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

[bowtiedbones]

Deal!

[schrodingerscockroach]

Okay. And....that should be five minutes.

[Pats the ground in front of him.]

[bowtiedbones]

[scoots over]

On the count of three, start?

[schrodingerscockroach]

[He nods, closing his eyes.]

One. Two. Three.

[Opening his eyes on three to begin the staring contest.] What else have you got that doesn't require looking away?

[bowtiedbones]

[sleepless vs. sleepless]

I can do a confession and tell a kink. Ask for advice? Use a pick-up line.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[The grand showdown.]

Sure.

I could also give you a hand massage. It'd be a bingo. [And he's good enough at massages to just run on feel.]

[bowtiedbones]

[offers her hand]

I won't say no to a massage.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Taking her hand and gonna start this hand massage.]

So what square you want to do?

[bowtiedbones]

How would you advise that I win this bet?

[schrodingerscockroach]

Probably make me laugh or some other emotional reaction.

We both have sleeping issues, but I'm also a marksman and trained interrogator, I have more practice in not blinking when I need to not.

[bowtiedbones]

Aw, but pleeeeeeaase let me win?

[marking off that "beg for something" square]

[schrodingerscockroach]

I'm afraid your please will have no affect on me. I only follow orders.

[bowtiedbones]

[considering that roleplay square... adopts a faux-haughty attitude]

My requests should be as orders.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[He chuckles and closes his eyes and bows his head.]

But of course, madam. [A more posh, butlery voice.]

[bowtiedbones]

Much better. Thank you for the victory, Duskworth.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Snorts a bit.]

Might I give a madam a neck rub as well?

[bowtiedbones]

That would be acceptable.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Very good.

[And moving behind her to give her a neck rub.] Another square, madam?

[bowtiedbones]

Hmmm, yes, I must inform you of a personal matter, Duskworth.

[schrodingerscockroach]

Sounds serious. What is it, I'm here to listen.

[bowtiedbones]

It is most serious! I have had thoughts below my station. Admirations a lady should not think on.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Dramatic gasp.] Oh, the scandal! Whatever will you do?

[bowtiedbones]

What can I do? They are admirations for you, Duskworth, I cannot send you away!

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Even more dramatic gasp!]

And I don't wish to leave your service.

But I could never besmirch your reputation!

[bowtiedbones]

Curse my reputation!