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

[bad_crowmance]

I've noticed that.

[ A smile plays on his lips. He's still not sure what she would've been built for.... and he still hasn't ruled out SexBot, but why would a SexBot be as smart as she does? Especially with the kind of limitations she's talking about.

Nah, it wouldn't make sense. ]

Well, good luck with getting your pods back anyway.

[voreaciously]

Thank you.

[She really needs them back, they were not originally hers to begin with. It feels like she is letting 9S and 2B down, then again, perhaps they are back with them.]

I can only have so many weapons on my person at a time, it is terribly annoying.

[she looks at him, or rather, at his side where he just cAN PULL HIS GUNS OUT OF NOTHING. What EVEN IS THAT.]

So unfair. [She says mostly to herself.]

Ah, yes, I do not mind it, but if you wished for me to tidy you up and keep you so for a time, I can do that.

[bad_crowmance]

[ He gives her a thumbs-up. ]

Actually yeah, if you don't mind?

[ Certain jackals don't need to be able to smell anything anyway--- ]

[voreaciously]

I do not. You will be able to breathe.

[She looks in his direction and raises a hand and water surrounds him, churning gently, for a few moments before it lifts away entirely, like he was never wet, and any mess and sediment is gone.

There is something else.]

The sand will not stick to you. Even if you decide to roll around in it.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Being surrounded by water but still able to breath is... odd, to say the least. But she's done this before, if for a different reason, and it doesn't take too long. So it's easy enough to endure, and worth it when he's completely cleaned off. It's honestly much more convenient than a shower.

He gives her a sidelong glance at that last bit she mentions, though. ]

No shit? [ He runs his hand along the sand. ] How long will that last?

[voreaciously]

[The sand does not stick even remotely! It still feels normal it just doesn't want to stick to him, like he has cooties.]

Four hours. I added it as an afterthought and without incantation so I did not make it too strong.

[bad_crowmance]

[ That's so cool, and he watches as he runs his hand along the sand a few more times in fascination before he looks back up at her. ]

That's a handy trick.

[ Was she planning on more sex? Because the thought's definitely become tempting now that sand won't get stuck Literally Everywhere on him.

No. No, there is a trial going on and he is going to behave. Unfortunately. ]

[voreaciously]

[Crow, behave.]

It is when you need to be presentable in short time.

[Goodness knows how many times she's used it when she's gotten lost in work for hours and hours, covered in entrails and smelling of death and chemicals.

She has tact enough not to mention that.

Instead, she flips over and rests her head in her hands. Which means sure is a lot of cleavage. They will have to back inside for some of these, but her lips twitch, feeling a rare and childish defiance. She doesn't want to. But then reason returns to mollify her: the sooner she can finish the sooner she can be on the beach.]

Wed, bed, behead?

[bad_crowmance]

[ He's behaving, even if he'd really rather not. He shifts position as well, all the better to admire her cleavage look at her as they talk.

His lips quirk into another grin. ]

I'm up for a couple rounds. You wanna pick out some people first or should I?

[voreaciously]

[If she notices him staring she does not say anything.]

You may.

[Can she like, even name three people? We'll see.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow is under no delusions that she doesn't notice, but if she's not going to complain-- well, he has zero motivation to stop staring. ]

Alright-- Naeva, Finn, aaaaaand..... [ He considers for a moment. ] Elaine!

[voreaciously]

Behead Miss Felkin. [There is no anger or agitation in her voice, but she answers with swift decisiveness.]

I suppose wed Miss Naeva and bed Mister Finn.

[bad_crowmance]

Whoa, no hesitation! What, you two don't get along or something?

[ He shrugs and shakes his head, clearly amused. ]

Not bad choices overall, though.

[voreaciously]

[Elaine can eat her entire ass.

That's about where she is even if she knows that's not entirely true all the time and it's more complicated than that.]

That would imply either of us cares enough about the other or there to be friction. That is not the case.

[If she says it enough she will believe it.]

Besides, she could survive being decapitated. [A beat, entirely unconcerned.]

Probably.

[bad_crowmance]

You know, beheading's usually fatal.

[ Usually. He still sounds amused, though. ]

Well, either way it's none of my business.

[voreaciously]

Yes. It usually is.

[Her tone is light, casual. Oh yes, she knows.

But she thinks, for a moment, of Randy's head being cut off his shoulders, his body thudding, falling like a sack of potatoes--]

What have you been staring at?

[She looks down.]

Is there something on me?

[bad_crowmance]

[ He glances up to look at her face properly. ]

Nope~! I was just admiring the view.

[voreaciously]

You...were staring at my breasts?

[She doesn't sound mad she is just like


but why.

oh right he's a tits man]

Do you really like them that much.

[bad_crowmance]

What can I say? You've got a really nice chest.

[ He shrugs briefly before putting his hands behind his head. ]

Buuuuut if it really bothers you, I'll stop.

[voreaciously]

I do not mind it. I never said that.

[Her face is pink beneath the blindfold as she replies with shy uncertainty. She does not THINK it is a nice chest. It is far too big, but you know, whatever.

She clears her throat delicately behind a hand.]

Very well. I am not certain who all you know, however, you are rather friendly. Perhaps...Miss Eliza, Miss Felkin, and Lord Albarea.

[Does Crow even swing that way? She wonders belatedly. Most everyone she's known for a while has been bi or pan af]

[bad_crowmance]

[ He considers that for a moment. ]

Which Albarea? There's two of them.

[voreaciously]

[She considers this for a moment and holds her index finger and thumb up in front of her. In the space between ice crystallises into being. On one side, Rufus. She turns the other side: Jusis.

She flips it and lets it hit the sand.]

His Lordship the elder.

[bad_crowmance]

[ He watches with some fascination as the ice falls to the sand, revealing her choice. ]

Alright!

[ He nods, his decision already firmly in place. ]

In that case, I'd go with bedding Rufus, wedding Eliza, and beheading Elaine.

[voreaciously]

[Hm, but he's banging her teammate and she wonders if she should say anything, like, Rufus did not seem to have any compunctions but that was only to a few people who might have otherwise known or discovered.

She will keep mum, for now.]

Miss Eliza does seem as though she would make a good wife.

[bad_crowmance]

[ He's not seriously interested in Rufus that way, there's no point in bringing it up anyhow. But Rufus is hot and this decision was a very shallow one. ]

Yeah, she's got a very pleasant personality and she seems like a hard worker.