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

[desirestruth]

[her ears just pinned back against her head but she's totally fine--]

What? There's nothing wrong with my face.

1/2

[bad_crowmance]

You're making a weird expression. It's something like....

[bad_crowmance]

[desirestruth]

Your face is going to stick like that.

[bad_crowmance]

I'm not worried about my face. Yours, on the other hand... I'm not sure you can afford it.

[desirestruth]

Fortunately for me, your opinion of my face isn't really even on my list of concerns.

[Shrugging a little.]

[bad_crowmance]

I know, the most important opinion is your boytoy's.

[desirestruth]

No, I've just made a point in life not to care about wrong opinions.

[bad_crowmance]

So you do care about my opinion! It's okay, I won't tell anyone.

[desirestruth]

Of course I do, we're friends.

[It starts.]

[bad_crowmance]

We're-- wait, when did that happen?

[desirestruth]

Somewhere around the time we had mostly positive interaction every day for the last two weeks?

[She laughs a little bit.] You're an incorrigible flirt and shameless tease, but that doesn't mean you're not a good man.

[It's kind of embarrassing to admit it, but she does mean it!]

[bad_crowmance]

[ HEY NAEVA



WHAT THE FUCK?! He's covering his face with one hand, anyway. ]

Hooooly hell, how can you say that with a straight face?

[desirestruth]

Honest living.

[She is a bit pink herself, to be honest, but his reaction makes her snicker.]

I never had a lot of friends. Appreciating the new ones I've made is important to me, no matter how ridiculous it sounds.

[bad_crowmance]

[ STOP. ] Are you supposed to be doing embarrassing shit? Is that what this is?

[desirestruth]

[BUUUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZ. She's kind of cackling at his reaction, though.]

Well, here's a secret: I meant every word.

[bad_crowmance]

Alright already! I get the point! [ SO STOP!?! ]

[desirestruth]

Kihihihihi--[Okay, okay, getting herself together.]

Sorry, sorry, I couldn't resist. [She's not even a little sorry.]

[bad_crowmance]

You are not sorry.

[ CALLING YOU OUT, NAEVA. ]

[desirestruth]

I am the very soul of remorse.

[SHE IS UNASHAMED.]

[bad_crowmance]

You're a brat.

[ He's reaching out to ruffle her hair. ]

But whatever, just don't do it again.

[desirestruth]

Hey! [Oh man, her hair's soft as shit! her ears are even softer. What the fuck, why is she so fluffy.]

I'm sure I can manage that.

[No she can't.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ ....Hmmm. What happens if he scratches behind a jackal ear? ]

Good, glad we've got that settled.

[desirestruth]

[She just sort of freezes. And...yips?

her pupils dialated. It looks ridiculous.]

Wh...what are you doing?

[bad_crowmance]

[ He pulls back his hand, grinning. ]

I was curious to see how you'd react!

[ IT'S HILARIOUS. ]