theianlogs | house #1008 (Open to anyone who lives there)

Who: Taako and Kara, and possibly the other people living in house #1008
When: Day one, after the "party."
Where: House #1008
What: Taako arrives home, and meets one of his new housemates! Neither of them are terribly impressed. (Others are welcome to join if you want!)
Warnings: Taako's mouth, and mentions of the mingle log "party," meaning blood and death will be discussed.

Taako hasn't been having the best time in Theia. Not that he really actively realizes that's even what this place is called just yet; he just knows that it's some strange kidnapping dimension where there are apparently also murderers, which has been a fun development for sure. The "party" was concerning, at best; the fact that they've apparently prepared him a "home" to live in here only compounds his wariness. He honestly expects it to be a trap, but he doesn't really have any choice but to follow the directions he's been given, and hope he can incinerate whatever it is that jumps out at him when he opens the door.

When he arrives at the described address, the house is surprisingly lacking in blood. That's cool, at least. It actually looks like a pretty decent building, though he seriously doubts it's as nice on the inside as his suite back on the moon.

Man. What he wouldn't give to be back on the moon right about now.

He sets his egg he received at the party in the basket he was given on arrival, propping the entire thing against his hip so that he can use his free hand to retrieve the Umbra Staff from its place hung at his back; he then takes several steps back from the door, and points the umbrella's tip at it. An invisible hand emerges from the tip, and slowly turns the knob and pushes the door open with a creak, Taako standing, defensively, at the ready.

Nothing terrible happens. Actually, nothing happens at all. The door swings open, and the house inside looks nice and well-lit.

Taako straightens with a cough, and glances around; no one saw that. Cool. He strolls on inside, swinging the staff up to rest against his shoulder casually, and closes the door behind him, locking it securely.

"... anybody home?" He calls once that much is done, realizing a bit late that he hasn't even checked to see if there was anything in the building with him before he locked it. He slips the lock open again, keeping a hand on the doorknob just in case.

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Taako raises his eyebrows at that, just slightly, and he quietly looks at her over his cupcake for a beat.

Huh. Funny, that.

He smiles, just a little, as he finishes it up, tossing the wrapper into the trash.

"Supergirl, huh? Hmm." He leans against the counter, propping his chin on his palm. "Cool. Hey, did you know that she's totally stuck here with us, too? Isn't that wild?"

Kara, at least, is prepared for this, and she nods. "I know, it's awful," she says. "I saw her at the party yesterday, for a second or two. She left pretty early."

With that, Kara busies herself with pouring some more batter into another cupcake tray, then pops it in the oven. The less eye contact she has to make while keeping up her secret identity, the better.

Taako stares hard at her the entire time she's talking, and even as she walks away, his eyes narrowing.

"... uh huh. You know, that's weird-- I got there pretty early, and I don't think I saw her around..." He sits up, tapping his lip idly with his finger as he watches her hurry around the kitchen to stress bake even harder. "So, hey, did you two come together or something? I'm pretty sure everybody else is here pretty much alone, like... they didn't come with anybody else from the same place."

Kara clears her throat, pushing her glasses up her nose. "I, um... no? I mean, she wasn't in the elevator with me," she says, after a moment, casting flighty glances around the oven. Cleaning! Cleaning is... something she could be doing!

She starts to, very normally, humanly-paced clean up the kitchen, taking out each cupcake from the pans and bringing them to the sink to wash.

"I guess it's nice to have a familiar face, but I worry about what National City is going to do without, um... without their hero, you know?" She runs the water, busying herself with filling the sink, then dries her wet hands on the red bottom half of her apron. She can't think about National City, not while she's here. Her first priority has to maintain calm for all the prisoners while she finds enough answers to piece together a rescue mission. She has to stick to the plan and not freak out. Oh Rao.

"... shit," he says, as though that reminds him of something incredibly important, because it super just has. He and his team were kind of doing a job back home, and a super important one, apparently, to boot. It's not like he's all that worried about saving the world in and of itself, and he's... pretty sure the other two can handle it, but what if they can't? What if he comes back to a fucking crater and all his nice stuff is gone?

His ears drop to his shoulders, nearly, an unusually genuine look of surprise and something that might be dread on his face. Maybe.

"... we should... probably start trying to figure out a way out of here, just saying."

Kara glances up at Taako just in time to catch his worried expression, the slump of his long and surprisingly expressive ears. She tilts her head, concern written on her face. "Not that you're wrong," she says because, for once, Taako is super right, "but can I ask what has you so glum all of a sudden?"

"Remember when I said I've saved the world before? Like, I wasn't fuckin' kidding, I literally saved the world. And I was headed out to do some more of that when this... whatever this place is dragged me into it."

He leans against the counter with a frown, working his fingers through the curls that fall nearest to his face.

"So, uh. That could be bad."

Kara follows suit, taking off her apron, her braid flopping thickly against her back. She folds her apron up, wringing it in her hands as she looks down.

"That really sucks," she says. "Um, on Earth, on my Earth, I write a lot about Supergirl, and, you know - she's the hero. But, I get the word out there, demand people respect her, you know? And um, once I found out about a missing girl and pursued the story, and Supergirl got wind of it and ended up going to a different planet to rescue a lot of humans who were being sold as slaves there. The missing girl was one of them."

She sighs, pushing her glasses up her nose. "I don't save the world or anything, but... I want to get back there, and I want to, um... to get Supergirl back there, if I can. So she can save the day, and the world, and." She huffs out a sad laugh. "Just everything."

He could call her out on the fact that he's about 99% sure that she and Supergirl are one and the same... but he lets it slide this time, given just how serious the conversation's gotten. He'll make up for it later, for sure, though.

"Well," he says, leaning against the counter with a sigh, "If I figure out how to get out of this place, you and-or Supergirl will be the first to know."

That's not the sort of thing Kara ever would have expected Taako to say, from what little she's interacted with him. She's so confused about him and by him. But, apparently he saves the world, whatever world that might be, just like she does. So, there has to be good in him. And he went with her to the manor! Sure, he didn't... help, or ask if she was okay, but... Well, some people just don't do that, she guesses.

It was kind of rude, but... fine. It's fine.

She smiles at him, genuinely, as she cleans up the last of the Cupcake Wars mess. "Well, that would be great. I'd really appreciate that, Taako."

She turns then, miscalculating her step, and slams her side into the sharp corner of the counter, hissing immediately, her hand going to her side. Most of her injuries from the Manor healed overnight, which already is longer than it ever takes. And it was terrifying to see giant blue bruises all along her jaw in the mirror. But her side is taking longer, the skin stitched back together already, but from her armpit to her hip is mottled bruises and a long, angry, red scar.

He's keenly aware of the fact that she didn't expect that comment; he figured she'd be surprised by it before he'd even spoken, honestly, given their history. So, before she turns away fully, he clarifies, "Look. If anybody's going to be able to get us back home, it's probably gonna be you or Supergirl, or maybe me, but, let's be honest here, it's probably gonna be one of you two. So I figure, hey, you're my best bet of getting out of here, right? We may as well work together."

-- and then she runs into the counter, and his immediate internal response is... well, a very mild form of concern, at least, until he realizes how over the top that reaction is, and the location of that injury.

Yeah. He called it.

Out loud, however, he just says, "Hey, uh, careful there, homie."

He doesn't understand the concept of a secret identity, but if that's how she wants to roll, he's not going to fuck that up for her. Not unless she gives him good reason, anyway, and so far, all she's done is try to make him be less of an asshole and bake cupcakes. Maybe she's okay.

Panic bells are going off in Kara's head the second she reacts to her injury around Taako. No one else would know that she's hurt there. If it were anyone else, she could laugh it off as clumsiness, but of course she has to run into something around Taako.

Granted, he's not... saying anything, pointing or going "Ah-ha!" or anything really. Kara meets his eyes, frowning in concern, her head tilted with curiosity.

Huh.

"Um... thanks," she says, straightening. Still, even if he's being surprisingly cool about it, she should probably head upstairs before he's given too long to ask questions. Besides, she has a supersuit to try and sew up. Winn's gonna kill her.

"Anyway, um. Help yourself to all the cupcakes you want. I'm going to go up to my room... Um. If you need me, just knock, I guess."

Well, this is awkward.

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