The Sixth Trial

[hot_mess_express]

Who: unfortunate (?) souls
When: Day 15, afternoon
Where: some shady tent

Come hither, Heroes. Prove thy worth.

[Oh boy it's Trial time guys!!

That is to say there's the usual slight shake of the train, and outside a trial area appears! This time it's a highly decorated cloth tent, reminiscent of a fortune teller's stall, and the voice calling the heroes forth is a deep, aged and manly one. A warm light peeks out from behind the curtained entrance, welcoming you inside.

Those who go in, by their own will or compulsion, will find themselves in what seems to be a theatre lobby. There's a pretty, golden fountain with bench seating around it and lovely flickering oil lamps on the brocade walls.

For a little while, you're left to mingle.]

SIGNUPS ☆ PREGAME MINGLE ☆ RULES ☆ ROOMS ☆ WINNERS & ENDGAME

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WINNERS & ENDGAME

[hot_mess_express]

[The lights go out on your performance, and the voice rings out one more time:

And what a show! Disappointingly, you all did your best to help eachother. But I'll leave it to my colleagues to push you harder.

In the meantime, let's talk awards.

Group A, your theme was A Bloody Supernatural Horror! You pulled it off, although it was more funny than frightening...

Group B, your theme was A Romantic Fairytale Adventure! Your set-up was perfect, but you were a little slow to move...

Group C, your theme was An Action-Packed Crime Drama! And look at that acting! Are you sure you weren't a little too into it? Alas, I wouldn't call it "action packed".

And so, the award goes to... Group A!

With that, the curtains raise and the lights come on, illuminating the way out of the theatre and back to the train. But before you can leave, the losing groups will be showered in a cascade of pulverized fruit. It's sticky and stains your clothes, but at least it's not rotten!

Tonight, there'll be a new sprinkling of golden and apple green stars.]

[voreaciously]

[Yeah, that bites. Hard, and she is immediately creating a cascade of water to wash it all off before dispersing it. It was like she was never hit or even ever wet.

This blows.]

[bad_crowmance]

....Any chance you can hook me up with that trick?

[voreaciously]

You do not have to hold your breath.

[She raises a hand and streams of water coalesce into a sphere, cool, cleansing, and vigorous. It churns for a few moments before doing the same, breaking apart and dissipating in the air. At first, the air feels slightly heavy, but then it is as it was before and so is he, clean and refreshed.]

[nihilmancy]

[Is also covered in fruit juice.]

All of that foolishness and we still lost.

[voreaciously]

Yes.

[desirestruth]

[That is extremely convenient and naeva is staring at her with undisguised envy!

or would be, if she weren't still a small, sticky jackal.]

[voreaciously]

What is it?

[howlsitgoin]

[I'M SAD AND I DON'T KNOW WHY




also covered in fruit]

...My fur...

[cawnflict]

[ he's about to say a biting remark like "now you smell better" but he holds it back and just gently picks off a piece of an orange skin from a spot of fur. ]

[howlsitgoin]

[...Looks at him.

Just. Staring.]

...Hey.

[malignstar]

What happened to you?

Re: WINNERS & ENDGAME

[cawnflict]

[ well now he has fruit and fake blood mingling together all over him. why did he wear his real clothes and not a costume. ]

Tough crowd.

[desirestruth]

...I'm...sorry.

[cawnflict]

Don't be. It was a nice touch.

[bad_crowmance]

Tch. Everybody's a critic!

[ He looks down at his outfit and sighs. ]

I just bought this....

[desirestruth]

Hot water and some vigorous scrubbing, it shouldn't be any harder to remove than bloodstains.

[Hi, tiny fruit-covered jackal here.]

[bad_crowmance]

....Look, if I've ever washed bloodstains off of anything in my life let me just point out that I don't remember it? At all?

[ He rubs the back of his head. ]

I'll give it a try, though.

[nihilmancy]

[Walks over, sticky and embarrassed and sorta turned on, tugging his arm.]

...I sort of hate you but I also want to do several things to you. Help me resolve this contradiction.

[desirestruth]

[WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS I AM A SMALL DOG

yeah there's a fruit-stained jackal now. She is gekkering loudly. Why you do this.]

[nihilmancy]

[Staring.]

When did this get here?

Re: WINNERS & ENDGAME

[nihilmancy]

[Hlasoh looks awkward and mortified and sulky about losing after all this effort. She's embarrassed and covered in fruit stickyness, and that play was too damn horny.]

W-Well. That happened.

Re: WINNERS & ENDGAME

[newmodelblade]

[Just. Sighing and wiping the fruit sludge from at least his face.]

Everyone's a critic.

[desirestruth]

[SADLY YIPPING AT HIM.

...who brought a jackal?]

Re: WINNERS & ENDGAME

[nihilmancy]

Hmph. All that foolishness for nothing.