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.

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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Comments

[gregore]

[normally, i'd drag this out, but y'all are pressed for time. so!

wow, there's nothing! it's pretty nice in here, but there's nothing suspicious in this room.]

[yueshen]

[ nothing at all? no signs of glitter anywhere, just to be sure? ]

Let's split up so we can cover more ground, Mr. Kotetsu - between the rooms. We can make quicker work of them, that way. I can take this one. I think we can skip Miss Power's, since the evidence on her - the glitter - was planted, but let's check all the others to be sure.

[ he's especially checking the floor from the room, and the hallway itself for shinies.

also in the closety area if there was one idr im not looking rn. the bathroom area, too? no glitter? ]

[sponsoredby]

Yeah, probably for the best.

I'll got check Kim Kitsuragi's room.

[ Since he has coin. He'll be dashing off to do that. ]

[gregore]

[there is noooothing in sche's room. no glitter, no shinies. nothing.

off kotetsu goes to check kim kitsuragi's room. also nothing here. neat, easy.]

[yueshen]

[ nice onto the next one

time to check uhh nero and yjh, then! what's up with their room! also i guess he has his walkie. he is checking for glitter obvs and checking the bathroom and closet area of each place. ]

[sponsoredby]

[ He'd double check things, but if it's all clear, he's running to Spike's room next. ]

[gregore]

[still nothing! maybe like, a hint of gay activity still hangs in the air or something, but nero and yjh's room is clean.

spike's room is also clean. well, of evidence, anyway, idk his life.]

[bloodyromance]

[there's a lamp that he stole fair and square from a dollar store.]

[yueshen]

[ disgusting!

let's try rochalizo? ]

[sponsoredby]

[ Even if XL said to skip Power, he's going to check anyway. ]

[gregore]

[power's room is cle-- it's probably not clean. clear, though.]

rochalizo's room is... quiet. lonely, even.

there are blankets, comforters, and all sorts of cozy, warm things pulled out and put around the room in a sort of blanket fort like manner. at the foot of the bed are some clothes.]

[powerplay]

[ Bahaha it's trash. Within Kaeya's allowance. There is a cat there that she stole from the woods fair and square.

No weapons but there is a peg leg. ]

[yueshen]

[ ...

realization hits xie lian like a brick.

san lang, who has been in qilin form, makes a low, unhappy noise. and... he just kind of stares at the mess for a moment, and makes his way over to check the clothes and the blanket fort.

over his shoulder, he calls: ] ...Mr. Kotetsu. [ and then begins to look. ]

[sponsoredby]

[ He'll come running at being called out to, coming to the room. ]

What's going on...?

[gregore]

[the blanket fort seems nice! there are couple of places where it looks like someone was curled up sleeping. it gets cold here, you know? all the ice. but having people with you can be comforting.

the clothes on the edge of the bed are neatly folded: a black cape, and some pants. there is a sword, and shoes, nearby the edge of the bed.]

[yueshen]

[ xie lian looks.

so sad. are the clothes susato's? does the sword look familiar? he will carefully pick up the clothing and the blade.

is there glitter? ]

[sponsoredby]

We should get that back immediately and check...

[ His voice sounds pretty hollow about that. But also, looking around at the things there. ]

[gregore]

[the clothes might look familiar! not really susato's size, but like, yeah, you've probably seen these before. the sword is sheathed!

there's something shiny on the hem of the pants.]

[yueshen]

[ ...

he will take the sword, and unsheathe it. ]

[sponsoredby]

[ He walks to check the shiny on the pants. ]

[gregore]

[there's a sharp smell of iron, as he unsheathes the sword. there's blood, both on the blade and inside the sheath.

the shiny on the pants hem is silvery-white. kind of glittery, you might say.]

[yueshen]

[ ...

he shoves the blade back into its sheath with a defiant shing noise, then sucks in a deep, sharp breath. holds it there, holds perfectly, perfectly still.

your willingness to understand people, no matter how ugly the world is. ]

... I think we've seen enough. We need to get these back. Quickly.

[sponsoredby]

[ He nods softly. ]

Yes, let's get back.

[ He'll... take the pants, but really. Only the sword is probably needed. ]

[gregore]

[there's also a cape and shoes... but yes, take what you'd like.

wagahai is curled up right outside of rochalizo's door, with those big, sad soulful eyes. he watches them, refusing to budge, as they leave.]