taako catchall

[papasha]

i found a shitpost finally

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WEEK 1 - SUNDAY

[uhhhmagic]

[Taako’s just hanging out in the kitchen for now - mixing something with an unusual intensity, though he’ll pause when Blanca walks in, giving him the slightest of sideeyes before he just goes right back to it. Saying nothing.

Believe it or not this is his best imitation of being Polite.]

[papasha]

[Oh. Hm.

He sort of comes in without disturbing Taako at first. He doesn't ignore Taako; he looks at him and nods, but he goes about getting something from the fridge.

And then, very conversationally, and earnestly:] Good afternoon, Mister Taako. [Because he still, like, has manners.]

What are you making?

[uhhhmagic]

I think we’re a little beyond the need for “Mister,” yanno.

[Taako, who has never had manners, doesn’t understand this tactic. He does stop and look at what he’s making though, like he’s a little surprised to see it.]

Well, I was thinking about these . . . cookies, that I used to make, and they were a huge hit, but then I thought it was weird that I couldn’t exactly figure out what cookies they were, so, uh, I started with chocolate chip, and those weren’t it, so I tossed them. I moved onto caramel laceys and madelines, and those weren’t it, so, into the garbage they go. Gingersnaps. Nope. Snickerdoodles, great, but no. So I’ve kind of forgotten where I’m going with this, is the point.

[papasha]

Taako then.

[He does not bat an eye at having to change gears. He continues pouring himself a glass of water while listening to Taako. And then brings it over to place in front of him as he leans on the counter with his forearms. Close enough to talk, but out of Taako's way.]

I see. Very elusive cookies. [He doesn't even scold about the waste.] How did the cookies make you feel? When you think about them.

Are you making them for someone?

[uhhhmagic]

[He makes a face a bit like he's trying to hold onto a particularly slippery fish, and then looks a little bit sick--]

Bad, because, almonds, uh, they taste like cyanide, I think, so I could have mixed up the--

[He cuts himself off.]

Ricciarelli?

WEEK 3 - MONDAY

[uhhhmagic]

[Hey, Blanca. Are you just wandering around minding your business. Well, not anymore. Taako is coming up, and just. Putting a bunch of macarons in his hands? Just. Loose macarons.]

Taste those.

[papasha]

[Oh--uh. Well, he just accepts the macarons because he really can't not accept them and waste them on the floor.]

...Do they taste like almonds?

[He is... eating one anyway as he asks this.]

[uhhhmagic]

[They do! A little bit. But also not really poison-y. . . . on the other hand, they aren’t great. They aren’t bad? But also not really as good as hyped.]

They’re fucking weird, right?

[papasha]

[If it wasn't for being in this place, he'd accuse Taako of being a pod person, giving him food tasting like this.

It's clear by his face they aren't the greatest thing, but he has another bite, so they also aren't inedible?]

Did you make them...? They're... okay, but from you, I think "okay" is worrying.

w5, thurs post cyoa right before curfew

[papasha]

[Taako gets a little finger beckon from the door of the sitting room right before it's time to go prepare for lock down.

Come here.]

[uhhhmagic]

[Sllllliding out to meet him. The mongoose pokes its head out slightly from under his hat, then retreats back.]

‘Sup, homie?

[papasha]

[He takes Taako by one hand and turns it over. ROMANTIC. Except, he puts four painkillers into Taako's palm.]

There are two for her, and two for you.

You said you would help me before. Are you still willing to help me now?

[uhhhmagic]

Tylenol?

[He’ll look at them and then pocket them. And then gives him a bit of an odd look at the question, but mostly because, well, he doesn’t make those kind of statements lightly? Be kinda shitty to back out now.]

Yeah. What’s up? Are you— Doing a thing?

WEEK 5 - POST INVEST

[uhhhmagic]

. . . Well? Thoughts? Concerns? Questions?

[Hi he's here. Update me, Captain.]

[papasha]

[Hello. He is shirtless, I'm sorry, Taako. Well, he's in the sleeveless black vest-coat he had at the beginning of the week. And he's shirtless because his midsection is bandaged, and there's a faint dark splotch under them on his right.

Also, he's covered in soot.]

As far as I know, the plan is still a go. If you're willing.

[uhhhmagic]

Yeah, I--

[Well, hold on. Looking him up and down?]

What the hell happened to you?

[papasha]

[He glances down at himself, then frowns when looking back up.]

...Mob was splintering, I think. He couldn't remember anyone, or who he was, and he attacked those of us at the blacksmith with him.

WEEK 5 - POST TRIAL

[uhhhmagic]

[Still feeling incredibly ill, but. He'll haul himself around to go find Blanca at some point.]

So . . . how was that? Told you I was fuckin' good at shenanigans.

[Unanimous vote.]

[papasha]

[GOD, they can't even celebrate hardly because they are all so damn sick. He offers a weak smile at Taako.]

You were amazing, as always. Thank you. If I wasn't so ill, I'd do something for you as thanks.

[uhhhmagic]

Yeah, well. An IOU then.

[He leans back against a wall. Now that he's a bit calmer about it since he feels less like he might actually die from it, he's handling it a little better, but he's still like. Awful and sweaty and nauseated. It's fine.]

Guess we'll see how tomorrow goes.

[papasha]

Ah, scary. Kano sent me a letter than only said IOU, I think. [He has IOU PTSD.] All right then. An IOU.

As long as no one tells her she's going to be protected, she should be fine. I'm not sure... what we will do if someone let's it slip. But let's try to be optimistic.

w6, friday post invest

[papasha]

[If Taako comes into their room, Blanca is already in there!

But he is... with a friend, haha! The falcon seems kind of under the weather. One of its wings has been somewhat amateurishly splinted and wrapped, and its sort of just chilling on Blanca's pillow.]

Ah--Taako.

[uhhhmagic]

[Taako sort of. Backs up a step when he sees the bird? Bird.]

Ah-- Bird. I don't trust them. Dead eyes. Like a doll's eyes.

[papasha]

[He holds up a hand a bit, reassuring.]

Nothing fishy here. [He looks briefly confused by this, but then he's fine.] He won't bother you.

Promise.

[uhhhmagic]

[Taako slowly steps to the side. Then ducks? Then ducks back to the other side. Like he's doing ninja moves.]

It's watching me . . .