The Seventeeth Trial

[catcophonous]

Who: trialgoers
When: Day 39, evening
Where: The Cat's Zone

[Have you enjoyed your day playing in your new train cars? Great! Because now it's Trial Time.

With the usual alert, the Cat's bar appears in the clearing. There's no "come hither" -- instead, just the pounding of bass from the speakers as the door cracks open. Inside there's flashing party lights, upbeat club music, and high-top tables surrounding a wide dance floor. The stage in the corner is empty except for a single microphone.

At the bar you can get free drinks, but you'll have to contend with the bartender -- a black cat curled up on the shelf between the bottles.

On the bar, and on every table, is a sign showing the rules of this game, titled:

Kiss or Dare

If you want to dress up for the club, or want costumes for daring purposes, there's a dressing room behind the stage with a magic closet. You'll find whatever you like in it, but when the trial ends you can only take home what you're wearing!

Good luck!]

RULES | TURN-IN | THE CAT / DISQUALIFICATION

Comments

[awakenerd]

[He comes out in something like this and just. Stops and watches that, clapping at the end. He's a little red from the show but smiling.]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[He is very red after the show. Crow was merciless.]

[Looking over Rean now that he's changed and is he getting redder? WHO CAN SAY, he's kind of a tomato.]

And you doubted yourself.

[awakenerd]

I just went with my personal sense of style, glad it's not outdated.

Didn't expect that show though, and to think I almost missed it.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Crow just went for broke right away.

What I get for being nice the first round. [He sighs.]

I'll choose dare though.

[awakenerd]

Yeah that's Crow. Hm... all right.

Dare you to a dance.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Can certainly do that. At least I'm a little more aware of what I'm doing.

[Offering a hand to Rean.]

[awakenerd]

[Taking it.]

You get to keep your clothes on for this one.

[Time to take him to the danxe floor.]

[schrodingerscockroach]

Always a plus.

[Off to the dance floor. Other hand moves to his waist and pulls him close to dance.]

[awakenerd]

[Settling his hand on Dusk's hip and enjoying the excuse to dance.]

A plus for you, but I can't say the view was bad.

[Scarred but still.]

[schrodingerscockroach]

I'd just prefer to give a more private show next time.

[awakenerd]

You're flirting shameleasly again.

[schrodingerscockroach]

I may still be mindfucked.

But it's helping with the fact I stripped in front of people if I just focus on the fact I think they're attractive.

[awakenerd]

Is that the trick? Honestly I'm impressed, it takes a lot of confidence to do that. Even when you were beet red it was pretty cool.

[schrodingerscockroach]

It also helps that I'm more used to changing in front of people. Military life and all.

Mostly it's a lot of compartmentalization to get through it and refusal to say pass on the first turn.

[awakenerd]

Hey, I'm admirimg the stubbornness, and it got me a nice show too.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Well, certainly feels more worth it then. [Winks.]

[awakenerd]

You really are bold. It's charming.

[He's flustered but he's starting to get used to all the flirting a little. But the dancing closely is also distracting.]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Shrugs.] I'm comfortable around you.

[And now have a dip Rean. Because everyone deserves to be dipped in a dance.]

[awakenerd]

[He doesn't yelp but he does make a surprised noise that turns into a delighted laugh, holding onto Dusk's shoulders.]

Smooth. You're getting more dangerous.

[schrodingerscockroach]

You know, people keeping saying that.

[Lifts him back up.] I might have to follow through on it one day.

[awakenerd]

[Rean decides not to let go of his shoulders. Because.]

Yeah? Now you're just teasing.

[schrodingerscockroach]

A bit. You are waiting until I'm supposedly back to normal to take my advances seriously, after all.

But its fun to tease you.

[awakenerd]

[Huffs, gently smacking Dusk's shoulder.]

It's your turn.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[He laughs and grins. He eyes Rean over a few moments, thumb moving to rest on his chin with a thoughtful look.]

I dare you to....

Tell me your ideal date.

[awakenerd]

...My... ideal date?

[Come to think of it does he have such a thing. ]