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WEEK SIX TRIAL
week six: trial
life's a squeeze
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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There's a few.
[ She'll pick up another, coming over to him.
But the game's afoot, as he said! She'll quickly come to his side. ]
It looks familiar.
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suriel doesn't follow the two, instead moving to pick up one of the remaining feathers for themselves. ]
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[local man's CYOA arrives later than KDJ's cool demon wing CYOA appearance and Has No Idea]
[He looks back at Suriel.]
Are you alright, my dear?
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[ She looks back to Suriel, her lips pressed together into a line. ]
It's definitely Dokja's. If I'm right then the trail heads towards the hospital... [ Her heart sinks at what that would assume, trying hard to swallow the lump in her throat. ] We should consider making it our next stop, too.
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[ their fox gives a little whine and presses closer to their heel. they can't influence these two that much, so... ]
...Just let me know which way you want to go.
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[He lets out a sigh.]
Hospital...yes, that would make sense. I would go towards the hospital, first. Then we can head towards the library. I can't say which one...may be the end result of these events.
[He will start to head in that direction.]
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Okay. [ She nods her head. ] Yeah.
[ To the hospital they'll go! ]
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as they go, they'll notice another blood trail heading this way. more splotches, at first, but gradually they seem to take a more coherent shape, forming a word here or there. the trail leads them to the hospital, where the automatic doors open as they approach.
step inside, and something drips on sholmes' head. ]
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[A nice hospital lobby. He wonders if the man went here to get healed, and...]
[He has a hat, but he definitely feels whatever dripped on him.]
[Pausing, he....takes the chance, looking up.]
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Are they all splotches? Are there any indications of the blood being dragged or any signs of blood that isn't on the floor?
Once inside she'll notice Sholmes' looking up and peers up as well. ]
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but since they're just snippets, that's all they'll find. there are no indications of someone being dragged and no blood mentioned anywhere else so this is all you get.
smash cut back to the hospital, and when they look up, they'll see that ceiling sholmes is dead.
no. there's nothing on the ceiling. i should have clarified, the dripping happened right as he stepped through the door. but if he's looking at the door, he'll see that something has been smeared all along the door's slide railing. it drips very slowly, like it's starting to dry out. ]
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[Ah. That's bizarre. Is it blood? He's focusing his goggles in on it, following it over the slide railing. Is it anywhere else?]
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What is it?
[ Are there any signs of more blood or words leading them through the hospital? ]
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since reze is checking, there are more blood and words leading into the hospital, and it's more of the same - no full sentences, just half-finished thoughts leading down a hallway.
the staff gives them suspicious looks as they just waltz in here, but it's visiting hours, so as long as they know where they're going... ]
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[Can he take a piece of paper to try to rub some of it off? What is it the consistency? Thick? Ink-like in nature? And it's nowhere else, like on the door itself?]
[He'll join Reze in a minute after this.]
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Following the trail of blood, she looks to the staff with an apologetic expression. ]
Sorry, sorry -- [ She turns back to the older man. ] Dad! Hurry up!
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sholmes can collect some of the purple stuff! it's a thick consistency, kind of like paint, and can't be found anywhere beyond the door.
the blood trail leads up to a room, marked unoccupied, though the door is closed. ]
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[HUFFS!!!]
[He's just playing along, though, folding away the purple stuff before turning to follow Reze.]
[And oh...a closed door. Sholmes blinks, and...]
I see...I see-! A closed door! This never stopped a great detective like me, before! Stand aside, my dear! I'll take care of this in but a moment-!
[he is]
[going to kick open the door]
[i hate him]
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[ SHE'S SO OFFENDED? HELLO?
She also doesn't expect him to just kick the door down!? As much as he talks about boxing, he's never done anything so --
What's behind the door? ]
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it's dark, but they can see a person in the middle of the room, sitting in the visitor's chair with their wings trailing on the floor. the point of a sword sticks out of their chest, dripping blood onto the tile.
kim dokja is dead. ]
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[What.....was that?]
[Sholmes steps in, feeling chilled. Those sounds. Metal against flesh.]
[He stares at Kim Dokja, before shakily lifting the walkie talkie.]
W-we found him. Mr. Dokja, dead. There were...there were blood trails in the Star Circle we followed to the hospital. And there...there seems to have been some sort of mechanism set up in a hospital room that activated when I opened the door that...may have put a sword in the man's chest.
[A sigh.]
More information to come.
[Is there a light switch anywhere?]
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There's a chill in the air, goosebumps rising in her skin as the sound of flesh being pierced hits her ears. Reze wanted to believe that she would be prepared for what was to come, but she isn't -- nothing could have warned her for this outcome.
Sorry if anyone hears her in the background of the walkie talkie, because Reze just
screams. A full on Vera Farmiga scream, long and extended.
Sorry, father #3, give her a second. ]
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doing so reveals that kim dokja has been tied to this chair, and the sword has been tied to some... other very complicated mechanism that was not explained in the murder doc but is somehow connected to the door. don't ask questions, i'm not smart enough for that.
after so many trials, though, they may be able to recognize the sword as kim dokja's own. ]
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[The scream pierces through him - he winces, just because of the sound, but his look is nothing but sympathetic as he looks at Reze, then back at the dead body.]
I'm so sorry, Miss Reze. [And a murmur to himself:] What sort of...monstrosity is this?
[He will take a look over the mechanism, frowning, and will carefully step towards Kim's body after hearing the crackle of the words over the walkie talkie. He reaches over to press his fingers against the man's neck. Of course, he's dead, but...is he still warm?]
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She leaves the room briefly, and the air there still feels tight. Constricting her from getting a proper breath, but she'll at least try to take this time post her panic to look down the hallway to ensure she didn't attract any staff members.
She returns, still cradling herself --
Is the sword still tied to the rope? She... doesn't want to look at the body for long, so she'll examine the rest of the room. Is there any sign of a struggle? ]
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