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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.
Mod breaks will run a little differently than they have in past games. There will be a three hour block starting at 4 PM EST/1 PM PST and ending at 7 PM EST/4 PM PST, where we'll be cycling one mod out at a time to take an hour long break while the other two remain to keep tags going and answer any questions players might have. We encourage players to take a break at any point during this timeframe, but the player-designated break will be at the traditional 5 - 6 PM EST time! Reference our timezones if need be.
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She has some light bandaging around her shoulder and her severed fingers. The flash burns and scrapes from last week are still present to some degree, though they have begun to heal since then. The large bruise on her back is a nasty yellow color, fading away. Meanwhile, the burn on her leg has been left unbandaged to breathe. Like the other injuries, it has healed over time.
Her right hand is missing the most of pinky and ring fingers, severed around the middle knuckle. There is a continuously bleeding cut on her arm, just dripping blood everywhere. Gross.]
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I'm taking a look, okay! Can I take a little look under your bandages?
[ Checking overall for any signs of glitter or any smell of extra blood that isn't from the effect, etc. All recovering from the cyoa? ]
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[Power may look under the bandages! She will find the stab wound from last week, and of course the still healing wound where her fingers were severed. All her wounds are consistent with a week or so of recovery, and the smell of blood is pretty much, like. Focused around the bleeding cut on her arm. Maybe a little bit on her finger stumps since that injury will take the longest.
Since she's changed out of her curfew clothes, she isn't covered in the stuff. Where is she checking for glitter?]
By the way, is someone taking care of you?
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[ As she checks her over... holds her severed hand too, your fingies... ]
Is this your weekly thing? What's this one from? [ Her arm. ] The guys you went on the trip with can confirm all this other stuff and bruising, right?
[ Glitter is being checked for on her hands and places Monika can't reach or are easily missed, like her back. But yeah Monika was in curfew group so. We shan't be surprised. Nothing hidden in her new clothes? She'll unfold them and check each one out as she's handing them back. ]
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[To be clear, the smell of blood on her fingers is extremely light. They're not actively bleeding, just taking some time for new flesh to completely cover the meat because, uh, amputation. She only got healed once. Power will get nothing from the weekly effect if she touches her severed fingers.]
There used to be a scar on my arm until this week. See? [She shakes her arm, blood dripping everywhere.] I wouldn't recommend touching it.
[There are probably some specks of glitter here and there on her body, yeah. There is nothing hidden in her clothes, though. They just look comfy.]
I'll help you out when we're done with me, then.
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[ For the sake of posterity, confirmation that it is indeed the bloody effect and not a disguised injury. ]
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She pauses, but eventually, she nods.]
Yeah, for Susato's sake. Go ahead.
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enjoy the pain!
i mean that literally. power will feel both pain and excitement when she touches the wound.
hateful.
monika is looking away fastly.]
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Okay, confirmed! Thanks!
[ Thank god she's not the type to point it out at all. ]
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You're welcome. I told you, right?
[Whew.]