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

[nihilmancy]

[Hlasoh also didn't expect it to last quite so long, and she moans very softly before drawing away, flushed.]

O-Oh, um...

[voreaciously]

Yes? Is something the matter?

[nihilmancy]

Er, n-no, I, um-! That was rather nice...

I dare you to dress in a silly outfit.

[voreaciously]

Very well.

[She leaves and returns wearing

uh

this...?

Most of her hair is also slicked back and her bun is done tighter.]

[nihilmancy]

[Oh no she looks really good]

D-Does that really qualify as silly?

[voreaciously]

You left it open and I find it silly sometimes for women to dress as men as well as the reverse.

[she just happens to fucking rock this look.]

[nihilmancy]

I-I'll allow it, but, you actually look um, rather good.

[voreaciously]

It isn't...[no, just accept]

--thank you.

[nihilmancy]

Er, r-right. Um, go ahead.

[voreaciously]

I dare you to dress up in a ridiculously silly outfit, because I find myself curious as to your qualification.

[nihilmancy]

Very well.

[She emerges, her face shadowed and flushing from embarrassment, in a flying squirrel kigurumi.]

F-Far more ridiculous.

[voreaciously]

You look comfortable.

[nihilmancy]

Physically, yes.

[voreaciously]

I see. It is your turn.

[nihilmancy]

Hmm.

[Takes a shotglass, and mixes equal parts dark beer, milk, and lime juice.]

I dare you to drink this.

[voreaciously]

[She knocks the drink back

Elegantly.

how does one shotgun something elegantly idk but she manages it.

Once she's finished, 80H tilts her head and hums in a "not bad" sort of way.]

[nihilmancy]

[The milk and lime juice react to become thick and gloopy

it is a nightmare

there is darkness in Hlasoh's soul]

W-What?!

[voreaciously]

Pardon?

[is something the matter hlasoh?]

[nihilmancy]

I-Is it really-- drinkable?

[voreaciously]

[it'll congeal later then again, anything she eats is incinerated or filtered so it probably won't get that chance.]

Should it not be?

[nihilmancy]

I feel as though I am the target of some sort of ruse.

[voreaciously]

I would never.

[Said with a 110% straight face.]

[nihilmancy]

V-Very well. Do you have another dare?

[voreaciously]

I dare you to wear makeup to match your kigurumi.

[nihilmancy]

...Okay, fair after what I made you drink.