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WEEK FIVE TRIAL
week five: trial
i want to speak to a manager
i want to speak to a manager
23 Remain
Good morning, everyone! Hopefully you're well-rested, because there's a long day ahead of you.
The start of the day is yours to do with what you want, but come 11:45 AM, your daemons will feel a compulsion to lead you to chapel and will ensure that you're up and moving to head there. You can certainly resist it, but by the time 11:55 AM rolls around... you'll find your feet taking you there, regardless, if you aren't there already. There's no exceptions—it seems that this gathering is mandatory, as you'll find that your fellow travelers are all heading to the same destination as you.
Waiting in the chapel for your arrival are Satariel, Rameel, and Yomiel. Tables for offerings sit at the front end of the room. They've been left empty for the day ahead - save for one, where plates, bowls, cups, and cutlery have been stacked neatly for later in the day. Some snacks and drinks have been provided for the early portion of the day, and proper food for later. Come noon, once everyone is within the chapel, they'll find that the doors close and lock behind them.
Sporting a bit of a different look with their long blonde locks gone, Rameel will be leaning against the podium upfront with a lazy smile on their face. Their wounds and injuries from yesterday seemingly healed up completely sans one more permanent injury. And even though it looks as if they were going to say something, they ultimately don't and pass their turn.
Yomiel looks much better than yesterday, wounds healed, broken wings set, and clothing repaired. Speaking too much seems to be a bit of a strain, though, as their voice is still scratchy and rough. "You've don't have much time to find Mikotoba. Don't waste it."
Satariel is curled up in one of the pews, wrapped in their cloak and a blanket and looking tired. But they are paying attention, and their daemon paces slowly nearby as a bear, snuffling at anyone that comes close enough as though checking them over as well. It still does not touch. The Watcher sounds - quiet, for once. "Let's get started. And, while it won't matter to the trial... for your numbers, Miss Rika was a Celestial."
Every hour that passes, the chapel bell will ring out with the time. The pressure's on, good luck.
Trial start
Business stops for no one! Welcome, everyone, to our sixth trial. For the next nine hours, characters are expected to investigate the setting, compile and examine evidence, locate any unalive and unaccounted for members of their group, and theorize about the going ons of Thursday night/Friday morning that lead up to this point.
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I do hope whoever gave Mr. Lowell his gift has realized he is quite unable to wear it at the current time. A more thoughtful gift would be best, perhaps.
[And then back to the other, like nothing happened. Also not addressing the watch.]
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tugs sholmes' hat down over his eyes in one short, sharp motion. ]
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Just saying. [A huff.] Ah, and a robotic friend. What does he do?
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[ ... ]
It can take pictures at intervals. [ literally.. like what he's thinking of ] But... with trying to hunt down clues yesterday, I didn't get a chance to set it up anywhere. Sorry.
My luck's been pretty poor with it so far anyway.
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Can I look at it?
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other photos he might find are just of the marketplace in ahnkeen. stall owners are taking down their stalls annnnd that's it. ]
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Can you remove photos from this automaton?
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It kinda spits them out?
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... You can take it and give it to whoever you want.
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[Gives it to Yuri.]
[Actually he'll sign his name on the back. Merch!]
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[ hm. wow. merch. ]
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Hm.
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actual photos only. ]