Valentin already cherished Greta without her functionally turning into a cat, but Val absolutely ADORED all manner of felines and this… this was a most pleasing turn of events. Greta did not disappoint, and put on only the finest kitty display.

„Ох маленькая кошечка,“ Ohhh little kitty, warbled Val in utter adoration, so completely captivated that his Russian diminutives and augmentatives streamed out unrestrained. „Давай, пусть Валище переполнит тебя любовью!“ Come let Valische [big Val] overfill you with love! Scooping up the little Valkyrie just he would like a large cat, Valische nuzzled his nose behind Greta’s ear and spun around in a tight circle. The long fingers of his right hand gave back scritches as he squeezed with his supportive left arm, but deciding to experiment, he next tried a scritch at the base of her skull. If she liked that then he would bounce her a couple of times in his arms and spin again. If she wasn’t in any hurry to leave he would then settle in for some slow platonic cafuné across the full length of her scalp. The rhythmic, languid motion lulled Valentin into just the calm frame of mind he would need to fully consider her question. Setting her down, Val indicated with a finger that he was going to think for a while. Greta plopped down at his feet until he finished his considerations. His left hand reached down as he answered her and resumed stroking her hair, staring out at the horizon. Then, his final answer broke like the blinding dawn sun.

"ROMEO!?" Greta shouted, mouth dropping. Val nodded somberly even as the little shrike giggled. The boy’s hand fell away as sadness overtook him. Yeah, better ask him soon, Valik. Maybe there was some easier hope for Greta. In response to his question about Miles, she seemed dispassionate about the subject. Soon enough, the cannon let loose again and broke her feline spell, sending her bounding off to the next task… but with sacred information now in her clutches. Heart aching, Val wondered what consequences this moment would have as he scrambled a few steps up the rope ladder. A few moments later she would ask for another translation, which he readily and accurately provided.

Wondering what happened with Charles’s bet, Valentin turned his gaze from the sea and drew in a sharp breath. N-no, blinked the seeker hard as he stared at the branches of Lichtenberg figure scars stretching over a boy’s back. Stepping down from the rope ladder, Valentin shook his head, once, twice, three times. Wake up, Valik, he thought, noticing the difference in skin tone and then the blonde of Charles’s hair. No, it wasn’t Romeo. It would have been absurd for the boy to suddenly show up here. Wishful fool, he lashed at himself. Get a hold of yourself. Valentin was even holding Charles’s shirt from when the boy had taken it off to fulfill his dare. There should have been no reason for Valentin to confuse the two even now.

Charles came back to retrieve his shirt from Val, who simply didn’t have the will to play at stealing it from him anymore. The blonde went on to issue his dare to Greta, and although Valentin took in the information, his mind was gone as if he had taken a bludger to the head. Get with it, Morozhny, [Frost] he demanded of himself, and proceeded to issue Charles his next dare. Certainly the appearance of Charles’s scar had a role in Valentin’s decision to dare the blonde to push the Japanese plate boy into the sea… After all, there was one thing he knew about Charles’s interactions with others. There was only person he knew and respected whom Charles focused on-- Johannes-- that wholehearted thrillseeker... Johannes was the best hope he could think of for Charles now. He wanted both boys and Greta to be happy. Desperately, desperately, he wanted them to be happy even if he himself failed.

Yeeting his next request into the pool of paper slips, Valentin requested “Truth.” Turning his head, he saw Charles attempting to push-- not Sara-- but Miles into the sea. Blinking, stunned, Valentin wondered if he had been so distracted that he’d said the wrong thing. No, no, the captain soothed himself. That’s just our chaotic little bomb.

Charles came back alongside Val and Greta to lean against the side of the ship. He seemed pleased with himself as he brushed the hair out of his flickering eyes.

"Who do you think is the hottest guy here, Frost?" asked the Brit.

Blushing as if he had been caught utterly red-handed, Valentin’s mouth parted. Romeo, he thought to himself automatically. No, you дурак [fool], he scolded himself quietly. Valik, come on, you insufferable… come on… pull yourself together.

Valya looked back at Charles in a sad little plea, not wanting to look at other guys. Val bit his lip-- while he was almost always faster than others to mature, the seeker was still an excitable teenager. It was hard enough to not consider such things when he had to keep his brain focused on something dull. The closest to admitting his problem to anyone had been that night on the pitch with Charles. Yet, Val had wished for, longed for, a dangerous question… and here one was, asking him to play with explosives.

„Ну...“ “Well...” Valya began. Cursing himself, Valentin knew he couldn’t fail to answer Charles. Even hard truths had to be admitted. Just as he had done with Greta’s question, Valya forced himself to dig down deep for the truth. He began scanning the area. The first boy Val spotted was a French Canadian, a quidditch player-- chaser Louca Dufort, whom Val had observed to be a rather fearless specimen, but... this question made Valentin sick. He couldn’t bear to look. Pushing both hands through his white hair, Val felt the savage, crippling power of the profoundly dangerous question. He hated this, but he couldn’t chicken out now. The truth was the truth and he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself for attempting escape. The question would haunt him later anyway if he didn't face up to his fears now.

With a hiss, Valentin continued to look around. There was some older dark haired Brit Val didn’t know the first thing about, the washed-up Ilvermorny champion he remembered as a left-handed beater, the intriguing Japanese guy he had sicced Charles on, the one who reminded Val of Mikael… Nonononono... Not Misha too... A terrible wave of nausea overcame Valya, and he settled himself down forcefully onto the floor before he could outright collapse. He didn’t want to do this. Yet, would it be so wrong to consider the question? What was wrong with learning such a truth? Wasn’t Valentin supposed to be some fearless boy who lusted after the thrill of forbidden knowledge? What was so very, horrifyingly different about this question compared to Greta's? Pain crept into Valentin’s neck and he grabbed onto his ankles with both hands. He didn’t care if he was making a scene. What he cared about was holding in his bile. Finish what you started, Icarus. Rocking in place, Valentin forced his keen eyes back over the rest of the ship. There was that kid Val had tried to make break the clock. Were there any more damned boys? Don’t let there be any more, Valentin begged with a serrated knife twisting in his gut. Of course there was one obvious person he had been subconsciously avoiding: one Charles Alluring, who had both a certain beauty and the thrill of a terrible presence. Just like Mik. Strong, too, like Romeo. Putting his head between his knees, Valentin felt like dying.

„Charles...“ creaked Valya. „Look, you just…“ The boy wanted to yeet himself into a big black pit, the kind so deep that one never comes out of it again. „You’re the best looking one here.“

With that, Valentin rolled onto his hands and knees and pushed off into a lunge, dashing away to a central rope ladder. Throwing himself into its tangle, Valentin tried to ascend to the highest part of the ship’s mast. He just hoped he wouldn’t meet anyone in the crowsnest, as he was afraid of expelling the practically non-existent contents of his devastated innards.

Valya, the hell-chaser and white immortal, the cool-headed Frost Captain... fearlessly ran the f*ck away because he was terrified of that all-too-likely devastation he couldn't help but bait himself with every day, and every night. His confidence now completely shot, Valentin bashed himself against the inner sidewall of the crowsnest and pawed at its wooden boards. What an unmitigated disaster, he laughed internally. Touching his fingertips to his lips, he felt as if blood were dripping from his mouth when he hadn't even been hit. His fingers were clean, but it all seemed like such a hallucination. Valentin clawed his nails into the floorboards, heedless of the splinters, as he gazed up at the sky. He wanted to weep, to unabashedly bawl, as if he had just killed someone. Truth or dare was a children's game, perhaps, but games with stakes were the only ones Valya wanted to play. The seeker curled up into a ball and held himself. He didn't want to feel alone anymore.

Action: Requesting “Truth” for next round; also, cuddling Greta, and having a slight mental breakdown.
Stats: STA 8 ✦ EVA 13 ✧ STR 2 ✦ WIS 15 ✧ARC 1 ✦ ACC 15 - Ency
Abilities: Keen Eye ✦ Charmer ✧ Evasive Maneuvers ✦ Fearless

Elena's interest was peaked by Bloom's choice being very specific and unqiue. "Ooh, that's a good one. You have to show me someday." The girl said grinning. Elena herself was a musician of sorts but she oped to stick to more traditional methods relying on the more standard mediums of music having adopted a mastery of the violin over the years as she pondered on the question of the century. Steak and salt was just an accident waiting to happen and as for old sushi, that didn't sound half as bad if you had an excellent digestive system. "Sushi, think I have more odds of getting through that then steak with salt." She said confident in her answer silently hoping Bloom wouldn't put her to the test about that, the two combinations were a sure equation to getting you to exert out your insides, the image almost making her shudder.

Thankfully, that sickening portrait was removed from her head as the cannon sounded once again and her eyes shot down to the parchment. She didn't have to go to the effort of finding this person, her eyes shooting up to land on Chiaki smiling as she nodded her head in confirmation. "That's me, in the flesh." She hoped nervously laughing, a dare was a bold choice indeed and her eyes widened slightly as the girl proposed something that Elena Jangleton herself wouldn't have done of her own accord. "Here?" The Gryffindor squeaked as she glanced around, well, she certainly wasn't going to lavish any boy with praise, that would be doing a disservice to Lamik so her only other option rested with the other girls, most of which were already preoccupied as her eyes flitted over Bloom and then back to Chiaki, a smirk on her face. "Okay."

Thank Merlin not everyone here was a total stranger, she thought to herself as she passed Bloom making sure just to brush by so that she caught the girl's attention. "Hey, over here." She whispered in an undertone already thinking of what she was going to say. "It's for a dare so bear with me." That being said, she drew herself up to face her friend clearing her throat as her mind searched for the most convincing compliment she could give. It couldn't be too hard although perhaps it was the sheer act of professing the compliment out loud that was the true test. "I just want to say, I think your eyes are really pretty, they almost look like gems in the way they twinkle and shine." Her vocals loud enough to carry across to her partner, she let out a exhale of breath winking at Bloom before hurrying back to Chiaki.

Misson achieved, Elena knew she might not get as lucky as this time as she settled on her own potential question to ask Chiaki. "Right then, what do you think would be a cool rumor to hear about yourself?" Food for though, Elena though as she herself wondered exactly what sort of tales she would prefer people heard about her. Then again, she never really was a fan of attenion so the less, the better but you could only tuck yourself away so much.

Next Round: Truth

Interacting with Louca Dufort (@Emma Wynn)
Mentioning @Elena Jangleton

Listening to Elena's answer made Bloom shocked. She would have picked the salt before the sushi any day. Smiling, Bloom made her way to her next person who she found after calling their name over and over again. It took a couple calls, but she had found the Louca Dufort that was on her little piece of paper.

"YES!" she said excitedly. She had stated his dare prior, but it seemed that he was more interested in giving her the dare that she had wanted prior than receiving his own. She shrugged and stated the dare to him one more time. "I dare you to dance a jig on the table!" she said, smiling wide.

When she heard the dare that he wanted to give her, her mouth dropped. She should have definitely done more than just a jig on a table. She had to do WHAT? Bloom took a deep breath and looked up. She had to go to the nest and pretend to be a pirate by swinging down the rope with a sword in hand. Was she physically able to do something like that? What if she fell? Bloom felt like she should have picked truth. It was always the safest route.

Bloom looked at Louca with a puppy dog face while getting a fake sword from the treasure chest. Maybe he would feel bad and change his mind... But alas, feeling bad for the other person was not a part of the game. It was trying to get them out and not doing the dare. Bloom was not going to lose because she felt uncomfortable with something. She was going to try it... She hoped.

Taking a split second to look back at Louca, she began to climb up to the nest of the ship. As she climbed, she could feel the breeze kick in. She kept climbing and saw next to her was a rope. She grabbed the rope and harnessed her wrist with it. She gave enough slack that when she would drop, she would drop slowly. Bloom took a deep breath and did just that, unknown of what could happen to her.

"ARR, I be a pirate," she said in the best pirate voice she could do-- which wasn't at good as others may be. "Come all ye scalawags!" she said, as she began to move down from the nest to the deck of the ship using the rope. Bloom was feeling one-hundred percent embarrassed right now.

Action: Bloom takes on Louca Dufort's dare
Next round: Truth

MODERATION POST—Round III

Bloom Silverton was intent on enjoying herself this game, on making memories and using it as a tool to facilitate getting to know her peers. She had been flexible with the answer given to her question, and would provide a unique one of her own. What useless skill would she want to have? Apparently the ability to make music with crystal glasses. But was music ever really useless given how well documented its benefits were? Nevertheless, she would go on at the prompt of the canon in search of Louca Dufort. Her dare for him: to dance a jig on top of the table for all to see.

Chiaki Hiroi had been asked the name of her stuffie, a question that presumed the existence of one at all. There wasn't one, as would soon become the realization, but at least there had been. As a child, she'd had one by the adorable name of Yujin. Prompted to track down Elena Jangleton, Chi would start feeling a little more at ease. Hers would be a dare that traipsed on the edge of the more 'fun' ones. Elena would have to appraoch the person she found most attractive and deliver a compliment to them.

Valentin Schnell would be (coincidentally) given Charles Alluring as a target for a dare. Not that the boy wouldn't have gotten one from Schnell anyway given their personal little exchanges going on, but now Nif got to double down. Dare number one was to push Sara overboard. Dare number two would have to wait, however, as it required Charles to tell Johannes how he really felt once the game had concluded. For his own convenience, Charles would deliberately and knowingly 'misinterpret' the target of the dare to by Miles Thatcher, instead. The clearly-not-Japanese who hard deigned to flirt with Greta. Even though it had been a dare. His would be a fate slated for the sea.

Rita Su had been very considerate of just how easily one (especially one such as Haven) might get distracted by the plethora of things on the boat, and had taken it in stride as the canon had given them a question. Her answer was one that many likely shared at least in part. To be haunted by ghosts or other dangerous creatures was not a pleasant thought to entertain. Upon receiving Elizaveta Mikhailov, Rita would dare her to something of a staring contest. 30 seconds of staring at Rita without changing her facial expression. Sounded simple, but it was likelier easier said than done. With the thought of Charles watching her every move, though, Elizaveta was determined to deliver. She would complete the dare with relative ease, in fact.

Poor Kohana Sara would feel intensely objectivied (or at least sketched out) by Charles' intense staring in his direction. Approached, he would be not at all impressed by the Durmstrang's attempt at a compliment. Unfortunately, he would be one of those strange ones that didn't like cherry blossoms for some reason. Maybe a matter of desensitization. Or perhaps another reason altogether. Either way, he seemed to want nothing to do with Charles. Back to Winnie, he seemed content with her rendition of her dare, and asked her to continue with her Yoda speech the rest of the night. And then, he would seek out Rita Su, although wouldn't quite find her, failing to deliver unto her dare.

Elizaveta Mikhailov seemed more than a little taken aback by Chiaki's suggestion that stuffies were for children. Fret not, Eli, there were plenty students even older who still slept with their stuffies. As for her own truth, she had been asked about rule-breaking. Apparently, she had once stolen her brother's quidditch things and attempted to set fire to them. Heresy. But with the new round, she would be given Miles Thatcher as a target. To him, she would question who his most and least favourite people were in the world. The answer would be left to limbo, though, and whether or not he answered, Miles would take his leave from the game.

@Miles Thatcher (@Simon Kincaid's iNPC) did not post this round and has been considered to be removed from the game.

Charles Alluring would return from his attempt to woo Sempai Sara, completely oblivious to the negative reaction from the boy. Returning to his compatriots (where Val had been previously lavishing cat!Greta with snuggles and scritches), he would announce his new target as Greta Fransson after redressing himself properly. His dare for her would be to pretend to be Elizaveta's best friend and try to convince her to walk the plank. And then as a personal question to Valentin, ask him who he thought to be the hottest guy on the ship. But as innocuous as the question seemed to be, it would sent Valya spiralling. Charles would be his answer, but the result would be his dashing off and trying not to heave. Over-reaction?

Greta Fransson had been tasked with pretending to be a cat by Miles. If only she had done so in proximity to Sara from the start, she might have earned herself a new best friend. Alas, Valentin was happy to take advantage of the moment, gushing over her adorable antics and taking her up into his arms. Squeezes, nuzzles, and cuddles were provided in ample amounts. Once the canon had fired again, she would be off, chasing and batting at the paper canon ball until she caught and unraveled it. Kohaha Sara had requested a truth, and so she would deliver. With only a little assistance with translation, she would ask him of his biggest fantasy.

Louca Dufort would make good on his rather grotesque dare to like a chewed bit of gum stuck to the deck. To his credit, he would actually do it, apparently one of the few to really appreciate the sanctity of the game. From there, Bloom Silverton would be his victim and for her, he would dare a rather fun challenge to put her feat of athleticism on display. She would have to climb to the crow's next, swing down a rope with sword in hand, and give her best pirate impression. As far as dares went, it was definitely not the worst. A bit afraid of hurting herself in the attempt, she would attempt the disgraceful act of the puppy dog pout to coerce the boy into changing the dare. But eventually ended up relenting and going with it. She might not have looked the part, but she certainly gave her best effort, completing the task and earning at least ten doubloons of credit in the process.

In the process of the round, however, two had been neglected. @Percival Gray, @Winnie Harper, and @Miles Thatcher had elected to take their respected leaves; and Kohana Sara had seemed to be unsuccessful in tracking down Rita. As a result, two would be left without their tasks. But the canon would provide. It would always provide. BANG. BANG. Two crumpled balls of paper would fire into the group, delivering a truth to both Rita Su and Valentin Schnell.

Rita Su: "What is your really weird secret collection? Answer out loud so the whole group can hear."

Valentin Schnell: "what is your idea of a perfect date? Answer out loud so the whole group can hear."

THE CANON HAS FIRED!

@Greta Fransson (@Evelynn Decipio's iNPC) is given Rita Su, who selects Truth
@Charles Alluring (@Henry Knight's iNPC) is given Elena Jangleton, who selects Truth
@Chiaki Hiroi (@Pax Zhang's iNPC) is given Valentin Schnell, who selects Truth
@Elizaveta Mikhailov (@Samantha Salwis's iNPC) is given Kohana Sara, who selects Truth & Dare
@Elena Jangleton is given Greta Fransson, who selects Dare
@Kohana Sara (@Hanako Tone's iNPC) is given Louca Dufort, who selects Dare
@Louca Dufort (@Emma Wynn's iNPC) is given Elizaveta Mikhailov, who selects Dare
@Rita Su is given Charles Alluring, who selects Truth
@Valentin Schnell (@Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood's iNPC) is given Bloom Silverton, who selects Truth
@Bloom Silverton (@Blom Silverton's iNPC) is given Chiaki Hiroi, who selects Dare

—Players will finish any outstanding truth questions/dares received the previous round
—Players will then ICly receive another fire of the canon to receive their next target
—Players will administer that new truth/dare to their target
—You are free to react to a received truth/dare as soon as you receive it (you don't have to wait until next week if you don't want to)
—Those who do not select a choice for the next round, default to receiving both at the behest of the canon
—Anyone who missed the deadline and was removed from the game is more than welcome to wrap up any existing RP/truths/dares and make an exit RP post

Players have until Midnight on Thursday, August 11th to post

"I actually think Evelynn work too much so she was a bit confused. I asked for a dare, but she gave me a truth. She asked her iNPC to dare me this time, so that is fine. Never mind, last time I said her when I actually mean her iNPC Greta. We all make mistakes sometimes, and Eve has worked so hard as the moderator, I shouldn't blame her." Rita thought when she read the notice posted on the wall by Evelynn, "Weird Collections? I do not have many weird collections. Wait, when I was a muggle child before going to Hogwarts, about 9 or 10, I used to collect sticks of those cheese sticks because there are different types of face expressions on them. Do that count as weird? I don't know, but I will say it anyway, since I cannot remember something else I collected. I rarely collect things, not even stamps." She shouted it out, "Can all of you hear it? I used to collect sticks of those cheese sticks because there are different type of face expressions on them. Do that count as weird?" She did not if that count as weird, but sure is saying something out loud so that everyone can hear that. She knew some would turn around and look at her in a surprised face, but she decided to ignore that and focus on giving Charles a truth. Charles is an interesting name, it reminded Rita of her favorite author Charles Dickens (Although his novels are a bit too dark for young Rita, she recognizes his intense care for poor people in the Victorian Era) as well as her long-lost friend Charles. She had a idea in her mind. After asking someone who Charles is and finding the right boy, she said to Charles, "Charles, I will ask you this question, what is a secret mistake you have made in your childhood that you are still keeping from your parents? You can just whisper to me, I won't tell anyone." "I will just walked a little further from him and wait for him. Let's see what he is going to tell me." Rita thought after giving Charles the truth, before walking to a distance and wait for his reaction.

Mentions: @Henry Knight(as iNPC @Charles Alluring)
Slightly mentions: @Evelynn Decipio

Next Round: Truth

"Frost-Kapitän!" shouted Charles.

“Dersu!”… “Sergeant Charge!” cried Valentin back, laughing at himself. When the hot ice melts… He wasn’t being very frosty now, but he still had his sense of humor enough to devise a new nickname for Charles on the spot. It was something the chaser was good at, charging in. Val still remembered the look on Jorah’s face when Charles yeeted him off his broom, spooking the floating twig collection out of a good strike at Val. The happy memory of their quidditch game soothed Valentin's stomach, and he began to feel like himself again.

"Want me to get the paper for you so you can keep your perch?" called Charles.

“Alright.” Valya smiled. Very considerate. Scraping himself back into better posture, Val knew to expect the chaser's approach now. The blonde climbed up to lean off a high rope with Val’s parchment extended. “Thanks,” said the seeker, getting to his feet to claim the slip. Charles wasn’t done, however.

"Frost, I dare you to confess your feelings tonight as well. If I must do to Johannes then you have to Romeo." Val’s violet eyes flared as he looked up at Charles, who pushed his shoulder against Val with an encouraging smile. "Or you could use this rope, climb up to the bird's nest where you'll shout durmstrang is the greatest then climb down mimicking an cat… or you can do both." Despite the tightness in the seeker’s throat, Val’s chuckle tumbled out like tiny silver balls. Charles knew exactly what kind of person Valya was. The outcome was already determined when #3 stated his dares.

Leaning in close, Val whispered in Charles’s ear: “Very well. We tell them the full truth tonight.”

Since Val was already technically in the crowsnest, he decided he had to go higher. Using the rope to fling himself up higher onto the central mast, the famed White Immortal hoisted himself up the crowsnest’s flagpole and hung off its tip by one arm. Swinging himself around and around, Val held his hat on with his off hand while he shouted out for everyone to hear the flex of his foreign-language eloquence. He would have to translate again for Greta later, but she would get even more detail if she was interested.

“ARRRRR, todayyyy I say to ALL of you-- my idea of a perfect date! Ha! The problem is-- how can I know perfection with my imperfect mind? The truest answer must be that I don’t know, or that I don’t presume to know. That fails to satisfy, don’t you think? Therefore, I will give my best guess. My perfect date cannot be a short trip, no. Let us start with the world instead. It is too much to ask for go to the stars in a spaceship, right? Say now, he takes me onto legendary broom and we begin journey to every continent. Every place we go, I learn more about him, and he learns me. I sing to him during the long parts, to keep him happy, and he tells me his fears and dreams. I learn how I can truly make him happy… and so in reverse. In the end, he takes me to where he feels most is home, and I find that I am most home, too.” Caught up in the moment of envisioning such a voyage with Romeo, Valentin’s English degraded with distraction. As he gazed at the horizon, Valentin’s saturnine eyes glimmered like the morningstar fading away beneath the surging light of dawn. Yet, he summoned cheer into his voice once more, for Valentin was not done. “There’s one more thing… DURMSTRANG IS THE GREATEST AND WILL BE FOR ALL TIME, RAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! COME GET ME, YE LANDLUBBERS, COME ON!!”

It would be much funner acting like a cat if he also had to actively evade potential attackers while on all fours. Nif couldn’t just take the two dares, of course, but needed to escalate them further to make it all more of a challenge for himself. What was more, he had to execute all of this without losing his hat and parrot while scampering across the deck.

Leaping off the flagpole like a white cheetah, Valentin bounded off the wooden rim of the crowsnest in a daring effort to catch a rope hanging nearby. “MRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!” Val’s paws caught the rope and he swung off it across the ship, landing on all fours at the feet of one Bloom Silverton. Schnell would have to be fast in order to avoid any incoming chasers-- and perfectly balanced to not lose any of his captain's accessories, either.

“Tell us all what you would think about if you were alone looking up at the stars. Please.” Cheetah!Valya bounded about in a circle, awaiting Bloom’s answer while attempting to evade any incoming aggressors. When/if Bloom completed the task, cheetah!Valentin dashed away again, always staying in motion to make himself difficult to catch. Then, at last, he yeeted a new slip into the repository reading, "Truth."

*the stats in the banner are old

Even though none of her tent mates were in her truth or dare group, Eliza didn't feel lonely as all the dares kept her busy and distracted. Listening to the other students answer their truth questions or watching them do the challenge that had been given was extremely entertaining, especially when a girl started acting like a cat. When the girl started to meow like a real cat, Elizaveta let out a little giggle before quickly looking away, not wanting the girl to notice she laughed at her.

After the canon had fired again, Eliza curiously opened the piece of paper she had received this round and their choice of truth or dare. Turned out the person hadn't been able to decide or just wanted to be brave and had selected both, making it a lot harder for her to come up with something fun as she had to think of both a dare and truth. "Kohana Sara?" she would call out the name once she had thought of a question and dare.

"You have both?" she would ask the other student once she had found him. "Truth and dare?" she pointed at the piece of paper, making sure he understood her. "For truth, have you ever stolen anything?" the blond asked curiously. "And as a dare," she tucked her hair behind her ear while trying to think of the correct way to say her dare in English, "you must close your eyes when somebody talks to you for the upcoming 2 rounds." The Russian girl nodded proudly once she had given the boy both a truth and a dare.

Japanese ~ English

Reducio

Word Count: 326

Interacting: @Elena Jangleton, @Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood as Valentin Schnell

Date: August 28th 2022

Watching with interest, Chiaki smiled seeing the girl approach someone and completing the dare. She was never the most devious of people, so coming up with a dare like such was never the easiest. At least someone had hopefully gained a confidence boost in the process.

When Elena returned, she posed this question for her: "Right then, what do you think would be a cool rumor to hear about yourself?"

Chiaki took her time to think. Deep down, she knew what she would want to hear about herself, but she was battling on whether to admit so. But... that was the aim of the game, to admit embarrassing truths.

However... the question posed what would be a cool rumour to hear. Not necessarily what she would want to hear. She smiled at the loophole.

"I think it would be cool to hear that I am the best flier in Mahoutokoro!" She spread her arms out grandly with a smile, before getting embarrassed and recoiling, turning red. "If not the best flier, then the best broom racer."

She rubbed the back of her neck with an anxious smile, before getting another slip shot at her. She caught it deftly and read the name.

"Valentin Schnell, truth." She looked up and smiled at Elena. "I-I'm going to find Valentin and give him a truth, so I will see you around hopefully." She waved at the girl before turning into the crowd.

The name seemed familiar to her, probably mentioned by someone before. He stuck out from all the others quite easily, so it didn't take long to find him.

"Hello, Valentin. I'm Chiaki, and I'm going to give you a truth, if that's alright." Realising that she hadn't planned a truth, she tried to create one quickly in her head. "Um... who is... the person that... you most admire here, on the ship?"

It wasn't a great question, no. But it would suffice. She waited expectantly for an answer.

Action: Answering the truth, asking Valentin who he admires here

Next round: Truth

Interacting with Valentin Schnell (@Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood's iNPC) & Chiaki Hiroi (@Pax Zhang's iNPC)

Finally, she was able to come down and get herself back onto the deck with everyone else. She took off any extra clothing she had put on for the dare and went back to the group of people. She grabbed a piece of paper and read that she had a new person, and this time it was to give them a dare. She had no idea who this person was and began to search around, seeing if someone was looking for their dare.

As Bloom was looking, she was confronted by someone who was crazy, in her opinion, who asked her a question; a truth that Bloom had requested. Bloom thought about the question a bit and smiled. "I would think about my boyfriend," she said, not going into details, but it would definitely be on her mind that she would want Howard by her side looking up at the stars.

Bloom waved goodbye at the odd person and went to find the person she needed to give a dare to. Great, it was another name that was difficult to pronounce. Bloom looked at the name and screamed it out loud. "If you name is... CHEE-A-KEY, here is your dare!" she said, not wanting to search so much for this person. "Do cartwheels and say the alphabet in a pirate voice!" she said, hoping that they would have heard her.

Action: Answering a truth and giving a dare

Next Round: DARE