chasma | WEEK SIX TRIAL

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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[ looks into pockets:

- coin (2)
- notebook
- pencil
- his sword
- cane
- two marbles
- a feather made of golden Dust
- friendship bracelets (one more than last week)
- a photo
- letters (4)

At this moment, he's reading one of the letters. ]

It is ridiculous how this perception filter works. Kim Dokja left me with some of his items.

[ Mm. ]

Letters for Xie Lian, Reze, and Kijima Akira.

[ oh...

he will reach his hand out for the letter...]

Ah... thank you, Mr. Joonghyuk.

[ Here you go. You may bother Zetsu for it. ]

[ She's still holding her cup of tea, having barely touched it.

Wordlessly, she'll reach her free hand out to take her letter. ]

[ This is your letter now. ]

[ She reads it and just

squeezes the cup in her hand so hard it shatters. Pieces of glass shattering on the floor, sharper ends biting into her skin -- she looks tired more than anything else. ]

Reze!

[ flat will run over to her side, clearly concerned. ]

You hurt yourself...

It's okay --

[ Her knuckles are white, blood dripping from between her fingers. ]

I'm okay.

It's okay to be sad.

[ he'll just...pat her head a bit and look at her hands. ]

Do you need help getting them bandaged?

[ Nods her head. ]

Let me ask one of the Watchers.

Thanks.

[ he'll come back with a first aid kit, to help her bandage her hands ]

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[ ah. from where xie lian is reading his own letter - his expression flashes with something, and after a moment, he reaches over and squeezes reze's shoulder once, then kneels down to pick up some of the glass. ]

Sorry.

[ She's got shards of glass in her hand, but she's dipping down to help pick up. ]

You don't need to apologize.

[ weh. :c

he doesn't mind the help, though - very careful in picking up the pieces of glass. ]

...he has a way with words, doesn't he?

The second I see him again I'm lunging at him.

[ HELL...O? A sigh. We will clean these wounds up. ]

[ Thank you, father. ]

...

[ Reaches out for the letter. ]

[ Here you go, son. ]

[ Akira reads it over several times, his fist clenching around the letter, crumpling it. Then he lets out a breath, unfolds it carefully, and puts it into his pocket. ]

[ I FORGOT BUT HE HAS HIS POCKET WATCH TODAY TOO

sometimes you copy and paste from the past trial ]

[ pocket watch noted up here! ♥ but kaeya will just. smile at the plethora of friendship bracelets he's seeing today? that's pretty warm despite the absolute insanity that's been going on over the past few weeks. he'll take stock of things in his notebook before nodding at him. ]

Mind if I pat you down?

[ His notebook is all written in Korean. ]

Fine.