarre, could he?

Seeing that Star-Lord ignored him, the man did not make a nuisance of himself. He had a duffel bag slung over his back and looked like someone heading home as well.

What a coincidence. They were actually traveling the same way?

This was already the final stop. The bus had long since emptied out, leaving only the three of them and the driver.

"Hey, buddy, are you going to Quinn Town? Made-up place?" The guy in the back patted Star-Lord's shoulder again.

"Quinn