Questionable Decision-Making In Progress [CLOSED]

[criticallyfucked]

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.

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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--"

[drrdrrdrr]

"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.

[drrdrrdrr]

"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.