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]

[Shakes his head.] That's the naively part. He rolls well when he realizes the world is cruel. I'd be a lot more worried otherwise, have a nasty war back home.

....you know, for someone who claims to be terrible, 80H ends up being liked a lot.

[malignstar]

She gives me no reason to think she's terrible. I don't really care what happened before she came here.

[schrodingerscockroach]

So only blaming herself for her past, huh?

[malignstar]

That's my best guess. I haven't really dug into it.

[schrodingerscockroach]

I coukd see it. A bit of a headcase. That sort of thing takes time.

[Still one of his favorite people.]

[malignstar]

I think I need to work on my social link with her too first.

I dare you to tell me the person here that you find the most difficult to understand.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Midnight. [Immediate.]

I dare you to dance on the bar.

[malignstar]

Oh now we're getting saucy~. Whatever you say man.

[ Hops onto the bar and starts swaying his hips in a pretty sultry manner, possibly making his shirt ride up some, as he holds his hands slightly above his head. Someone seems like he knows the club scene, which may be odd considering him only being in his late teens ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[....someone been sneaking into clubs maybe.]

[He'll wolf whistle in encouragement though.]

[malignstar]

[ Slides back down ]

Be careful with that or I might take you seriously~.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Who said I wasn't serious.

[malignstar]

[ Snickers ]

What happened to all that fawning over Rean?

[schrodingerscockroach]

If Rean can fawn over multiple people, don't see why I can't.

[malignstar]

Oh I get it, you got your eyes on a player.

[schrodingerscockroach]

I can't help he's stupidly charming.

[malignstar]

I'm not judging.

[ He has an absolute terrible taste in partners, not that he remembers ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

But that means I'm fine to play too.

[malignstar]

[ Long, elaborate stretch ]

Flexibility is very important.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Looking him over as he does.] It certainly has it's advantages.

[malignstar]

[ Smirks ]

Maybe Rean isn't the only one who's charming here.

[schrodingerscockroach]

I do seem to have that affect on people. [He's not sure why.]

[malignstar]

Some people just have natural charisma.

[schrodingerscockroach]

....maybe. [It's weird.]

Though I guess it takes one to know one, huh?

[malignstar]

[ Runs a hand down his wing ]

Unlike you lucky ducks, I have to work a bit.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Why's that? You seem rather charming.

Plus cool wings.