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

[beeknighted]

[He doesn't have the memories to understand why this setting irritates him so but he's actually very used to it, and to being told to act a certain way at them, and it's grating on him in a way he can't identify.]

We don't have many fancy parties around here in the first place, so it's a bit strange, but don't worry. I'm fine.

[daydreamshimmer]

Hmmmm.

[Pulls off a sun hair clip and holds it out to him.]

How about we go dance?

[beeknighted]

[Oh! Takes the clip and puts it in his own hair before offering his hand.]

Thanks. A dance would be nice.

[daydreamshimmer]

[Gonna guide him to the dance floor.]

Now fair warning, I've only remmebered dancing with two legs, no idea how long since I've done it for real.

[beeknighted]

That's okay, I don't remember any dancing so there's every chance I'm going to be catastrophic at this.

[daydreamshimmer]

I'm sure you'll be fine. You seem like you'd have some grace.

[beeknighted]

You think so?

[daydreamshimmer]

I think so. I guess we'll see.

[Pulling him into some not fancy dancing.]