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

[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.

[voreaciously]

I will reinforce them.

[you're not getting out of this.]

[schrodingerscockroach]

You're gonna have to.

[And you know what you get.]

[You get a romantic dip so HA.]

[voreaciously]

[the moment she feels him start to dip she arches her back slightly to make the motion smoother]

[schrodingerscockroach]

But I can definitely do that.

[And straightening up again.] At least sizes seem to just kind of exist.

[voreaciously]

It seems anything that we require is present so you should not have any issue. In fact, reinforcement may not be necessary if there are shoes that can support a man's weight.

[of course, he weighs more than he looks, but she shouldn't know that even if she does]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Well, she does know his bones are made of heavy duty stuff. Not a hard conclusion.]

True. Why not magic shoes. I could be cinderella.

[voreaciously]

If you like, I am certain you could find some glass slippers.

[schrodingerscockroach]

God no, if they're not magic, I'd rather not stab my feet.

[voreaciously]

Magic glass slippers, naturally.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Yeah, but only way to test their magicness is to try and break them and then there's glass everywhere if not.

Also that just sounds really uncomfortable. I'd like to feel my toes by the end of the night.

[voreaciously]

I would not allow that to happen to you. Regardless, it is your decision.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Thanks.

[And since he's got a Dare.]

Though I gotta tell you, things might get weird. I did remember how I was cursed to live life after life after life reincarnated into different forms, gathering experience and skills until I became the Great Destroyer until I could find the perfect outfit that was befitting my original life that I can no longer remember. I've tried an assortment of different outfits, but it is possible because I ended up a man more often than not, I limited myself. It is princesses who often get cursed so there may be a sudden curse breaking and I will realize my potential as a great cosmic force of life.

[Said all with a completely and utterly straight face.]

[voreaciously]

[without missing a beat]

Well then, you had better get started.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[And their dance is probably coming to an end.]

Off to find my destiny as the cosmic force princess.

[And off to get dressed.]

[And comes back in a pink dress, heeled boots because at least more surface area for the heel, and bracelet with blue flowers on it.] Ta da.

[voreaciously]

Nicely done. May I take a picture?

[schrodingerscockroach]

If you want.

[Listen]

[He's hit fuck it since Crow made him do a strip tease at the start of the game, there are no fucks to give]

[voreaciously]

Please pose, Oh great cosmic force.

[she whips out her chain and will snap when he does]

Thank you.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Will pose. Pretty benign model pose because how do posing, but still going along with it.]

You're welcome.

[voreaciously]

It is your turn, I believe.

[schrodingerscockroach]

I dare you....to sing something on stage.

[voreaciously]

[She is silent for many moments.]

Very well.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Why does that get a pause.]

Okay.

[voreaciously]

[any trace of a playful mood is gone and as she walks toward the stage, 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.]