Questionable Decision-Making In Progress [CLOSED]

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Who: Foster, Taako, and Amethyst. (Also starring the Cloak of Death.)
When: Backdated to the Moon! I'll check dates when it's not 1 AM
Where: The Good Ship Cabin Empathy
What: Foster made a dangerous purchase. Now he has to tame it.
Warnings: Um. Drugs and alcohol, grossness, graphic descriptions of violence

Foster's already sent Amethyst ahead to meet at the cabin he shares with Taako and Reira, having promised to be there as soon as he loads up with as many potentially-useful items as he can carry--a list that includes such choice selections as a single(!) healing potion and such questionable ones as a bucket of live rodents, fresh from the Carnival barn.

Amethyst, of course, is free to bring whatever else she thinks would be useful--or just entertaining, he doesn't really know what he's doing and he freely admits to having a few plans, but he's open to more if his own don't take.

The important thing is that he have an extra pair or two of arms and eyes in case things get out of hand--which seems like much more investment in his future than he would have bothered with six months ago, but he's really just interested in success, not his own survival.

And he's impatient to get started. Not just eager, but confident. Certain of his own success. Perhaps unreasonably so, but it's not like he hasn't solved the impossible before.

He'll solve this, too. He already knows--it's just a matter of fate.

Comments

[tacosgay]

Taako's honestly only here to laugh at whatever ends up going terribly wrong. He does have some real contributions of his own, though he's entirely unsure of just how useful they may be-- he's done a bit of improvisation in the carnival's kitchen after hours, and has prepared some cannibis-laced dishes to try and feed the thing, in addition to keeping the KrEpStAr at hand, just in case-- but if he's entirely honest, his main goal in this entire endeavor is just to watch Foster's attempts to tame this thing go inevitably, terribly wrong.

At the moment, he's seated on the couch, his hair tied up into a thick bun to try and keep it from getting caught in any of this thing's mouths and sleeves rolled up. The plate of laced goods is sitting on the table, and the KrEpStAr is in Taako's hand, leaned against the floor as he watches the situation from what he hopes is a safe distance.

This is probably going to suck. It's definitely going to suck for Foster, he knows that much beyond the shadow of a doubt.

WHOOPS HELLO IM EXTREMELY SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

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Amethyst kicks the door open, mainly because her arms are full -- she's loaded up on junk from her own trailer, ranging from novelty rubber ducks to empty tin cans. She dumps it all on the floor, and then notices Taako.

"Oh, hey. Sup, ya wiener. Oh, dude, you brought snacks?" She grabs one of the drugged food items off the table, regardless of what it is, and tosses it in her mouth with no further preamble.

FASHIONABLY LATE

[criticallyfucked]

Foster arrives last to his on party, which is about as much as anyone ever expected of him. Showing up, that is.

But show up he does, with a bucket of mice and the cloak folded over one arm--it's actually been folded over a few times, so it looks a little like a waiting tablecloth, if Foster were into fine dining and anyone considered a bucket of mice 'fine dining' to begin with. Probably they should at least be cooked first.

He arrives in time to watch Amethyst shoving a... well, whatever it is, it's gone now, into her mouth. He blinks slowly, then glances at Taako.

I love this scene already

[tacosgay]

Taako's mouth falls open, but the Magic Foodstuff is gone before he can even make a sound; he blinks at Amesthyst, and then clears his throat.

"Uh, those are for the cloak? They're, like, super full of dank kush, but, uh. I mean, I guess you can have some, too, since I'm pretty sure this thing is a carnivore in the first place." How she managed to not even smell the weed in the food before she ate it is a mystery to him, but... well. It's too late now.

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Amethyst, who has never stopped to smell anything before she stuffs it into her mouth in her entire life, flicks a plastic bottle cap in after it and looks just a tiny bit regretful.

"Aw, man," she says with her mouth full. "Bummer, that stuff doesn't even do anything to me." She swallows and blows a raspberry, presumably to indicate dismay at the fact that she can't Do Wead. "Well, whatever, I guess, I got a bunch of other stuff we can give to it instead."

I have to ask Quix if it can make noise, goddamnit.

[criticallyfucked]

Foster relaxes a minuscule amount--almost invisibly, really, but if Taako's blazed boulangerie had actually been capable of affecting Amethsyt...

Personal feelings about intoxication aside, she's the most physically capable person in the room, and if she's high and he's not undead then who's flying the plane then he's probably going to die. Which is fine.

He looks at the cloak in his arms--then he drops the bucket of mice on the floor (there's a lid) and unfurls the cloak, draping it rather more dramatically than necessary over the back of a chair.

And four massive, sleek, grey heads emerge on serpentine necks, beady blue eyes glowing as they open their fanged maws at the trio with a low, wet crackling hiss.

[tacosgay]

"Oh... huh," is Taako's immediate response to Amethyst's revelation that weed doesn't affect her; he smiles weakly at her, his ears drooping just a bit. "What a shame. Then again, uh, there's so much packed in everything on that plate that if it did, you'd pretty much be doomed to an evening of laying on the floor, talking to molecules or something, so I guess all's well that ends well, right?"

With that, he turns back to Foster, and to the cloak; maybe he could tuck one of the baked goods he's brought inside the bucket of mice? Or break one and put it up inside of a mouse corpse? He's definitely going to make Foster do that, though, for sure. Gross.

"... so, uh. Where do we start?"

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"I dunno, dude, laying on the floor 'n talking to molecules sounds pretty great," says Amethyst, and she looks like she's going to go on.. but she gets distracted by the four heads snaking out of Foster's cloak. They hiss, and she whistles.

"Yo, lemme go first." She reaches for one of the empty tin cans, crushes it in her hands, and then tosses it to one of the heads.

[criticallyfucked]

Foster was actually planning on going first, but Amethyst doesn't really give him a chance to argue. The tin can just sails right past hm and before he can react to it, one of the heads shoots out, snatching the garbage out of the air. It's immediately crushed between those slavering jaws, its destruction completed with a horrific metal-scraping crunch before it disappears into the mysterious gullet. Or... it seems to, anyway. There's no real "swallowing" action.

But the head in question swings towards Amethyst with a vicious gurgle-hiss.

Foster, who rarely reacts to 'minor' stimuli like sounds, actually covered one ear with a furry paw in response--but only one, and he looks mildly surprised. Then... annoyed?

And then he reaches out with that same paw, fully intending to grab the errant head--or just smack it to regain its attention.

[tacosgay]

For his part, Taako... well, he watches this all play out, really. He's 100% sure whatever Foster is about to do is a terrible idea, but he's curious to see just how terribly it's going to go-- though he does, out of some reflex, call out a hesitant, "Hey, uh--"

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"Whoah, neat," is Amethyst's first response, but when Foster lifts his bear paw to the head that cronched the tin can down, she sucks her teeth and reaches over to lightly bap the back of his hand. Don't get your fingers bitten off, Foster,

[criticallyfucked]

Foster is almost offended at their interruption, but is reminded in that exact same instant that he had something else he'd intended to try. And so reminded, he turns around--narrowly missing the snapping jaws of not one but two of the heads as he does so.

"Oh right, I almost forgot!" And he laughs, though he is absolutely not unaware of what a near miss he just had. But there will be time for that later, if this doesn't work. Which it might not, but it was his first idea, and it's the one he intends to try first.

Which is to say, he's about to be down four or eight of the Afterglow pills Papyrus gifted him, but it's for a very good cause.

"--Taako, you did bring wine, right?" It's the only specific request he actually made, and he made it solely because he knows Taako drinks it. He may not like it, but it has its conveniences. Or one convenience, specifically.

[tacosgay]

Taako rubs a hand over his face. This is gonna be a long day.

"Yeah, of course," he says, and he goes to fetch it; given they're doing this in their own cabin, the wine is tucked away in one of the cabinets nearby, out of the reach of the kids they've inexplicably wound up roomed with. Not that he's terribly worried about Reira breaking into the booze in a fit of rebellion, although she's been shown to not have the greatest sense of self-control in the world once she learns that she likes something...

At any rate, he grabs the bottle by the neck, and then turns to head back into the other room and offer it to Foster.

"Rest in peace, sweet strawberry merlot, you will be missed," he says, hanging his head in mock grief.

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"What, ya gonna try to get it drunk?" says Amethyst, her eyebrows going all the way up. She doesn't sound like she disapproves, though.