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

Comments

[nihilmancy]

[Reaches down... and pats her head.]

[desirestruth]

[So, first, despite jackals not usually being soft, petting naeva is like petting a goddamn cloud. Holy shit. She's so soft.

Second, she sort of froze up and made a confused yipping sound.]

[nihilmancy]

[Straightening up, acting like nothing happened.]

Ah, b-by any chance, did your group wind up with the crime boss murder story with the love affair?

[desirestruth]

Yes...?

[She's very confused and flustered and it shows even her voice. Why do all these people she's not related or married to keep petting her?!]

[nihilmancy]

Tell me about it. I will not be happy if you have tainted my artistic vision.

[desirestruth]

...Well, we did our best, anyway.

[She uses her paw to point people out, as she explains.]

That one killed the boss, Miss Elaine, in order to try and free the heir, Mr--Ciabatta, I believe--from the life of crime, as they were having an affair. However, the heir was not willing to be moved, and so killed his lover, avenging his mother and taking his place as the new boss.

[She somehow makes it sound less ridiculous than the truth.]

[nihilmancy]

There was a kiss, right? Ah, but it's a shame there wasn't a drowning.

[desirestruth]

There was definitely a kiss. [A pause.]

Well, Miss Elaine fell into the river after she was killed?

[nihilmancy]

[She nods.]

Okay. You pass. I hope it was at least suitably tragic.