The Nineteenth Trial

[hot_mess_express]

Who: Everyone
When: Day 43, evening
Where: The Mermaid's Beach

Come on, come on heroes...! Come hither!

[ There's a playful giggle and the sound of splashing as the Mermaid's beach appears in the clearing. ]

Let's play a game...!

Comments

[spectacularluck]

I'm begging you to kill me on the spot.

[voreaciously]

I do not hate you, so no.

[spectacularluck]

Can't even count on my own teammate for a little friendly murder. What's the world come to?

[voreaciously]

[WELL

U KNOW

IF YOU REALLY--



but lets not]

Truly the end times. What else do you have?

[spectacularluck]

[ handing out his card to her ]

We can take a selfie? I feel like I'm a hip kid who does those things.

[voreaciously]

Very well. Use your chain.

[spectacularluck]

[ Pulling his chain out so he can take that selfie ]

Did you finish yours yet?

[voreaciously]

[she stands there primly and not at all exhibiting typical selfie behaviour.]

...I need to serenade someone.

[spectacularluck]

[ He on the other hand has no memories of taking selfie but he definitely knows out, he's doing all the right thing, v sign, high angle shot, etc. A PERFECT SELFIE ]

Go on then. I'm all ears.

[voreaciously]

[she looks a bit displeased for a moment.]

Have a care: I am a terrible singer.

[She starts to sing, but it's very, very quiet. It is Habanera from Carmen, but it is nearly impossible to tell. Her voice is scratchy and off as she goes on.

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 she makes a noise of effort, suddenly.]

[spectacularluck]

—Are you trying to sing badly on purpose?

[voreaciously]

[she doesn't answer immediately, she looks to be in pain, actually.]

No, I...nevermind. It is not important.

[



i mean it kind of is but you know]

[spectacularluck]

[ She looks like she's in pain, so even if he's getting annoyed by her usual "it's not important" stuff, he can ignore it for now ]

Do you want me to get you a glass of water?

[voreaciously]

--No. No, thank you. I am fine.

[She stands straighter and starts to sound better

or maybe she's just hiding it better, it's impossible to tell.]

Let us continue.

[spectacularluck]

[ No, he's going to walk away and go get that glass of water. Coming back shortly after to hand it to her ]

[voreaciously]

...Thank you.

[she will accept it and drink it but]

But recall that I am not human, I do not require glasses of water, usually. Still, it was kind of you.

[she does like water though so it's fine.]

[spectacularluck]

...

...

...

I forgot that.

[voreaciously]

[




the corner of her mouth twitches.]

It happens.

[spectacularluck]

You look human and I'm not up to speed with robot rights. Androids.

[voreaciously]

I do. That is the entire point of androids, I do not find fault with you.

[she doesn't say that out of frustration, but agreement.]

Let us continue.

[a secret. hngh fine.]

A secret: there is a power in my voice that I have to suppress constantly.

[spectacularluck]

So that's why you were singing bad on purpose.

[voreaciously]

YOu are free to choose a square.

[she's just not gonna address that even remotely yay]

[spectacularluck]

Give me cooking advice. It's a square and I get something useful out of it.

[voreaciously]

[she thinks about this.]

Practise a lot, you develop a lot of skills as you do. Learn substitutions and how to make soups and stews, hearty meals that can deliver a lot of nutrients as well.

[spectacularluck]

What if I want to make something not really healthy?