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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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[She sits down on the ground and pats the spot next to her for him to sit.]
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Affection?
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Or ways to just be awkward because someone doesn't understand how socializing works.
Give me your hand. I'll show you and you can do the same, and then you can draw me a picture.
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[ He's holding out his hand though since his desire to help is stronger than his aversion to being led around. ]
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Yeah. You know, people you're fond of? Want to be close to?
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Oh. I have people like that. My best friends...
[ Kind of trailing off, as he stares at his hand. ]
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But usually people who know each other enough to be consistently affectionate can figure out what people are comfortable with.
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