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

[schrodingerscockroach]

Cheeky.

Though I could also point out all I had to do was ask.

[Also cheeky.]

[survivaltricks]

[. . . hot damn]

[laughs, breathy and with amusement, able to recognize when he is beaten]

Touche. You got me there.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Chuckles.] Loopholes are important for points.

Another dare?

[survivaltricks]

[if he was wearing his glasses, he'd adjust them DANGEROUSLY to say, challenge accepted]

[he isn't wearing them, but he lifts a hand as though to do so anyway, dropping it back to his side when he realizes there is no eyewear to fiddle with]

Hit me with your best shot.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Noting that motion and tilts his head thoughtfully. He glances around and points.]

I dare you to read that bottle over there from here.

[Do you need glasses there, Twilight?]

[survivaltricks]

Hm? That bottle?

[and, with relative ease--]

Jack Daniels Old No. 7 Tennessee Sour Mash Whiskey.

[no problems at all, but he is eyeing Dusk like. . . what a weird dare]

[schrodingerscockroach]

Well, you're not nearsighted.

[Pulling out a tube of cyanish lipstick he's wearing because dares. Probably says something like midday ocean.]

I dare you to hold that close yo your face and read it.

[survivaltricks]

. . .

Are you testing my eyesight?

[takes the tube and peers at the label, reading same without any problems whatsoever]

[schrodingerscockroach]

Not farsighted them.

The way you moved. [Mimicks the gesture.] You were going to adjust something on your face.

[survivaltricks]

[oh! it clicks pretty quickly after that]

I was wearing glasses in those memories I got back.

There's nothing wrong with my eyesight, so maybe I just liked them as a fashion accessory.

[schrodingerscockroach]

....huh. Well, all right, just wanted to sure you didn't need them.

[survivaltricks]

You're such a mom.

[said with amusement]

[schrodingerscockroach]

Hey, very important you're able to see.

I'll take another dare.

[survivaltricks]

I dare you to not offer to do favors or helpful things for people for an entire thirty minutes.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Wow, I'm just feeling attacked now.

[survivaltricks]

[SOMEHOW he manages to keep his cheeky smile to himself as he gives Dusk a thumbs up]

[schrodingerscockroach]

Fine, fine, I won't offer. [Rolling his eyes.]

[survivaltricks]

[HUFFS A LAUGH]

You won't offer, you'll just do it? You're pretty good at these loopholes.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Well, I was special ops. I'd hope I was good at legal gray areas.

[survivaltricks]

You know "not offering" means not saying "let me help" as you go in to assist them, right?

It also means you can't give out advice.

Or say anything remotely helpful that indicates you do want to help them at all.

[schrodingerscockroach]

I was thinking more 'hey, I need to dance with someone for a dare' and whether or not I had to refuse.

[survivaltricks]

[. . . this is complicated. . .]

Can I revoke that dare and come up with a better one?

[schrodingerscockroach]

Dunno. Just stop adding qualifiers. I can avoid offering help. Saying yes to a request isn't an offer.

[survivaltricks]

[sticks his tongue out]

Whatever you say, Dusk-obaasan.

[what]

[schrodingerscockroach]

.....what does obaasan mean? I don't know that one.