The Ninth Trial

[advisories]

Who: everyone
When: Day 18, starting just after dawn
Where: The Hermit's Tent, and all around

[This morning as the sun begins to pour through the train's windows, there's the tremor that signals a Trial.]

Come hither, Heroes. Prove thy worth. Or something like that!

[It's the same older man's voice from the sixth trial, and outside is the same fortune teller's stall. Today the front flap is lifted to show a normal interior -- there's a wooden table, carved with geometric patterns and painted in bright colours, lit by teal-coloured carved candles.

At the table sits a man of indeterminate age, somewhere between 30 and 60. He's wearing what appear to be monk's robes, teal with patterned trimming. In front of him is a crystal ball and a stack of bingo cards, along with a stand-up sign bearing the rules of this Trial.

Across the top in large font, it says:

Icebreaker Bingo

Good luck and have fun!]

Comments

[desirestruth]

Which is really the hard part, hmm....especially since practicing is largely going to be unforgiving, huh?

[bad_crowmance]

Probably! I... don't really remember when I learned it.

[ He just sort of. Remembers how to do it? ]

[desirestruth]

Well, at the rate these trials are happening, you may well soon. No point wondering until then, mm?

[And no point dwelling on the topic of amnesia, either.]

[bad_crowmance]

I'm not really worried about that. I'll remember when I remember!

[desirestruth]

Fair enough.

[She's looking down at her card, and considering.]

Well, it's your turn to pick again.

[bad_crowmance]

Let's talk about a dream and/or a goal!

[desirestruth]

I'm working on breaking a century-old curse, does that count as a goal?

[She already told Eliza the mushy one, she's not making the mistake of telling you!]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Wow rude, you can totally trust Crow with that??? ]

I'd say that counts as a goal! A pretty good one, too.

[desirestruth]

I like to think so, anyway. And what about you?

[bad_crowmance]

This one's probably obvious but "getting all my memories back".

[desirestruth]

Fair enough.

[She considers the card. He already avoided the trust fall, so to get bingo...]

...We're going to need to find a chair. I don't think I can reliably reach your shoulders otherwise.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Look, trust is hard and he doesn't wanna. ]

A chair? I'm not following.

[desirestruth]

Shoulder massage, Crow, it's the last square I need for a line.

[Pause.] Assuming diagonals count. I'll worry about that later.

[bad_crowmance]

You've already pretended to be an animal, huh? Gimme a sec, I'll go get a chair.

[desirestruth]

I am my favorite animal.

[That's probably cheating somehow. But, she'll stay put while he gets a chair.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He lets out a huff of laughter. ]

I should've guessed!

[ It doesn't take him long to locate a chair and bring it back over, though. ]

[desirestruth]

Jackals are the best. A fox is fine in a pinch.

[She says this with an air of sage authority.]

Hmm. Probably best you shrug the coat off...[She's clearly wondering if she can do this with his shirt still on.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He slips his coat off, resting it against the back of the chair. ]

Ready when you are!

[desirestruth]

Of course.

[Well, she's going for it. And, to be fair to her, she's actually pretty good at this--she knows a lot about the body and how to heal it, even if her usual advantages are gone. She can cheat how much blood flow he's getting to an area, helping to loosen things up, but that probably feels a little odd, as any use of her magic will. She pauses after a second and takes the gloves off, which means her hands are cold, as they always are. In this context, that might actually feel a little better on tense muscles.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ His muscles are very tense-- not as tense as they could be, he got a massage from 80H a few days ago, but still pretty fucking tense. He rarely relaxes, if ever, and it shows. There's knots already starting to reform carelessly, nasty and obvious.

Despite his attitude, his body betrays that he's not actually any good at relaxing. ]

You really know what you're doing, huh?

[desirestruth]

I am a healer, Crow. The more I know about how the body works, the better I am at my job.

[She grunts a little, puts more pressure into it...without her other magics to cheat this, she knows this is just going to be hard work to work these out, but she's stubborn and determined. ]

You're certainly making me work for it.

[bad_crowmance]

What can I say? I like making other people put in effort.

[desirestruth]

And never relaxed a day in your life, apparently.

[She mutters it, but it's hard to go unheard when you're this close to someone. She's honestly kind of baffled--nothing crow fronts would make her expect him to be this tense. Cagey, sure, but...]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He heard that but he's going to pretend he didn't! He doesn't want to sit here and try and justify himself-- that his fight-or-flight instincts are stuck on the "on" position and he can't even explain why, but he's constantly tense and alert and ready to act but he can't let anyone know that. He doesn't even realize he's doing it, not entirely. It's natural, it's instinct. It's every bit as much a part of him as remembering how to count cards even if he can't say where or how he learned.

Instead, he's going to roll his shoulders slightly and let out a small sigh as he lets her do her thing. ]

[desirestruth]

[She'd understand it better than he'd assume. But, she can't wrench anything out of him he doesn't want to share, and she isn't going to try, either. So there's just silence, for the next few minutes, while she wrestles these knots into submission.

She will, eventually, for the record. But you can't really rush something like this.]