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[Even though he can't drink, Jack spends a lot of time in bars. He can usually get some batteries off of the bartenders, and he can watch people drink. It's creepy, sure, but he doesn't care. He doesn't have a mouth anymore, so yeah, he'll sit in bars and stare unblinking at random people who do have mouths and use them for all the normal mouth-related activities.]

[And sometimes it's worth it for other things. Rick hangs out in bars a lot. Sometimes other interesting people can be found in the local shitty watering holes. Plus, it was funny watching the really drunk assholes stumble around and make fools of themselves.]

[Of course, there was also the rarest of finds. Beautiful people that don't appear to be attached to anyone else. Usually Jack finds that in the underground fetish clubs - he knows the people there are there to bump uglies with some kind of monster. Normal bars? Not so much. Still. Jack finds himself noticing a particularly good looking guy at a regular bar. Like seriously good looking. Propaganda poster good looking. Hot damn.]

[Normal bar or not, robot or not, Jack's at least gonna send a drink over. Put out a feeler, so to speak. Just...not a literal one. Shit, if he'd known he'd be flirting, he'd have dressed a little snazzier than his Hyperion sweater and a leather jacket. Whatever. It's just a drink, he's just gonna send over a drink.]

[So he does. He parks his mostly metal ass on a bar stool a little ways down and sends over a drink. He watches for a reaction with his unmoving face, forever frozen in an amiable smirk. What's the worst that can happen? Dude takes offense at a robot hitting on him and causes a scene, Jack takes him out back and kills him. No big!]

[Honestly, Taako's coping with all this in his own way. On one hand, Lup is here and not dead and, okay, kind of a snake, but that's low on the freakout priorities list. On the other hand, he's magicless, down all of his resources, and also (in his opinion) gonna likely start becoming a snake too in t-minus a month. Frankly, not a fan of all that. He's spent his first week sticking close to his sister, feeling out the land, and finding out as much as he possibly can about this place. But it doesn't take long for him to become restless, nervous, and frankly a little pissed, so he decides to take a night out on his own. He doesn't know what he's looking for, what he's doing, or where he's going, but he figures he'll get as much mileage out of still looking like a normal ass person as he can.

He's got his head propped up at the bar, kind of pushing the ice around in whatever the hell he ordered- it was alright, though not as strong as he wanted for all the goddamn things he's feeling right now- when the bartender comes back over, sets another glass in front of him. As soon as Taako looks up to try and explain that if the barback is hitting on him that's not on his dime, when there's a pointed finger down the bar. His head tilts, eyes sliding over at the-- you know what, he's gonna go with man-- that brought this down to him. Taako raises an eyebrow, does a quick once-over.

Seeing as he's basically the last person who needs to be told that his face and some good eyelash fluttering can be exchanged for goods and services, he picks up the drink and takes a sip. This is stronger. Alright, he'll start with this. Even though he should probably be a little more wary- Lup did say there were monsters who wouldn't know he was off limits- Taako's not out here to feel like some waif that needs saving. He wants some agency, damnit. Let's do this shit.

So he relaxes his posture from where he's craned over the bar, rolling his shoulders back and rocking his hips to the side so his legs part a bit, and makes sure to meet the man's eyes again before looking down at the barstool next to him, and back.

Now let's see if he's bold enough to answer the call.]

[Well well well.]

[Jack would grin if his faceplate moved. But his brightly lit mismatched eyed flash brighter as he slides off his stool to strut down the bar. That is a very positive response. Things are looking up.]

[He takes the stool next to the ridiculously pretty guy and gives him an amiable nod. Flirting's kind of a bitch when you don't have any facial movements. But he makes his body language as obvious as possible. He leans on the bar, facing his possibly new friend for the night.]

Haven't seen you around here before.

[Jack's voice is perfectly normal, but his mouth doesn't move and his voice seems to be coming directly out of his throat.]

You slumming it, or just a newbie?

[Taako does a quick once over as he moves, an up and down to survey what he's dealing with here. Is he... a robot? Do robots count as monsters around here? He's been briefed on a couple of different types of monsters, but they're almost all things that weren't real or were just sidestepping an actual race. Robots, he's met. But this guy looks way more finessed, so there's something else going on here.

He feels a grin tug at his lips as Jack answers, and props his head up with his arm, elbow on the bar top and his hand on his chin. His hair shifts with him, left mostly loose and long, tied only at the bottom to keep the ends together. It lets the shorter bits fall around his face, the longer strands moving together like a wave.]

Can't be in fancy places all the time, my guy. You wanna know a place, you gotta get down into it. 'Sides, I met you, so I guess it's not a total wash.

[If he gets a good look at his face, he might notice that he likely looks familiar. Lup may be snake-ified now and her bone structure different to reflect that, but before all this, she and Taako were identical. It's not hard to miss the resemblance.]

What's your name?

Didn't really clear up the question, but whatever, guess it doesn't matter.

[The guy's gotta know how shit works around here either way. He does't want to hear any bitching about being taken advantage of later.]

[And while he does look familiar...Jack doesn't place it or make much of an effort to. He sees dozens of people a day, he's a busy guy, how's he gonna keep track? It'll come to him later. Probably.]

I'm Jack. Handsome Jack. Good to meet ya, gorgeous.

Ooh, handsome Jack, hm?

[He's grinning like the cat that got the cream already before this has even gotten into anything proper. He may not know the exact rules of this place, but he knows what being hit on is like. Unless this is some weird courting thing to agree to being eaten? He really hopes not. Taako kind of figures if he wanted to eat him he'd have done so already, and he's gonna bank this is an invitation for a different style of eating.

He lazily extends his free hand for a shake.]

Taako. Pleasure's all yours. And maybe mine a bit later.

[He breaks eye contact- or whatever counts as it- only for a moment to take a sip of that drink he so graciously provided.]

If you really wanna know what I'm up to around here, I'm just hangin'. Trying out a new place. Do you really want me to ask the come here often question, because that just feels corny at this point.

Nah, I mostly just wanna confirm whether you're a local or a newbie. Kinda hard to get a read on it, you're not weirded out by the robot thing, but you got that newbie vibe to ya anyway.

[Jack shrugs before shaking the offered hand, taking it with his left hand. The more organic of the two.]

Doesn't matter that much, I'm just not looking to play travel guide or info kiosk, I come to bars to get laid.

[And messed up off battery acid, but right now...he's looking to get laid. And he's not coy about what he's after, that's stupid. Why engage in some elaborate dance of flirtation when that's not what he's in the mood for.]

Long as we're clear on that...

[Jack tips his head amiably, a 'we're good to go' sort of gesture.]

[He chuckles, but not in a bad-natured way. He's upfront. Taako can get behind that. A man who knows what he wants isn't the best kind of guy- Taako prefers a guy who he gets to tell him what he wants- but so long as they're being upfront about it.]

Nah, nah, I've gotten the whole spiel. You're just not the first sentient robot I've seen like, ever. Spent a whole year around some really jenky ones. Trust me, you are a muuuuch better build.

[But he grins with a nod, poking a hand into his chest.]

Sooo, I think we got our priorities in order. But sell me on you, babe. One drink is a pretty cheap date. You wouldn't've come over if you didn't want something out of me anyway. So talk to me.

[Taako flips some hair over his shoulder and bats his eyelashes, just to make a point. What point it is, he doesn't know. He just wants to make sure he's not about to get eaten behind this establishment. Gonna have to be careful while he doesn't have his magic, though he does have a knife-- not that it's going to be useful against a fucking robot, but that doesn't matter. He can talk his way out of-- or into-- whatever he wants.]

Uh, yeah I'm the superior robot. Actually the technical term is Simulacrum, but...I hate that word. You know what it actually means? It means 'crappy replica'. It means 'shitty imitation'. It's not a nice word - I mean it's practically a slur! Robot just means mechanical dude, so...I stick with robot. I'm no replica of anything, I'm the original.

[Little particulars like that are important to Jack. There's a difference between choking and strangling, lying and laying, simulacrum and robot. Though he's really probably more like a cyborg, with still having a human brain and everything, but not everybody knows that one.]

[And that's not what's really on his mind right now, he's just making conversation.]

I dunno, I think I made it pretty clear what I'm interested in. You're the hottest thing in this bar next to me. I think me and you could have some naked messy fun.

[He leans forward, the lights in his eyes flickering and sparking.]

Ya know...parts of me vibrate.

[Taako listens intently to the actual discussion- semi-unlike him when it comes to caring, but he's still trying to make sure he isn't gonna get dragged out back and have his heart punched out of his chest. But he purses his lips and listens, arm crooked so he can drum his fingers on his lips. But the compliments do stroke his neglected ego, and he lets his mouth break into a toothy grin at those descriptions.

Alright, this place can stay.]

Parts, huh? Well what parts are we talking? I mean, no offence, but looks like your lips are out of the picture, so...

[He leans forward, taking his hand from his mouth to drag his fingertips down Jack's chest.]

I'm lookin' for my options here. But you look like a man who has ideas. Or you just really think I'm gorgeous, which I mean, tell me more about that babe.

Fun parts. But yeah, no, I can't really do anything with my mouth. Which sucks - only it...doesn't anymore. Everything else works, though.

[And pretty damn well, in Jack's opinion. If nothing else, he's not lying about the vibrating. His fingers alone can do all kind of neat stuff, but not much of it applicable in the bedroom. Unless his partner's got some specific tastes.]

[Which is fine by him!]

Oh come on, like you need to be told how good looking you are. But trust me, I'm a creative guy. I like having fun. And I may be a friggin robot and shit, but it's not like I've been one long. Few months tops. Plenty of human urges and shit here.

[He laughs at the joke, taking another gulp of the drink in front of him. It feels like a long time since he went out to get picked up, but that was more world-ending circumstance. This could be fun. Really fun. He sounds like he's up for an adventure, and this can be a fantastic way to not be so wrapped up in his future. Also, like, why the fuck not.]

Listen, if you had told me you'd been programmed to fuck or whatever, I still would'a taken it. That's hilarious. Trust me, the mechanical thing is not a turn-off, my man.

[He leans fully into Jack's space, pressing a hand to his chest. If he had a face, this is the point he'd have made out with him. As it stands, he'll just have to make it apparent.]

You'll just have to find something else for me to do with my mouth, huh?

Oh come on, trust me, there is no fun in some mindless sexbot. Up here...

[He taps his temple.]

All human, sweetheart.

[As far as he knows. And...huh, the way Taako's moving in on him, getting in his space...it's familiar. But he pushes that away, because he's way more concerned about getting in the pretty guy's pants. And it's very clear he's into it, there's no doubt there.]

[Taako can likely feel, through Jack's thin sweater, that a large portion of his chest on the right is solid metal shaped in the form of human musculature.]

Oh like I'm lacking for ideas there. Hey you...like to party?

[Again, metal under his fingers? Not a turn off. He's just a guy who likes some foreplay. But Jack's passed in not backing down or proving he's chicken, so he can work with this.]

Depends what it is, my man. Don't tend to go for the harder stuff. Magic tends to get screwy with all that.

[Which he doesn't... super have to worry about anymore, does he? Still, Taako does actually have some survival instinct, even if it only apparently kicks in when the task is 'do coke with a stranger in a world where everything can kill you'.]

But I mean, will not turn down being smoked out. We headin' out of here?

[He downs the rest of his drink for good measure. Man, he should've had more. Maybe he can get one to go.]

Well, I've got shit that only works for me, being a robot and all...but yeah, I got some smokables back at my place. Plenty of good booze too, and my roommate can't drink all of it!

[Jack didn't have time before he started botting out to discover Ryslig's harder drugs.]

And I mean...yeah, that's the end goal here. Going back to either my place or yours - I'm guessing mine - and getting busy.

[He figured that was obvious. He's out for a good time, and Taako...oh yeah, Taako's a good time. He can tell. Plus, he hasn't hooked up with another dude for a while. It'd be a nice change of pace.]

...Oh, yeah. Uh...look, you don't gotta worry about this getting all horror show on ya or anything. I've eaten for the week, my roomie's human. You wanna get kinky or anything, though... I'm listening.

Taako?
It's Elsa. Ah, the nymph one. Not the lich.
I know this may be a bit sudden, but I have a question.
An offer, really???

[That's probably for the best, considering what Jack could do with hard drugs. Or what Taako's assuming he could do. People can go nuts, for sure.]

Yep, yours is one hundo percent the objective here.

[He will not under any circumstances bring Jack to the friggin' farm, where his sister and all his family lives, to bone down. Not even if he was getting paid. He is gonna fire off a quick text to her, though, that he's not dead or something and staying somewhere else tonight, so she doesn't wonder why he's not home.

But the last comment does finally make him burst out laughing, taking his hand off Jack's chest to put it to his.]

Listen, my man, I appreciate the mention first off, because I am in fact not looking to get super eaten today. But second, if you're looking for full vore consequences, you're gonna have to call my sister. I know we've got a reputation but it can't be this soon.

Whoah, whoah, no, ew!

[If Jack could pull a face, he would. But his tone more than conveys his opinion on that.]

Okay first of all...nowhere near what I mean. At all. I don't even...no mouth, dude. I have no mouth. Not even an option if I was remotely interested, which again, I am not. Holy frick...

I just meant... I'm super strong and I've got crazy endurance and I can generate electricity and I got prehensile cord things that come outta my head... normal kinky shit, geeze!

[Wow. Who the hell goes right to freaking vore?]

theres a second one
how about that
anyway whattup buttercup

[get it, because, she's a nymph, and... yeah.]

Aha, funny.

But I just wanted to contact you because I was curious to see if you wanted a job.
I know you'll probably be spending a lot of time on the farm with Lup and Barry, but if you'd like to keep your culinary skills sharp, I'd be happy to offer you a spot at Hyacinth House.
I've been looking for more help for a while now, and you're the first person I thought I'd ask.

[It's almost funnier that he can't, the words of disgust coming out of a calmly smug plate making the giggles bubble up in his throat until he lets out a yelp of laughter. Oh, that was absolutely beautiful, and the grin he's giving makes it look like he might've planned the whole gag. You'll never know.]

Oh sorry, is my vore not good enough for you? Gosh.

[But he can't even get through that without another laugh, waving his hand as if to dismiss it.]

No, dude, that is not my jam, if you tried I'd toss you out a window. Though on the rest of it, endurance is a good mention, I'm not a one and done kinda guy. And uh, buried the lead there with-- cord things? Talk to me about that. You got head tentacles, my man?

[Jack may now be realizing why Taako needs something to do with his mouth, because otherwise he just keeps fucking talking.]

Uh, no vore is good vore, pretty boy.

[Just...nope. Monster fucking is one thing, Jack gets it! But that...that is a whole nother thing he's not going anywhere near.]

Oh, yeah, I guess you could call them tentacles. They're cords of wire, though. Two of'em.

[He taps one of the round ports at his temple to indicate where they were. This? This he's into. And more than happy to talk about. He also notes that Taako's drink is very down there, and signals for the bartender to bring him another. Just casually, look at how much attention he pays, look how in tune with your needs he is!]

I can grab stuff with'em and shit, plug'em in to juice up... they're pretty flexible. You into a little tie-up play....I got ya covered.

oh huh
thats your cafe right?
think i remember that from day 1
what sorta thing would you need?
i do still cook here but like
make me an offer ;)

A bit of everything, mainly, but knowing the history you and Lup have with food, I'd love some help back in the kitchen.
We mostly focus on pastries and other baked goods, but also small meals... Sandwiches and other normal cafe things, you know?

Since my staff have all disappeared over time here, I definitely need any help I can get, so roles will probably be shifted around on a day to day (or week to week) basis. Just so everyone gets the chance to do a bit of what they want.

Taako, are you up?

(To be fair, Lucretia does not give him a lot of time to respond to the message that she sends before she gets up from the loft and starts to trail down the stairs. Usually he is the one up in the middle of the night and not her. What a role reversal. She has no idea if he needs to meditate at all any more or if he's simply taken to sleeping, but either way she's in need of reassurance, which is why she reaches out. The luxury of being able to again is a little intoxicating. She can step down from the loft and along the rest of the house to get to his room and see him there, talk to him, whenever she likes. It's been a long time since she was able to indulge in that.

There is no strip of light underneath the door of his room. Lucretia places her palm gently against the wood, then opens the handle, poking her head around the door. She can't... quite see. That feels laughable, really. The addition of another set of eyes should only help her, but turns out neither pair can see in the dark, so. She just waits there, completely forgetful of her soft, golden glow, and waits to see if she can spot a bit of movement.)

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