The Eighth Trial

[hot_mess_express]

Who: Heroes
When: Day 17, morning
Where: the party zone The Fairy Circle

Come hither, Heroes. Prove thy worth.

Just like always, the train shudders in response to some foreign power. You’ve been here before, haven’t you? You know what will happen when you venture out of the train and into the dark forest beyond in search of some old house, or a tower, or whatever fresh nonsense awaits you.

But there’s no inexplicable new castle or what-have-you. Instead the air outside the train is filled with glittering bubbles floating lazily above what appears to be a collection of large white mushrooms grown in a circle.

Obviously there is no door, and touching any of the bubbles will simply cause them to burst. Should you step into the circle, however….

Foolish heroes, destined to be swallowed by the encroaching malice… can your hearts truly withstand the nightmare that is reality?

Darkness overtakes you.


When you wake up the first thing you may notice is this game has a soundtrack. The music appears to have no discernible source and fills the entire room. ... and what a room it is.

It appears you’ve been transported to some kind of… children’s… birthday party?

At the far end of the room is a large table with a sign above it reading HAPPY BIRTHDAY. It’s a pretty impressive set up with a variety of goodies including noise makers, party hats, disposable plates and cups, and enough sugar to fuel a whole room full of grade schoolers

The biggest and arguably most important party refreshment sits right in the middle of the table, however; a giant bowl of fruit punch. Don’t worry children it’s non-alcoholic. It's also not suspicious at all.


For now, don't worry! Mingle! Eat food! Don't think about all the bad things going on right now!! And don't forget to read the rules near the punch bowl.

RULES ☆ EFFECTS ☆ Q&A ☆ TURN-IN ☆ WINNERS & ENDGAME

Comments

[voreaciously]

[



okay you know what since she knows the rules she is just.

she's already eating.

she's gonna need it because, god another one of THESE.]

[desirestruth]

...Miss?

[Are. Are you ok.]

[voreaciously]

[eating very primly and delicately]

I am a Miss, yes.

[are we playing alrea]

[desirestruth]

...Miss 80H.

[She is already busting out the "I am disappointed" tone so maybe.]

[voreaciously]

Yes.

[does she notice this tone does she not we just don't know]

[desirestruth]

...[Sighing.]

Do you not wish to participate in the game?

[Because she can go harrass someone else.]

[voreaciously]

[She swallows politely, her tone of voice the same, but there are threads of iron. Seriousness.]

It is a trial. I will do my utmost to win it.

[desirestruth]

Then it is your turn to ask a question.

['Win'. How do you 'win' this kind of game?

If she knew 80H better, she'd be worried about her ideas on that. But she doesn't, so RIP.]

[voreaciously]

What is your favourite food?

[desirestruth]

I do not need to eat, and don't often do so... [She pauses.] But I am fond of anything sweet, regardless.

[voreaciously]

Your turn, then.

[desirestruth]

What is your favorite food?

[You seem like a madam who enjoys food.]

[voreaciously]

[fuck this was a bad idea--

she finishes eating and does not refresh her servings.]

It is difficult to have a favourite.

[bowtiedbones]

Is the food safe?

[more importantly:]

Are the marshmallow kebabs safe??

[voreaciously]

[eating one of the kebabs tbh. they glittery af]

I do not feel ill or otherwise compromised at this time. Good day, Miss Eliza.

[resumes eating.]

[bowtiedbones]

Great to know! And hi!

[getting a kebab for herself, heck yeah glitter rainbow marshmallows]

[voreaciously]

Did you wish to play?

[bowtiedbones]

I do! I like these kinds of icebreakers.

[voreaciously]

[


oh right eliza is like a normal social person

fuck]

You may begin, then.

[bowtiedbones]

Alright! What’s your favorite food?

[voreaciously]

I do not have a singular favourite.

[bowtiedbones]

Then a favorite is fine. Favorite for dinner, favorite at McDonald's, whatever.

[voreaciously]

If you wish the answer to that, then I will ask you two questions in succession before we may proceed as usual.

[bowtiedbones]

I don't mind getting asked twice, but it's not a double question that I'm asking. "None" is a cop-out answer.

[voreaciously]

I have no issue with that. An answer is an answer.