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]

I'm not attracted to everyone, you know.

[voreaciously]

[Yea, but you're easy and she's hot so what gives.]

It is a good thing we are not speaking of everyone then and only her. For the moment. She is very beautiful, fierce, kind enough, does not suffer honest fools gladly which could translate to, ah, other interesting proclivities, perhaps. And, again, beautiful.

[Like, all of her is beautiful but she is talking about the boobs.]

[bad_crowmance]

But she's a brat. I don't want to bang her, I want to shove her head into the water.

[voreaciously]

[

Ah.

She gets it, but she cannot point it out, he may have a conniption.]

Best of luck with that endeavour. Do let me know if you are successful.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Good call, 80H is a smart lady. ] Oh, I will~ ♪♫

[voreaciously]

I do not imagine Her Majesty will make it easy for you, however.

[bad_crowmance]

Anything worth doing is worth putting in the effort.

[voreaciously]

I am glad you are utilising this truth for a prank war with her. May your score gains only be outshone by those of character.

[Her tone, polite. Sarcasm, palpable.]

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow rolls his eyes. ]

Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. Anyway, I knew you had to have a list.

[voreaciously]

I only just made it so technically speaking, I did not until this moment. And to reiterate, mine did not have an ascending or descending order of individuals. Lord Albarea is almost unfairly beautiful though, you are correct.

[bad_crowmance]

I'm pretty sure Rufus has to be putting in effort to be that beautiful. Fortunately for him, it works.

[voreaciously]

He must. How does he get his hair twisted just so only relax in the position it does. I keep expecting that it might fall one way or another, especially with that confident stride but it does not. It does not and I do not understand this and I am student of engineering. I know physics.

[bad_crowmance]

Have you considered that his hair defies physics?

[voreaciously]

Yes. I am beginning to wonder if His Lordship does not have some Noble Beast blood in him.

[She wonders if he is not an angel, so full of golden bright splendour, but she hates that possibility actually, so we won't mention it.]

[bad_crowmance]

Noble... beast?

[ You've lost him, actually. ]

[voreaciously]

Noble beasts are very powerful creatures often with higher reasoning who have sired children with humans. Beings like dragons, mermaids, sylphs, fairies, and the like. Children that result from such unions are human but with strong characteristics from their Noble parent.

I mean to say that Lord Albarea may be supernaturally beautiful, decidedly outshining his peers.

[bad_crowmance]

Who knows? Anything's possible, right?

[voreaciously]

It very much is.

[...]

I have to wonder what other lists you have to share.

[bad_crowmance]

You could always ask!

[voreaciously]

[sigh]

What other top fives do you have, Crow-san.

[bad_crowmance]

Well, I already mentioned Top Five Prettiest is different from Top Five Hottest so obviously there's that one. There's also a list for people I wanna have sex with but haven't already... There's a couple of lists that have nothing to do with getting laid...

[voreaciously]

I am curious about the prettiest, especially with respect to overlap, let's begin there. But that certainly is...a number of lists.

[bad_crowmance]

I wouldn't really call myself a "list" person, but it comes to mind sometimes when I'm getting ready to sleep. Anyway, top five prettiest-- One, Rufus. Two, Eliza. Three, you. Four, Hlasoh. Five, Elaine.

[voreaciously]

[her face is deeply fucking crimson right now, don't mind it. she has mixed feelings. She doesn't think she's at all pretty, so third is fine, but she strives to be beautiful all the time in everything she does and, well, if you are gonna lose to someone who's first, lose to Rufus.

But also hnnngh is she mediocre?

She really does not know how to feel about it, but she doesn't look upset just embarrassed.

She thinks Elaine is much more beautiful, but also.

Suck it, Elaine!!!]

Quite a curated list. Lord Albarea needs to explanation, Miss Eliza has a dazzling personality that only highlights her features--[SKIPS OVER HER WHO'S NUMBER THREE]--Miss Hlasoh is lovely and has that intelligent, reserved charm. Miss Felkin is quite a beauty too. Sometimes your taste is fine.

[bad_crowmance]

My tastes are always great. Actually, if I had to be honest-- I'd say spots two and three are pretty interchangable. So it's more like one, two equals three, four, five. There's a lot of pretty stiff competition on the train, though.