The Thirteenth Trial

[catcophonous]

Who: trialgoers
When: Day 27 all day
Where: The Cat's Zone

[Once again the Trial time has come. Just like the Eleventh, it's the Cat's bar that's appeared in the clearing, and just like then, he's not here for formalities.]

Can you believe you've been dumped on me again already? Lame, I know. But come on in and let's get going.

[But he's not the only voice! The booming, cheerful tone of the Hermit can be heard as well.]

Right, right, come along! This one should be fun for you and us.

[Once you enter the bar, you'll find... it's just a bar. In fact, you are free to come and go from it. The inside, though, has been dolled up -- there are swaths of colourful fabric above the windows, jingly dangly crystal decorations hanging down over tables, and patterned tablecloths. It's the kind of cheesy fortuneteller decor you've seen in the Hermit's tent before!

Otherwise, though, there's nothing strange. There are plenty of tables and an open dancefloor. The cabinets behind the bar are sturdily locked, but there are pitchers of non-alcoholic punch on every table, and on the bar is a jar of paper slips and a laminated instructions sheet.

The name of this game is: Fortune and Lies.]

RULES ☆ TURN-IN ☆ WINNERS & ENDGAME

Comments

[voreaciously]

Very well.

[unrepairable]

... you seem determined.

[voreaciously]

I always aim to win.

[She bows politely.]

I am 80H. I take it you have not been here very long.

[unrepairable]

[ -- oh. returns the bow! ]

80H... san? It's a pleasure to meet you. ... you can call me "Kashuu".

Winning is certainly nice... though I'm still not sure I quite understand the point.

[voreaciously]

"Kashuu"...?

[wait hold the phone. that isn't a common name, really, and she is curious.]

It is not written like the sword, is it?

[unrepairable]

[ WHY ARE THERE SO MANY NERDS HERE ]

... it is. It was given to me as a nickname.

[voreaciously]

Oh! I see. A good choice. It is a very fine and celebrated sword. Ah, but perhaps you already knew that? My apologies.

[unrepairable]

[ ... a very fine and celebrated sword. ]

No, uh... I had no idea actually.

Where does "80H" come from? If you don't mind me asking.

[voreaciously]

Oh! Very well, then. It belonged to a celebrated man in history--oh, 80H?

It is because I am YoRHa Unit number Eighty type H, thus 80H.

[bad_crowmance]

Wanna try and see who can win the most points?

[voreaciously]

[If she is being realistic, it will likely be him, but she is not about to go down without a fight.]

Naturally, though you may have a distinct advantage with your charming personality.

[bad_crowmance]

Yeah but I'll be stuck if I get the blue fortune, so you've got that on your side.

[voreaciously]

Because nothing does, or something does and you truly do not wish to do it?

[bad_crowmance]

I honestly can't think of anything embarrassing.

[voreaciously]

No, of course not.

[Her tone is perfectly polite, but there is a subtle, very subtle undertone of rolling her eyes even if it is unseen. You can hear it in her voice.]

[bad_crowmance]

Who would have thought that would ever be a problem?

[malignstar]

[ Has woof tail because of course he does ]

We can have fun with this one.

[voreaciously]

[she pats him on the head.]

I suppose.

[malignstar]

[ More wagging ]

How'd you know I liked that?

[voreaciously]

It was obvious.

[malignstar]

Obvious?

[voreaciously]

Well, you are part wolf now, especially in this moment, no?

[malignstar]

Just the tail in this moment.

[unaffective]

[ looks at her for a little bit

looks at everyone else

looks back at her

well, ]

Well, then. If you don't mind it, I suppose...

[voreaciously]

I am not the one who minds it.

[Anything to win.]

If you do, Miss Felkin, you are free to make that known.