The Twenty-Eighth Trial

[joybound]

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

Comments

[featherbeaned]

You should, it is one!

[ Straightens back up, flipping her hair back over her shoulder. Or ... trying to. She's tangled fine golden chains with little stars all through it, and, uh. Hasn't done the greatest of jobs. It's a jangling mess. ]

Not only for the trial. You've got lots, right? Of magic, and power?

[shintaiprotagonist]

The same is true for you, I see.

[featherbeaned]

[ Her fluffy ears wiggle happily. ]

Yes! Don't remember playing with it much, except for shifting.

[shintaiprotagonist]

You are wearing an assumed form, then?

[featherbeaned]

[ Wordlessly, and with a shimmer not unlike a heat haze, she shifts into her native dragon. She's covered, from ear-tip to toe bean and the very end of her tail, in iridescent blue feathers, scattered here and there with flashes of pink and yellow - exactly the same colours as her hair. ]

I'm a dragon.

[ Settles herself down to sit, cat-like. Big cat-like; she's 6'5 at the shoulders. ]

[shintaiprotagonist]

Impressive.

[featherbeaned]

[ nodnod, yes she is, thank you for noticing ]

You're human, yes? Or ... [ Sniffs at him, cocking her head. ] Your magic is, but isn't?

[shintaiprotagonist]

I remember little as yet, so I can tell you little. Only that I am human, as far as I know.

[featherbeaned]

Oh, like me! I don't remember many things, either.

Do you have your name yet? Mine's Meridian; Dusk gave it to me. He's my teammate.

[shintaiprotagonist]

I answer to Tide until I remember the name I was born with.

[featherbeaned]

Have you remembered much?

[shintaiprotagonist]

No more than an hour of time, so far. Though I suppose I have a token to spare.

[featherbeaned]

[ Shifts back to her human form. ]

Same, same. It's easy to get distracted.

[ Speaking of which - ]

Want to do trial things?

[shintaiprotagonist]

We have already done one, have we not?