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auroraexpress2019-08-13 10:48 pm
catcophonous) wrote in auroraexpress2019-08-13 10:48 pm
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The Seventeeth Trial
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
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:
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
no subject
[he has ZERO self-consciousness about this]
[wags his fingers at her though, a little playfully]
But it's your choice. You can take the dare or the kiss; either-or.
no subject
[be the BEST KISSER YOU CAN BE
but her playful mood comes to an end when he reminds her of the dare.]
Very well.
[she walks toward the stage primly but there is something sombre about her gait, like she's walking to the gallows.
She starts to sing in the microphone but it's very, very quiet. It is Habanera from Carmen, but it is nearly impossible to tell. Her voice is scratchy and off. Once, once, there's a moment, a set of notes that ring clear and it is a tremendously beautiful sound, brilliant, like lightning arcing across the night sky, strong and effortlessly worthy of attention, but it is gone just as quick and she is back to quiet, awful murmuring until the song is complete.]
no subject
[his hands dip into his pockets when she takes the stage, mouth curving into a sheepish smile, and-- you know, he isn't going to call her out on being super quiet and nervous, because she did tell him that her singing wasn't that great. and for a moment? it seems like she's telling the truth]
[until those few notes echo through the microphone, clear and bright as day, and he can't help the way his expression slackens in surprise]
Ah--?
[and that's the expression he wears until she finishes, mouth slightly parted in confusion and a little bit of awe. WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT NOT BEING ABLE TO SING. . .]
no subject
Kiss or dare, Spark-han?
no subject
[. . .]
Dare.
no subject
no subject
All right.
[and then, immediately, with little shame]
I think you're cute. Does that count?
no subject
no subject
[holds up two fingers, as though for emphasis]
The standard you gave me was subjective. People I think or attractive. Ergo, my opinion is the one that matters.
[. . . except now he has to find two other people. . . Noon, probably. Crow?? Crow's cute. Faito??? she's cute, too]
no subject
Very well, then. I concede the point. Proceed.
no subject
Proceeding. One moment—
[brb chasing down like. . . Noon and Crow, probably]
no subject
no subject
[gets distracted by a striptease dare]
[i'm sorry]