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

[nihilmancy]

[Hlasoh, comes out wearing an off-the-shoulder dress. She flushes a bit at the prospect of the potential kisses, and the outfit she chose, but she chose to come here of her own volition, and after all, it's much better than the last game. She takes a deep breath to psych herself up, then nods.]

All right. Let's play.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Very cute.

Kiss or dare?

[nihilmancy]

T-Thank you.

Give me a dare.

[schrodingerscockroach]

I dare you....

To tell me three things you like.

[Also worth knowing what people like.]

[nihilmancy]

Theater. Red wine. Novels.

The same dare, if you please.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Cats, sweets, and weapons.

Are there movies in your world?

[nihilmancy]

I have never heard of "movies."

[schrodingerscockroach]

I think you're going to love them.

It's like being able to watch a play in your own home.

[nihilmancy]

...Odd. I know some magic can, ah, record and project images but to do so on a mass scale is-- quite strange.

[malignstar]

You look very nice today.

[nihilmancy]

Mm, thank you.

[malignstar]

[ In this number ]

So~ what are you in the mood for?

[nihilmancy]

I dare you to wear the most ridiculous thing you can find in that wardrobe.

[malignstar]

Oh, I'll find something supremely ridiculous!

[ Heads into closet and experiments with a few things until he comes up with this ]

This work?

[nihilmancy]

Pffhahaha, what even is that?

[malignstar]

My best guess? Some sort of extinct bird.

[nihilmancy]

How tragic. The last one died for your silly joke.

[voreaciously]

Very well then. You may go first if you wish.

[nihilmancy]

I dare you to do a dance.

[voreaciously]

[A pair of fans appear in her hands crafted of water and she starts to dance something that is clearly something traditional. She spins the fans in a nearly hypnotic fashion, hips swaying slightly to a beat she only hears. Every motion is smooth and fluid like the waves of the ocean.

It does not go on very long before she snaps her fans in front of her and bows]

[nihilmancy]

[Clapping politely.]

Oh, I shouldn't be surprised, but I wasn't expecting something so refined.

Do you enjoy dancing?

[voreaciously]

[she snaps a fan shut and taps it to her lips in consideration.]

I suppose so, yes.

[nihilmancy]

Hmm. Noted.

[Less of a tool for human use than previously stated?]

Your turn.

[voreaciously]

[STILL A TOOL OK WOW]

I dare you to play wed, bed and behead with the three people you find most attractive. [a beat] In the unlikely event that I happen to be included amongst that number, not including me.

[nihilmancy]

I'll, ah, take the kiss.