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

[desirestruth]

I don't believe I've tried them...they're not common, where I come from, and I don't need to eat, asides.

[nihilmancy]

Ah, how do you subsist, then?

[desirestruth]

[oh here we go again. She hesitates for a moment, but...]

...Blood?

[nihilmancy]

[HOLY SHIT




















that's hot]

[desirestruth]

H...Hlasoh?

[hlasoh you useless bisexual get your shit together]

[nihilmancy]

...Ah, my blood probably wouldn't be very good to drink... the um. Curse and all.

[desirestruth]

I don't drink what isn't freely offered, anywa--curse?

[nihilmancy]

...It's a long story. But yes, I have a sort of curse, or at least that's a good shorthand for my condition, and while it would not be transferred by drinking my blood, you might feel a little strange, especially if you also absorb magical energy through the drinking.

[desirestruth]

Not really how it works, but in any case, I feel it would be a little inappropriate for me to drink from you.

[GIVEN YOU WERE LIKE. OBVIOUSLY INTO IT, GIRL.]

[nihilmancy]

I resent your spurious accusations, madame.

[desirestruth]

You are aware I can tell when your pulse races, yes?

[Well, technically she can't right now, but it's easy to tell.

...The thing is, thinking about blood like this is...mmmm.]

[nihilmancy]

[She looks away.]

F-Fine, be like that. I'm sorry I have too much discretion to discuss some of my preferences in public.

[desirestruth]

Mmm...it's a different reaction from the fear I usually get, I'll give you that.

But this conversation never happened, right?

[nihilmancy]

R-Right.

[desirestruth]

Who's turn is it? I seem to have forgotten what the last question was, in my old age.

[Okay, laying it on a bit thick, Naeva.]

[nihilmancy]

It's your turn.

[desirestruth]

What's your favorite subgenre of romance?

[nihilmancy]

The, um, the ones wear humans love something that is not human.