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The blue-haired girl gulped. She was fairly flexible, but she wasn't sure that she could do the splits. Luckily she was wearing comfortable shorts, because she wouldn't want to spend the rest of the game pretending to be a cat.

She stepped away from Tala to make sure that she was plenty of room, then started shuffling her feet apart. "Here goes!" she announced confidently. She continued to shuffle her feet apart until she felt a strain in her inner thighs, but she kept going. She was almost to the ground when her feet slipped and she fell the rest of the way into the split. "Owwwww!" she groaned, rolling over and tucking her legs back up into a normal position.

Trying not to show any more weakness, Zin quickly got back to her feet, despite the soreness in her loins. "I did it!" she announced, in case anyone was thinking of challenging her feat. "Tala! Truth or dare?" she grinned as she turned to face her friend again.

((I feel bad for posting again so soon, but the game can't really progress without Zin asking a question?))

Zinnia smirked like the cat that had caught the canary. Her smile widened into a grin; Tala had fallen directly into her trap! Now... she just had to ask her friend the juiciest, most embarrassing question she could come up with. This was her moment to show that she had what it takes to make a game of Truth or Dare truly great. She paused for several seconds, wracking her brain for the best question.

"IS IT TRUE," she started grandly. She paused for dramatic effect, then continued, "... that you've kissed someone before... on the lips?" Her eyes widened histrionically, though she really was dying to know the answer. She really couldn't begin to guess; Tala seemed to be the right age for kissing, but the idea kind of grossed the young teen out.

Farvardin was late to the game. She had gotten lost and then caught by one of the teachers. She was scolded for being out so late and put on bell duty for the next week. Sighing she somehow made it back to her dorm. She saw the crumpled up note on the floor and picked it up. She read it and then noticed that one of her roommates was missing.

Quickly she left the room and began looking for where everyone was playing the game. She walked in right as Tala was telling about how she kissed... a horse? She shook her head and walked over to her and Zinnia. "So truth or dare? Did I miss much?" She whispered to Zinnia as she saw next to her.

Zinnia burst out laughing; truly, she could not have gotten a better answer than that. "You really kissed a horse?!" she gasped between paroxysms of laughter. It must have been awkward and embarrassing, especially since she even got caught. Seeing Tala look so embarrassed made Zin feel a little bad for laughing, but she couldn't help herself. She tried to get back under control quickly before Tala thought she was being cruel.

"Oh, Farvardin! I didn't know you'd come," the blue-haired girl said, glad that her roommate had appeared as a distraction. "Not much has happened. One guy did a handstand, I did the splits, and Tala kissed a horse." She suppressed yet another giggle. "I'm glad you're here to play too now!"

Trainees from all dorms had come to Tragen this evening. A certain frizzy-haired thinker featured among them- Unlike the others, however, she hadn't heard about the game to be held. She had merely sneaked over to engage in the shady business of trading duty favours for saved up leftover food from another. He'd said something about not liking bread; it hadn't been difficult to persuade him to stock up on them until there was enough to fill all of one's pockets with.

She'd already taken a bite out of one, enjoying a night-time snack on her way out of the building. However, this painstakingly obtained bread nearly fell right out of her hands as Lloren suddenly balked as she entered the lobby. Coming upon a circle of people in the dark where there hadn't been one at her time of entry was quite the surprise! Mouth full, bread in one hand, recognition dawned upon her face as she gave everyone a second look. And did she just hear something about kissing horses from the voice of her own room-mate? Tala, I didn't know you had it in you! "Whash yoo guyth doinh?" She asked, between chews as she leaned against the back of a chair.

When talk turned to sneaking into food stores to get a bite [quite a long way to go without getting caught!], Lloren wondered if she should mention her bread. It was a passing thought. No wait, there it was again. She shrugged and kept eating it, figuring someone would notice sooner or later and she could offer then. Otherwise, she was up for following them on a sneaking mission.

Yesenia didn't know the horror of the Baldies, and so she called out overjoyously, "On it!" And before anyone could protest, she was rocketing out of the dorm towards Santos' office.

Roll a 1: Yesenia has been caught in the act of stealing Santos' panties.
Roll a 2-5: Yesenia has been caught by a teacher, and is sent back.
Roll a 6-9: Yesenia was successful in stealing Santos' panties.
Roll a 10: Yesenia was so successful in stealing Santos' panties, she stole two of them.

Yesenia slowed down as she saw one of the teachers patrolling the grounds. She didn't recognize who it was in the darkness, just a shadowy figure that she nevertheless hid from. Once the figure had passed by, Yesenia creeped forward. Santos Baldy's office was right in front of her, and the light was on. Holding her breath, she knelt down and groped around in the darkness, finding a small rock. She chucked it as hard as she could, and it pinged off the window. The door to his office slammed open, and an imposing figure cloaked in darkness stood in the doorway before leaving, presumably to investigate the noise. She wouldn't have long. Once Santos was out of sight, the grey haired girl ran as quickly and as quietly as she could into the office. Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the light of the room, but when they did, she quickly found a dresser. Opening the top one revealed shirts, the second pants, and the third... lacy pink thongs? Yesenia stared in confusion before deciding that she could ponder it later. Grabbing one, she stuffed it in her pants before closing the drawer and bolting out of the office.



Yesenia burst back into the Tragen dorm, smiling ear to ear. "I did it! I got the underwear!" She whispered furiously before shoving a hand in her pants to retrieve the prize and tossing it at Tala. "There ya go, Horse Smoocher!" She laughed energetically, the adrenaline just now beginning to wear off. "That was fun as s**t! Okay, Red Hair!" She pointed at Farvardin. "Truth or Dare!?"

Lloren's eyes widened in joy and a thrilled smile appeared on her face at Tala's incredible dare. Dang, she sure knew how to raise the bar! "Ohhh, boy." Was all she said, after which she took that last bite out of her loaf and wiped her mouth, grinning even after Yesenia had left. As evidenced by her bulging pockets, there was more bread to be had- but she hadn't brought it up yet, as other events had unfolded quickly and warranted reaction.

"Who's the brave soldier?" She asked Shakuntala, not having formally met the other trainee as of yet. She didn't know everyone here yet, but might as well get started somewhere.

When Yesenia returned, Lloren threw her arms upwards and erupted into a rough cheer, which she quickly reigned into a low mutter. "OOOOHHOoohhh-!! -Uh. Oops." Hopefully, the noise wouldn't summon any patrols. Lacy pink thongs though? She puffed with laughter. "You sure that's his?" It was dark, people could make mistakes. And the effeminate thong hardly seemed his style. If it was his, she might guess at it being a 'good luck charm' from his wife... anything to avoid imagining him actually wearing that while he shouted at them in class.

Regardless, she wanted them. For... things. Pranky things. Tala was full of surprises this evening, however, and so Lloren stood in wait for her reaction before asking for the prize.

The panty was thrown into Tala's face, and she was pretty grossed out. My cue. "Shall I dispose of the evidence for you?" Lloren motioned towards the undies in polite inquiry, cackling inside.