criticallyfucked: (Everything will go tonight)
Foster van Denend ([personal profile] criticallyfucked) wrote in [community profile] lostcarnival2018-01-27 01:02 am

Questionable Decision-Making In Progress [CLOSED]

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.
tacosgay: (wine gay)

[personal profile] tacosgay 2018-02-19 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
"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?"
drrdrrdrr: <user name=sways> (crax knux)

[personal profile] drrdrrdrr 2018-02-19 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
"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.
tacosgay: (taco???)

[personal profile] tacosgay 2018-02-19 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
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--"
drrdrrdrr: <user name=sways> (uhhuh)

[personal profile] drrdrrdrr 2018-02-20 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
"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,
tacosgay: (MANE)

[personal profile] tacosgay 2018-02-23 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
drrdrrdrr: (for a while i guess)

[personal profile] drrdrrdrr 2018-03-08 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"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.