WEEK FIVE TRIAL

[grigori]

week five: trial 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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Comments

[gregore]

[yes, that's right. the medium and small footprints (and little rabbit peets) all lead into the maze, the small footprints abruptly vanish in the middle of the maze, and the medium footprints continue on alone out of the maze, to the ice gardens.

where the small prints vanish there's a bit of a like... deeper indent in the snow, like maybe someone dug their heels in briefly.

i'll say that at the very least you can tell that all of the prints are consistent. you can get a half print of both, though the smaller ones are the most clear.

the walls look fine and ordinary, nothing out of place.]

[voltadomar]

Maybe she jumped, or...

[But is there anywhere she could have jumped to? Anything else to find if they follow where those last prints are facing?]

[senjinrouha]

[ yeah like.

is there any sign where they went? anywhere? if pravda scurries up on the walls can she see anything? ]

[gregore]

[nope! the prints just vanish, and reappear in the gardens.

it looks like this trail started on the other end of the maze, though. like the garden was the secondary location, if that makes sense, SORRY I KNOW FOOTPRINTS ARE WILD. are you heading to the other end of the maze?]

[voltadomar]

[Kim looks at Yuri and shrugs.

I guess we'll just look to see where the prints came from!]

[senjinrouha]

[ letsa go, gregio. ]

[gregore]

[neat! what you can see as you follow those prints is the hotel in the distance. the small prints, the medium prints, and the bunny prints all lead from the hotel to the ice maze. and, along the way there's an impact mark in the snow that is vaguely in the shape of a person, with a few drops of red scattered in it.

to be clear its just a like... snow angel type of mark in the snow. there's no person in it. and it's not literally a snow angel.]

[voltadomar]

Somebody fell in the snow here...?

[Does the bodyprint line up with the footprints, looking like one of these two made it? And does the blood seem to be around a particular part of the body-print -- head, torso, limbs?]

[senjinrouha]

Someone was thrown in the snow here...?

[ like what. is there a nose print? did someone just trip and eat shit in the snow? ]

[gregore]

[there - sorry, nose print really made me laugh - there's no nose print, it's not that defined. it does look like the medium prints stop for a second, the small prints shift and dig into the snow just a little deeper, and then there's the impact. yuri seems like he might have the right idea.

the blood is vaguely just in the snow print, though it does drip a few steps further before stopping.]

[voltadomar]

You might be right.

[So it looks like the smaller of the two ate shit? Or am I mixing this up?]

[senjinrouha]

... [ frowns. ]

For what though, she was already bleeding. [ i am just presuming it was susato who was thrown, but am probably wrong. ]

[gregore]

[it looks like the medium one ate shit, not the small one.

greg is sitting on kim's head. how.]

[voltadomar]

I heard she was only bleeding from the head... Maybe this is from the other one.

[Kim's Visual Calculus stat is too low for this shit.

But hi Greg. There might be some glitter up there, but you're welcome to hang out.]

Is this everything...? If they came from the hotel, that'll probably be a job for a different team. [Looking along where the prints lead from?]

[senjinrouha]

[ hang on he's looking again. now that flurry has just gone "no you're wrong" in the bracket text. ]

Maybe. She kne--knows martial arts. There's a chance she threw her attacker and ran.

[ ... he peeks up at greg. ]

What do you think Greg? Croak once for done, twice for no.

[gregore]

[no you've got it now it's fine.

greg chews on some of kim's hair contentedly.

you don't see anything else! except for the prints leading from the hotel, but kim is right, it's probably a job for a different team.

when yuri asks, greg - well, squeaks, once!]

[voltadomar]

Like what she did to Alphinaud that one time...? [Studying the prints...] That does make sense.

[Greg gets a little pat.]

Let's go give our report, then.

[senjinrouha]

Yeah. It'd give her some time to run, wouldn't it? [ hhmm.

yuri raises a hand to greg. give him a lil froggy five m'forg. ]

Alright, let's go.

[gregore]

[HIGH FIVE!!!

have fun with your report and also your dead ):]