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]

Behead Rean because he'd never forgive me for beheading any of the others. Also he might not actually die?

Bed Crow.

And wed.... [Eliza is right out because Dusk is pretty sure he's got some Major Issues coming and he's not sure he wants to put Eliza through that. There's a very real risk of it being too similar to Randy to do anyone any good, so]

And wed you.

[voreaciously]

Why on this world would you choose me? I thought you liked yourself.

[she is baffled]

Especially when Miss Eliza exists.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Because I don't really see the things that are so terrible about you. At least nothing in a deal breaker sort of way.

On the 'reasons why to wed' side of things, you're both fairly even. You're both smart, composed, passionate about the things you study, both attractive, and very helpful, regardless of personal reasoning for helpfulness.

On the scale of 'should not marry,' I'm pretty sure I've done terrible things at some point and I trust in your ability to handle that better than Eliza.

[voreaciously]

[starts taking this hypothetical situation super seriously because we can't have this thinking]

Miss Eliza is very excitable. [not that that's a bad thing, she's very gregarious too]

[schrodingerscockroach]

And?

[voreaciously]

I am not certain I would call her composed.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Composed in a being together sort of sense. And her excitable isn't....overwhelming.

[voreaciously]

I see. I do not disagree in either case, at any rate.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Yeah.

Either way, you're still wed. I like being around you, think I would longterm, and hopefully I wouldn't make you utterly miserable.

[voreaciously]

Your taste leaves much to be desired, I am a miserable person so that is already against you. It is your turn.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Which means there's no where to go, but up.

I dare you to tell me your hobbies.

[voreaciously]

Sewing, weaving, knitting, crocheting, embroidering, cooking, cleaning, swimming, researching and studying, training, dollcrafting.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Nodding and making mental notes of all that. HA, finally, gift ideas GET.]

You're really good with your hands, huh?

[voreaciously]

I never said I was good at any of it.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Well, how are you at it?

[voreaciously]

Passable.

[you can practically hear the shrug in her tone. she doesn't think much of her skills]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[So probably good.] Considering the amount of fine work, passable is still pretty good.

[voreaciously]

No, it is not. [she sounds a touch annoyed]

Good is good. Passable is just that. It is not good to be complacent and satisfied with mediocrity.

[schrodingerscockroach]

For hobbies? It's all right to not be perfect. Part of the fun is getting better.

[voreaciously]

Anything worth doing is worth doing well.

[she did not mention some of her hobbies but it's whatever that should be enough]

[schrodingerscockroach]

And getting to well takes time. Everyone is bad at some point.

Have another dare for me?

[voreaciously]

Yes, my apologies. When we are finished, I dare you to put on a dress with matching heels and an accessory of your choice.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Oh my god, you are evil.

[Can....can he actually wear heels?]

[voreaciously]

The heels must be at least three and a half inches.

[evil continues]

[schrodingerscockroach]

They're going to break in like two minutes, I hope you realize.