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auroraexpress2020-03-09 08:57 pm
joybound) wrote in auroraexpress2020-03-09 08:57 pm
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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
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!]
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I foresee problems arising from that special condition...
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Yet I do not think offering a prize for starting a romance would be any more productive. How many would wonder, if what they feel is genuine, or if they care more about the prize than about the one they say they love?
[He definitely would, and he'd expect anyone he professed to love to wonder the same about him.]
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Who knows, a kick in the rear because of a prize might be enough to overcome social anxiety.
You know, if this place didn't drag secrets out kicking and screaming every other day.
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Well. The lesser challenges are, refreshingly, laid out for us rather than forced upon us for a change. I would suggest we all focus on what we know may be achieved and what the reward will be. [Which he says as he's toying with a small gold coin between his fingers...]
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Usually these kind of games are how far you're willing to go. It's why I'm going human.
[She pulls off a sun bracelet and holds it out.]
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[He takes the bracelet and hands her the coin in the same motion. Though it feels more like a button, which is what it is, under one of his illusions. It's a nice illusion, though, with the trefoil crest of Asgard on one side and an image of his horned helmet on the other.]
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[She'll take it, pondering a moment and will loop with with a tangled bracelet with little charms on it.] You especially don't hold back the flare, whatever the occasion.
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[A more charming smile] I do my best with what I am given.
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That you do. Opinions on the five pointer? [He can be very opposed to touching, after all.]
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rather than an offended rant]I have some ideas. The rules do not specify what type of kiss it must be, nor where. Shall we see if a kiss on the hand works?
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[But will take his hand and kiss it with a bow because that's what she was shown.]
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It is normally something a man gives to a woman. But I suppose this is far from a typical situation.
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