❥ 0. Arrival [Taako wakes with a start. At first, he expects to be back on the moon base surrounded by people he knows and abruptly wouldn't know anymore. What he isn't expecting is to find a robot staring down at him, explaining that he isn't home and that he's been fucking kidnapped to yet another world. Again.
With the new communicator tablet (admittedly, sleek design, 10 out of 10 on that one) in hand, Taako stalks through the city of white stone and robots and can't help but think that Magnus would have a field day and get immediately banned here. He's got a map to 'housing' but he's withholding judgment on whether or not they're "nice" until he sees them. Right now, as long as it's not a bunk in space, he'll be fine. Even if it means he needs to rebuild his warddrobe, probably find new cooking equipment, figure out if he's been brought here alone - again - or--
SLAM!
As distracted as he was, Taako wasn't looking where he was going and smacks right into someone on his way. The elf teeters for a moment, arms flailing to keep his balance before he tips back onto the balls of his feet and rights himself. Only after checking that he himself isn't injured does he look to whomever it is he body-checked.]
Whoa, my bad, my dude - good thing Taako's a lithe little thing or I might've flattened you, huh?
❥ I. Temple Jobs [You know what sucks? Cleaning. Especially cleaning a mess that he didn't make. But you know what sucks worse? Being poor. Taako hates having to give up that little nestegg of credits he'd earned back in the hellhole of outer space and start from zero, but it isn't like this is a new thing. He'd drawn himself up from nothing more than once and he can do it again.
Thankfully it's easy as sin this time. People are willing to pay for the littlest of things and since Taako has Mage Hand under his belt? Well, it's their fault for making it so easy to earn cash by just picking up trash. Which is what Taako's doing as he lies on his back on the edge of the fountain, waving a hand idly to make a phantasmal blue hand pick up pieces of paper and small debris, depositing it into waste receptacles. He isn't exactly paying attention though, so that last bit of trash? Yeah it might just barely missed smacking straight into someone's face on its way to the trash bin. And does it seem like he noticed?
Mmmmmnope.]
❥ II. Repli-fails Shit!
[The scream from the house is probably loud enough to disturb any neighbors or reach the street even as Taako screeches at the machine.]
You stupid shit! Oh my gods, STOP. HOLY SHIT, STOP.
[Sure, these things didn't dispense nasty gel that he had to transmute - which was a huge step up - but now they wouldn't stop dispensing volleyball sized bright chartreuse tomatoes. They spilled out from the kitchen, rolled out into the living room, and then started to flood into the street, Taako standing in the midst of them and yelling.]
I will Fireball your mechanical ass! I said stop!!!
❥ III. Ribbon Games (Ohma) [From what he could gather, he needed to rope people into telling him things so he could get those dumb ribbons so he could win something later. Fabulous prizes were promised and where there was a reward, there was a Taako. The only problem was that there weren't a whole lot of people this would work on. He tried it with the robot denizens at first, but to no avail, so now he was on the hunt for anyone who didn't look like they belonged to this world. And as soon as he found them?
Taako used the handle of his umbrella to hook whatever body part he could reach and pull them in toward Ohma's temple doors.]
Hey! You wanna help a handsome elf out? Sure you do! C'mon in to Ohma's lovin' arms, my guy!
❥ IV. Welcome Party ❥ a. Ribbon Contest (Ohma) [PARTY TIME. Taako lives for these fancy events and with the little bits of Dora he's earned and some really well placed Disguise Self, he's got one hell of an outfit going for the evening. His wizarding hat has a string of multicolored magical lights along the brim and he has a sash in Ohma's colors wrapped tightly around his waist to which he's affixed his ribbons for the night. He's wearing a pair of entirely not sensible heeled shoes that make his legs look great in the pair of tight white leggings he has under a sleeveless gold mini-skirt length sheath dress. He has flowers braided into his hair that glow with a subtle blue and gold alternating pattern and he's currently making a beeline directly for the first person he can find that isn't from Ohma. He hopes. Honestly, he'll take anyone because he needs four ribbons to get a damn prize and Taako?
Taako never loses a competition.]
You! Better get ready to lose a ribbon because Taako's come to collect!
❥ b. Food Critic [And after terrorizing the ball with his insane need to win money, Taako's competitive streak ends and his critical one flares up as he starts perusing the food the robots have provided. Orange grapes and cotton-candy colored cuts of meat? Gods, it still looks raw even though he can see the steam lines rising from it. He grimaces as he takes a plate, selecting a few things that looked relatively safe. He has to give them a try after all - alien food and past experiences nonwithstanding. But after the first bite of a lavender colored chicken? He simply sets it down and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He'd been hoping to get away with not needing to transmute every freaking morsel here, but apparently that's his lot in life now.
He glances over to whomever is closest to him and also getting food, and then he snaps his fingers over his plate. Familiar magic arcs off his fingertips to change the lavender meat into a golden brown, properly seasoned piece of chicken. It's not as good as from scratch, but he can't exactly go storming into a kitchen here either. After finishing the transmutation, he flicks his fingers toward the other person's plate with disdain.]
How they expect us to eat this without raising literal hell, I have no idea, but good luck with that.
❥ V. Wildcard [Hit me up on plurk or PM if you want to do anything not listed here!]
Taako | The Adventure Zone (Ohma) OTA!
[Taako wakes with a start. At first, he expects to be back on the moon base surrounded by people he knows and abruptly wouldn't know anymore. What he isn't expecting is to find a robot staring down at him, explaining that he isn't home and that he's been fucking kidnapped to yet another world. Again.
With the new communicator tablet (admittedly, sleek design, 10 out of 10 on that one) in hand, Taako stalks through the city of white stone and robots and can't help but think that Magnus would have a field day and get immediately banned here. He's got a map to 'housing' but he's withholding judgment on whether or not they're "nice" until he sees them. Right now, as long as it's not a bunk in space, he'll be fine. Even if it means he needs to rebuild his warddrobe, probably find new cooking equipment, figure out if he's been brought here alone - again - or--
SLAM!
As distracted as he was, Taako wasn't looking where he was going and smacks right into someone on his way. The elf teeters for a moment, arms flailing to keep his balance before he tips back onto the balls of his feet and rights himself. Only after checking that he himself isn't injured does he look to whomever it is he body-checked.]
Whoa, my bad, my dude - good thing Taako's a lithe little thing or I might've flattened you, huh?
❥ I. Temple Jobs
[You know what sucks? Cleaning. Especially cleaning a mess that he didn't make. But you know what sucks worse? Being poor. Taako hates having to give up that little nestegg of credits he'd earned back in the hellhole of outer space and start from zero, but it isn't like this is a new thing. He'd drawn himself up from nothing more than once and he can do it again.
Thankfully it's easy as sin this time. People are willing to pay for the littlest of things and since Taako has Mage Hand under his belt? Well, it's their fault for making it so easy to earn cash by just picking up trash. Which is what Taako's doing as he lies on his back on the edge of the fountain, waving a hand idly to make a phantasmal blue hand pick up pieces of paper and small debris, depositing it into waste receptacles. He isn't exactly paying attention though, so that last bit of trash? Yeah it might just barely missed smacking straight into someone's face on its way to the trash bin. And does it seem like he noticed?
Mmmmmnope.]
❥ II. Repli-fails
Shit!
[The scream from the house is probably loud enough to disturb any neighbors or reach the street even as Taako screeches at the machine.]
You stupid shit! Oh my gods, STOP. HOLY SHIT, STOP.
[Sure, these things didn't dispense nasty gel that he had to transmute - which was a huge step up - but now they wouldn't stop dispensing volleyball sized bright chartreuse tomatoes. They spilled out from the kitchen, rolled out into the living room, and then started to flood into the street, Taako standing in the midst of them and yelling.]
I will Fireball your mechanical ass! I said stop!!!
❥ III. Ribbon Games (Ohma)
[From what he could gather, he needed to rope people into telling him things so he could get those dumb ribbons so he could win something later. Fabulous prizes were promised and where there was a reward, there was a Taako. The only problem was that there weren't a whole lot of people this would work on. He tried it with the robot denizens at first, but to no avail, so now he was on the hunt for anyone who didn't look like they belonged to this world. And as soon as he found them?
Taako used the handle of his umbrella to hook whatever body part he could reach and pull them in toward Ohma's temple doors.]
Hey! You wanna help a handsome elf out? Sure you do! C'mon in to Ohma's lovin' arms, my guy!
❥ IV. Welcome Party
❥ a. Ribbon Contest (Ohma)
[PARTY TIME. Taako lives for these fancy events and with the little bits of Dora he's earned and some really well placed Disguise Self, he's got one hell of an outfit going for the evening. His wizarding hat has a string of multicolored magical lights along the brim and he has a sash in Ohma's colors wrapped tightly around his waist to which he's affixed his ribbons for the night. He's wearing a pair of entirely not sensible heeled shoes that make his legs look great in the pair of tight white leggings he has under a sleeveless gold mini-skirt length sheath dress. He has flowers braided into his hair that glow with a subtle blue and gold alternating pattern and he's currently making a beeline directly for the first person he can find that isn't from Ohma. He hopes. Honestly, he'll take anyone because he needs four ribbons to get a damn prize and Taako?
Taako never loses a competition.]
You! Better get ready to lose a ribbon because Taako's come to collect!
❥ b. Food Critic
[And after terrorizing the ball with his insane need to win money, Taako's competitive streak ends and his critical one flares up as he starts perusing the food the robots have provided. Orange grapes and cotton-candy colored cuts of meat? Gods, it still looks raw even though he can see the steam lines rising from it. He grimaces as he takes a plate, selecting a few things that looked relatively safe. He has to give them a try after all - alien food and past experiences nonwithstanding. But after the first bite of a lavender colored chicken? He simply sets it down and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. He'd been hoping to get away with not needing to transmute every freaking morsel here, but apparently that's his lot in life now.
He glances over to whomever is closest to him and also getting food, and then he snaps his fingers over his plate. Familiar magic arcs off his fingertips to change the lavender meat into a golden brown, properly seasoned piece of chicken. It's not as good as from scratch, but he can't exactly go storming into a kitchen here either. After finishing the transmutation, he flicks his fingers toward the other person's plate with disdain.]
How they expect us to eat this without raising literal hell, I have no idea, but good luck with that.
❥ V. Wildcard
[Hit me up on plurk or PM if you want to do anything not listed here!]