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

[bad_crowmance]

They're all fun! [ Yes, all of them. ]

[unrepairable]

... ... all of them? Even the one that makes you do something you consider embarrassing?

[bad_crowmance]

That one's going to be hard, but it'll be fun figuring out what could actually embarrass me!

[unrepairable]

Ah..... [ great. ]

I can already tell you're going to be a pain to work with.

[bad_crowmance]

I happen to think I'm a pretty fun guy, actually!

[unrepairable]

Oh, yeah. I love being around self-proclaimed fun guys who may or may not have a personal sense of boundaries.

[ is it lying if it's sarcasm, does that count ]

[bad_crowmance]

Heeey, I've got plenty of respect for boundaries! Just not a whole lot in the way of personal shame.

[unrepairable]

In order to have a sense of boundaries you usually need to also have a sense of shame. Those things go hand-in-hand.

[ sigh, whatever. ] My name is Kashuu.

[bad_crowmance]

Pretty sure it has more to do with not being an asshole. I'm Crow, good to meet you.

[unrepairable]

There are plenty of men with good hearts but very poor sense of personal boundaries. I lived with many.

I also find it hard to believe that anyone can enjoy being embarrassed.

[bad_crowmance]

I couldn't tell you, honestly! I actually don't know what it's like to feel embarrassed.

[unrepairable]

....... at all? [ in a I DO NOT BELIEVE YOU TONE ]

Hold on, are you lying? Is that your fortune?

[bad_crowmance]

Nope! Although it's worth noting that I've got amnesia, so that affects things.