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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Comments

[rerouter]

[Her expression flickers at the mention of the, ah, park sleeping situation. But she smooths it out quickly enough.]

I would also recommend the first floor of the apartment building, and the hospitals and clinics. If someone wanted to stash their belongings or needed to patch themselves up, they could have made a stop there.

[Her voice still sucks. Please stop talking, child.]

[yueshen]

[ fuckin mood. san lang makes a quiet noise, padding over to find pygmalion to give the daemon a bump of greeting. ]

I thought the hospitals as well - and the first floor of the apartments is an excellent plan, too. Good thinking, Monika.

[ ... ] Make sure you are drinking tea often today, alright...? And if you need to say something loudly, feel free to ask...

[ fusses!!!! his MONIKA ]

[rerouter]

[Pygmalion bumps his head against San Lang, hello. And for some reason, Monika will reach over to take both of Xie Lian's hands. Will he allow it?]

Yes. We need to ask for the clothes everyone wore that night, too. You know, to visually confirm there's nothing out of place.

[Also, shhh. It's fine. She has her own cup of tea nearby, intermittently taking a sip every other sentence.]

... But, thank you.

[yueshen]

[ he will! he gives hers a light squeeze, even, reassuring, while pygmalion gets a mlem of grooming up the side of his head. henlo. ]

Yes - agreed.

[ smart thinking. ] Perhaps the Watchers would allow us to fetch them as they let us fetch any secondary weapons last week.

[rerouter]

[Pure... Monika glances down at their hands, humming — and then she smiles.]

Ahaha, I'm hoping they do. Thank you, Xie Lian.

[She squeezes his hands back, before she lets go of one hand to pull something out of her satchel. Whatever it is, she turns his other hand over and places it in the palm of his hand.]

[yueshen]

[ oh! he will take whatever this is, glancing briefly at it before nodding. ]

Of course, Monika.

[ and he will take a moment to look it over! then tuck it back into his sleeve. ] Let's solve this, shall we? We'll all have to work hard.