WEEK SIX TRIAL

[grigori]

week six: trial life's a squeeze

19 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 a courthouse, north of the library, 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 one of the courtrooms for your arrival are Shamsiel, Suriel, and Baraqiel. Some evidence tables have been brought in and arranged, 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 already have hot tea, takeout containers from various places around the city set out and perpetually warm (or cool, as needed), and some first aid kits for the more unfortunate to come in feeling a little under the weather. Come noon, once everyone is within the room, they'll find that the doors close and lock behind them.

Suriel stands to one side, hands clasped as if ready to say a prayer, wings tucked close. They have no smiles to offer today. "This should be the last time. Let's do what we can, so they won't have to wait for long to see you again."

"Right, as tired as all of you have become, there's an end in sight from all of this." Words that Shamsiel offers as a means to improve the mood some. They stand with a hand pressed to their chest while the other clenches at their side.

Baraqiel is quiet for a moment, seated on the judge's bench - not at it, on the edge of it, with wings and cloak spilling back on the other side as they survey the group gathered. The juror's stand is empty, and so is the audience seating. Everyone can fill in where they need to, or want to, for the next nine hours. "A-Qing and Scheherazade were Temporals. Kim Dokja was a Celestial. This is the final stretch - but that doesn't mean you can halfass it. Let's go."

Every hour that passes, they'll be able to hear a grand clock chiming from somewhere within the courthouse. The pressure's on—good luck.

Trial start

Court is now in session. Welcome, everyone, to our seventh 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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Investigations

[grigori]

[ once a request has been made, one of the watchers will take you (and whoever else is coming with you) to the location in question. ]

STAR CIRCLE (AND...?)

[grigori]

[ suriel escorts them out to star circle, where it looks like a tornado blew through. chairs and tables have been upended, loose items and trash have gone flying and been tossed every which way, windows are broken, billboards destroyed. ]

Watch your step, okay?

[greatdeduction]

...Oh, goodness.

[This is...a sight.]

[He'll flip his goggles on to step through the wreckage. Anything stand out? Shiny? BLOOD?]

Be careful, Miss Reze. Someone had quite a time, here.

[quiz]

You don't gotta tell me twice.

[ She's carefully, just going to... move around. Noooo the billboard for top pop group WHITE GREEN looks so deflated.

Are there any items that may stick out as out of place? Or could it all basically be equivalent to... trash. Kicks a can. ]

It's almost like when shark boy went flying.

[grigori]

[ it's mostly just trash! there's a lot of glass and trash, some things from the stores nearby might have flown out. the billboard mascot that appeared earlier this week is gone ):

but since sholmes is looking, he'll see traces of blood peaking through the trash, coming from direction of the library.

as she plays the saddest game of kick the can, reze may find a feather. ]

[greatdeduction]

Blood...

[He's squatting, goggles whirring to zoom in...that's no good. He'll shift things aside to see - are they splotches? A trail of blood?]

Miss Reze, it seems like the spots are going towards the library. Let us head that way. Have you found anything?

[quiz]

[ She squats down, picking up the feather and examining it. What color is it? ]

I found a feather -- from the world's fattest pigeon, maybe.

[ She stands up after pocketing the feather. ]

That's all I could find, though, since everything's a mess. We should just head to the next spot... you said the library?

[grigori]

[ splotches... there's no perfect trail in this part of the plaza, probably because of whatever caused this mess in the first place? y'all messy.

the feather is black, but shimmers with starlight. there are a few others like it nearby, further away from the blood. ]

[greatdeduction]

A feather? Is that the only one?

[Odd. He'll frown over his shoulder, before moving aside more things, just to see if there's anything underneath the Mess.]

[But he nods.]

Yes, the library seems to be the destination. The game's afoot, my dear.

PARK

[grigori]

[ baraqiel will lead the way southwest from the courthouse, past the library from the back, to head to the park.

the first sign of anything amiss, once the watcher is within range to dispel any of the dust obscuring things, is... smoke rising up from an inner portion of the park. it smells like smoldering. hm, fun.

onwards? ]

[perfectdistance]

Fire?

[He has never had a good day in his entire life.

Time to head towards the fire.

Disce sniffs the air in her mole form, if she can even pick anything out beyond the smoke.]

[sponsoredby]

[ Directly heading there as well to look around, eyes scanning the area for anything that's out of place aside from possible fire, too. Of course, that's most important, but... ]

Hopefully things didn't burn up in there.

[grigori]

It seems to have died down, anyways.

[ baraqiel follows along behind them, as per usual. disce will mostly just detect smoke, and greenery, with nothing else too off smell-wise. the fire is in a further section of the park, and thankfully doesn't encompass much more than that spot, even if there's visible smoke rising in the air as well.

kotetsu, looking around for anything out of place, will see that someone is... asleep? under a tree, visible from the path they're on but a little out of the way. ]

[perfectdistance]

It's been a day already.

[He will continue going towards the fire- slightly relieved that they aren't smelling burning flesh.]

[sponsoredby]

[ ...Well. He's going directly over to the sleeping(?) person to check on them. See who it is. Finley walking with him over there. ]

[grigori]

[ no burning flesh! but while kotetsu wanders off, nero gets to see... another person sleeping in the park? they don't look nearly as comfortable as the one that his companion is heading towards, especially since they're a stone's throw away from the fire.

he can't make out who it is until he gets closer.

kotetsu... kotetsu finds a-qing. she looks incredibly peaceful, actually, eyes closed and hands folded. maybe don't disturb her? ]

[perfectdistance]

[He closes his eyes for just a moment. Truly this competition is a hateful thing.

Okay. He is approaching the "sleeping body".

Who is this?]

GREAT HEIGHTS

[grigori]

[ baraqiel doesn't hang out in the lobby, and instead moves to head up the staircase - one by one by one, they only stop when they get to the door to the fourth floor, waiting on the landing and glancing up the stairs to the next floor. ]

So far, you have coins to a room on each floor, save the sixth with two. Where do you want to begin?

[voltadomar]

[Kim glances at Akira.]

I would suggest Miss Scheherazade's room. She often stays there on Thursdays.

[bloodread]

Yeah, she was always staying alone.

[ When you mean to finally fix that and then get dragged off... f. ]

[grigori]

[ baraqiel nods, and their watcher leads them up another flight, heading to the fifth floor and opening that door to allow them through.

fortunately, they'll notice something right away! even from the staircase, a door halfway down the hallway has been ripped almost off its hinges and is opened in such a way that results in it being cocked in the doorway. ]

[voltadomar]

Well then. Maybe we didn't need the coin after all...

[Xie Lian touched boobs for nothing.

Okay, they're gonna get closer. This is Room 08, correct? How's this door looking? Any other damage on it, on either side or along the edges? Anything on the floor around it?]

[bloodread]

Fucking— [ Have you wonder where Akira's temper has gone because there it is and there is him punching a wall (away from room 08!). This is fine.

Akira's going to take a moment cause he probably should not destroy evidence and crouch down to the floor on his knees. While he's here, anything on the floor/ground? ]

[grigori]

[ nothing on the floor/ground for akira to find, but baraqiel does stay with him until he's prepared to move on.

kim can still investigate the door - and it is room 08, yes. they should all be aware that the doors open inwards, as one would expect a residential door to be. this one is barely hanging on by a thread, having been ripped off the hinges, so there's some splintered wood from the frame on the ground.

but there's a smudge of blood clearly left behind by a hand on the door. ]

[voltadomar]

[Kim waits a few moments, watching Akira quietly... and then moves on.]

Did someone kick in the door...?

[Sholmes did it. Pack it up, boys. We gottem.

Anyway, is the smudge of blood hand-shaped? What side of the door is it on, and whereabouts? As they step inside, anything obviously amiss with the apartment from what they can see?]