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

[bloodread]

[ Greg is doing his best. Noting that Akira has gloves on like always, but can he look inside the notebook or the bundle of letters or is that for the evidence top-level?]

[gregore]

[it looks like there was writing on the cake, but it's cut so that all you can see that's left is a very fancy SUS it's next to some pretty, delicate, icing cherry blossoms.

as for the notebook and bundle of letters, that'd be for the evidence top-level! greg squeaks angrily, and there's a like, shifting noise from under the table.]

[lefthandpath]

"Susato"...?

[but which part of the table is the shifting noise coming from?

Allen's looking under his part of it.]

[bloodread]

[ Looking over to Allen briefly. ]

Yeah, that sounds right. [ I forgot to say that Nagako is also around Akira's shoulders in her mamushi form, doing her best to make sure Greg is secure. He'll grab the notebook, pen and letter bundle and then crouch to see what's got Greg spooked. ]

[gregore]

[thank u nagako, the real hero.

allen doesn't find the shifting noise under his table, but he does find a crumpled up napkin. he also sees the plates with the cake on them on the table itself, again, as he bends down.

akira, on the other hand, crouches, and finds a pile of furs! it shifts, and greg squeals. a beat. and the furs makes a noise.

mrow?]

[lefthandpath]

[HE WILL NOT EAT. THE CAKE.

... yet.



this is cruel and unusual punishment!

but he picks up the napkin to see if there's anything in it.]

[bloodread]

Why the hell is there a cat here!? [ Akira is just gonna try to grab the cat by its scruff cause he is not a pet person and this cat is evidence probably. ]

[gregore]

[well, allen looks in the napkin and finds spat out chocolate cake in it. there's the faint letter A on it that he can make out.

also akira just grabs this poor cat from the depths of the furs, and it gives akira a very alarmed look, or as much of one as cats can. this poor cat's reaction is just a big, mournful mroowwww... and sad eyes.

greg is not having it he's under nagako. cats are a no.]

[lefthandpath]

[guess the spat out cake is going along with the rest of the evidence.

ALSO,]

Either this cake was poisoned, or someone had the strong suspicion it was--Miss Susato more than likely.

[SEE, STOMACH? THE CAKE WAS A LIE.]

[bloodread]

...I have a cat. [ Noted about the cake though. He is just going to carry the cat back like this unless Allen takes it from him bc how do even if he was a cat last week, smh.

Is there anything else around the table while he has the cat? ]

[gregore]

[well, you're both having this lovely conversation, and wagahai has spotted greg. there's silence, for a second, and then a yowl as wagahai wriggles out of akira's hand and launches himself at the frog. greg, squeaking at top volume, catapults off akira's shoulder, and zooms off across the room, launching himself up to the table that allen is looking at, rattling past the two plates with two pieces of chocolate cake on them.

he then zooms off the table and off into the distance. wagahai gives chase! ganba cat...

there's nothing else around the table akira is at.]

[lefthandpath]

Where would a cat even come from--?

[AND WHY ARE ALL CATS LIKE THIS?

Allen's climbing out from under the table to make sure the cake hasn't been TOO DISTURBED and even checking on those plates and the cake pieces on them.]

[bloodread]

I don't—shit! [ And there goes the critters... have they run completely out of the room or can Akira corner them in the dining room. ]

[gregore]

[thankfully, the plates are still in place.

one plate, directly above where he found the napkin, has a piece of cake that is picked over. just a couple of bites missing. the icing on this one says RIP in lovely cursive letters.

the other plate, on the other side of the table, is far more eaten. mostly chocolate cake crumbs are left behind!

and as for the creatures, they've run out of the room entirely.]

[lefthandpath]

[...................................................





jesus christ.

but okay, gathering up the cake.]

Did we get everything?

[bloodread]

I think so, we need to get back. [ He has the items he grabbed before still and he will look to see if he can't find greg on the way out :(. ]