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]

[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!

[schrodingerscockroach]

Heavy the head that wears the crown.

But you do so much good with your place in society.

[bowtiedbones]

Cannot the society allow me this one joy?

[schrodingerscockroach]

Society is a cruel and unfair mistress, unlike madam.

[bowtiedbones]

Then society needn't know! Curse their gossips.

[schrodingerscockroach]

[Another gasp.]

Madam Eliza, surely I am not worth it!

[bowtiedbones]

[crosss her arms, FIGHT ME WORLD]

That is my call to make, Duskworth, and you are as a fortune to me.