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

[cawnflict]

The thought of him washing that stuff out of his clothing is irresistable, though.

[ he's a little s ]

[desirestruth]

Can't you just pull on his hair?

['A little'?]

[cawnflict]

Why not both?

[desirestruth]

I don't think I have the experience to answer that.

[She's the m in her relationship, Ciabatta, pls no bully.]

[cawnflict]

[ ha ha ha ]

Not a bully, are you? That's probably a good thing.

[desirestruth]

More like, I'm the one being bullied, so I can't help but feel more sympathetic to that wolf.

[SHE SEES YOU, SIR.]

[cawnflict]

Don't underestimate him. He can be awful.

[desirestruth]

You seem to know him quite well.

[cawnflict]

Yeah, since childhood. [ he's being strangely honest. ] He shot me once.

[desirestruth]

Like, with a bow...?

[This sounds like flirting???]

[cawnflict]

No, he used a gun. But close enough.