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

[bad_crowmance]

Yeah.... Some people are just like that, I guess.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Basically. Difference between academic intelligence and emotional intelligence.

Kiss or dare?

[bad_crowmance]

Pretty much. I'm going with another dare.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[....okay, but what if he keeps the sap troll train arolling.]

Now you have to tell someone three things you like about that them having nothing to do with sex.

[bad_crowmance]

[ WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS? ]

Maaan, are you trying to give me cavities or something?

[schrodingerscockroach]

Yep.

1/2

[bad_crowmance]

You're terrible! I hope you know that!

Done.

[bad_crowmance]

[ But he sighs, shaking his head. ]

But you're also pretty cool. You've got a good sense of humour, you're smart as hell, and you're easy to get along with.

[ YOU DIDN'T SAY IT COULDN'T BE YOU! ]

Re: Done.

[schrodingerscockroach]

I know. [Cheeky grin.]

[FAIR ENOUGH REALLY]

[Also blushing and laughing sheepishly.]

That does seem to be the case, huh?

[bad_crowmance]

It's definitely the case.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[He does not think about how much he seems to be fighting in later memories. Might just be tension!]

Fair, fair.

I'll take another dare.

[bad_crowmance]

[ MIGHT JUST BE! ]

Alright, I dare you to serenade someone. Other than me.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Awww, and I was thinking of a good one too.

[Hmmmm, considering those around them.]

[bad_crowmance]

I'm sure you were but I'm not gonna make it that easy on you.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[He's gonna murder Eliza with feelings at this rate.]

And done.

[bad_crowmance]

[ Crow lets out a low whistle. ]

Damn, that's a hell of a song choice!

[schrodingerscockroach]

Felt a little easier to pull off then some of the boyband stuff.

[bad_crowmance]

What's a boyband?

[schrodingerscockroach]

Band of cute boys who usually appeal to the teen girl demographic.

[bad_crowmance]

So probably not something I'd be interested in.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Well, I mean, it is 'nonthreatening sex appeal' so hard to call.

You could certainly fit in with a boyband.

[bad_crowmance]

I prefer my ladies a little more legal than "teenaged."

[schrodingerscockroach]

Fair, that.

Kiss or dare.

[bad_crowmance]

Heh! Dare again. As if there was any doubt.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Do a dramatic love confession to someone that's not me.