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.

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.