the tenth trial?

[hot_mess_express]

Who: everybody
When: Day 22, starting bright and early
Where: the jackal zone


[What was it...ah, yes. Come hither, Heroes, prove thy worth.

The familiar tremor of a trial comes with a voice that's probably familiar to a lot of train denizens. Entering the door to the trial reveals that somehow, yes, it is in fact Naeva who's done this.

The game room is a beautiful tea garden with elegant, victorian-style tea tables set out throughout. Naturally, the tables all have tea, a variety of snacks, and flower arrangements featuring the herbs from each team. The garden is also full of crystalline jonquil, though they can't seem to be picked up normally.

There are baskets set out for everyone who arrives, and a sign explaining the rules of the game. Across the top it reads Bonding Game.

Cardamom, you've made a huge mistake.]

Comments

[bad_crowmance]

But it's too funny~!

[voreaciously]

[hnnngLEELFNERRF]

I must apologise to you.

[bad_crowmance]

Apologize for what?

[voreaciously]

Is it not obvious? My shameful and salacious display of late! I am truly not so...aggressive.

[this is a lie but you know, she won't be around him that is the thing.]

[bad_crowmance]

That's too bad, it was really hot.

[voreaciously]

Pardon.

[bad_crowmance]

The aggressiveness? Yeah, that was definitely hot.

1/2

[voreaciously]

[

















are you fucking KIDDING HER RIGHT NOW? SHE'S BEEN TRYING SO HARD. SO DAMNED HARD NOT TO SLIP UP, NOT TO GO TOO FAR, NOT TO PUSH TOO MUCH, TO BE DOCILE BUT NOT BORING, DENYING HERSELF IN A THOUSAND DIFFERENT WAYS TO KEEP THIS THING THEY HAVE GOING SMOOTHLY AND HE TELLS HER THAT THAT WAS HOT.

THAT WAS HOT.

SHE'S

SHE'S SO!]

2/2

[voreaciously]

[on the surface she looks calm and ready but inside

mom's spaghetti]

I see. Duly noted.

[bad_crowmance]

[ HE NEVER TOLD HER SHE HAD TO BE DOCILE, THAT'S HER OWN STUPID FAULT. ]

Yep. So feel free to change your mind on that one any time.

[voreaciously]

[yeah, she's a fucking idiot. but then he wouldn't say something if she did it wrong probably. he'd just dump her. that's bad end.]

All this time...

[bad_crowmance]

[ She's not wrong, he'd just dump her if she did something wrong. But also, he wouldn't call it that because that's a loaded term. Makes it sound like they're dating. ]

Were you holding back on purpose?

[ He's trying not to laugh again and mostly succeeding, but the amusement is still evident in his voice. ]

[voreaciously]

[tbh she was thinking dump like trash anyway so it's fine.]

No. Because I am delicate.

[bad_crowmance]

[ She was absolutely doing it on purpose. ]

Right. Well, let's just get started on the trial.

[voreaciously]

Very well.

[muffled regrets in the distance]

1/3

[bad_crowmance]

I'd say we've already got "friendly conversation" covered, so next on the list---

[bad_crowmance]

[ He leans in suddenly and whispers into her ear. ]

You're a fantastic lay.

3/3

[bad_crowmance]

[ And then he pulls back away. ]

So that should take care of "compliments."

[voreaciously]

You are incorrigible.

[bad_crowmance]

I like to think it's part of my charm.

[voreaciously]

You would.

[not gonna admit that he's charming or anything of the sort.]

You are a capable fighter.

[won't cop to his sexy self either.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ It's okay, he already knows. ]

Thanks! I like to think so, too.

[voreaciously]

[she knows that he knows so...

hm.]

You have good taste in fashion, mostly.

[bad_crowmance]

I'll pretend I didn't hear that "mostly."

[ His taste in fashion is flawless, excuse you. Bandanna and all. ]

[voreaciously]

[wait until she sees his second game outfit she'll pitch a fit.]

Whatever you require to cope.