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]

Feats of dumb acrobatics, singing, dancing, romancing, compliments, more fun facts I've learned, dare to kiss you anyway, put on more accessories, give you a piggy back ride.

[awakenerd]

...Okay all of that. Doing all of that.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Hopefully not all in one dare. I'd have to kiss you just to save time.

I dare you to join Crow and me in the dress brigade.

[Because why not.]

[awakenerd]

Not all at once. Any style I should go for?

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Considers.] Well, I am curious if your legs look as good as Crow's. [Flirting terror.]

[awakenerd]

... You're a menace...

[schrodingerscockroach]

I'm sure many others will appreciate the view too.

[awakenerd]

Well, I don't think I'll that great but as you wish.

[He'll head to get changed once again... into this.]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Looking him up and down.]

Yep. Great legs.

[awakenerd]

Hmph. It's my turn right? I dare you to carry me around the room.

[schrodingerscockroach]

As you wish.

[And Rean is getting scooped up in a princess carry to be ferried around the room.]

[awakenerd]

[He laughs, because despite the embarrassment it's a harmless good time. ]

Onward my loyal vassal.

[schrodingerscockroach]

So long as it pleases you, my lord. [All dramatic posh accent too.]

[awakenerd]

Actually how long can you keep this up before tiring out? Not that I'd ask you to keep it up, but what's your endurance?

[schrodingerscockroach]

My endurance was crazy before I was augemented, I was up almost three days for the siege before I had to sleep a few hours.

And you don't really feel like a lot. Like a couple of grapes.

[awakenerd]

...My ego is really not sure how to take that.

[schrodingerscockroach]

You do realize that power armor is like hundreds of pounds, right? A beam that blew up a building went off like fifteen feet in front of me and I was more or less fine. While the enemy that close died. That stuff is dense.