auroraexpress | The Twenty-Eighth Trial

Who: trialgoers
When: Day 60 all day
Where: the trial zone and elsewhere

[Sometime this morning (morning? there's still no sun, so what's the difference), you feel the call to a new Trial.

The entrance to the Trial Zone is a new one: a tower has sprung up in the clearing, like a bit of a fairytale castle. It's made of a sparkling pink granite and has lovely star-themed carvings -- if you can see them behind the excess of neon and lights its been decorated with. If the fairy godmother made a dance club, this would be it!

Rather than a disembodied "come hither", your call is a video on a big screen above the entrance -- a young man in a masquerade mask and a flashy, witchy costume (including a big hat) stands... on top of the tower?? It's hard to see up there, but on the screen you can tell he's got twinkly star-filled hair and a black cat with blue eyes perched on his shoulder. He's also striking a pose.]

Heroes of Distant Stars, gather 'round! I, the mysterious and handsome witch of love, have a Trial for you! Come into my party tower and prove your love to me! If you're not a weenie, that is...

[Upon entering the tower, you find yourself in a vast ballroom. Lit with rainbow lights, magic sparkles, and an excess of blacklights and glowing things, it really does look like a club. Bubbly electronic pop blares over the speakers, though there are several tables and curtained-off booths if you'd prefer to avoid the dance floor. One table includes infinitely re-filling glasses of fruity soda, which lower inhibitions incrementally as you consume them (though only for positive urges). If you wish to get even more in the mood, there's a changing room with costumes -- all hybrids of fantasy and neon pop, just like the decor.

Time to get your love on!]

Rules ☆ Turn-in ☆ Winners & Endgame

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Stumble-skips out of the changing room in a vibrantly pink little number, albeit without the shoes, choker and wand. The bow is on (very) extremely lopsided, and her long hair — left loose and flowing — is a mess of fine golden chain and stars. ]

[ She tried. She tried so hard. ]

I've got kisses to give! And trinkets! And compliments!

Oh— what a cute outfit!

[Its absolutely adorable on her. The bow though...]

Oh but your bow...

[Then...]

Ah... what if we exchanged ribbons?

[The blue one Towa always wears wouldn’t be a bad match for her her outfit.]

Thanks! I like it, it's bright, and yours is very cute, too.

[ i m m e d i a t e l y reaches to pull her ribbon off ]

[ ... ... to try to pull her ribbon off ]

... ... Oh no.

[ It's stuck. ]

Oh... w-wait, here... let me help...!

[It sure is. Best to. Take this slow.]

Fashion is hard...!

[ Leans down so Towa can reach, she is a very tall lady ]

Don’t worry— we’ll get this fixed up in no time!

[Or. She will. In... some time. She wants to be careful untangling it so it doesn’t pull on any of her hairs...]

Thank yooooouuuuuu!

[ The pretty gold chains decorating her hair aren't making the job any easier, and the fluffy, cat-like "ears" flick every time one of their hands brush against them. ]

Almost there? Almost-?

[ also - from this proximity, towa may notice that meri smells like s'mores and mocha. that's just a Thing. ]

Aaaaaaalmost...

[Yeah, she’s definitely gotta be careful with those so she doesn’t make a bigger mess. Luckily she has small, steady hands.

But—]

Oh... is that... s’smores? What a lovely scent.

[Towa on the other hand has a minty scent with just a hint of chocolate. She sure has a sweet tooth of her own.]

Hm? Oh! It's just me! Dusk said my scent's like s'mores, too, and coffee. I think it's 'cause I'm a dragon.

[ Sniffs without moving her head, taking in Towa's own scent with interest. ]

...! Aero?