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.

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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[ Reze doesn't have anything to add.

She simply looks down at the jacket she had used to carry the sword, now smeared with blood. Holding it close to her chest, she'll just... find a place to sit. ]

[ ... :( ]

Is there aught that may help, Reze? Something to drink, perhaps?

[ You have made a grave mistake approaching her, Alphi.

She reaches up to grab him by his shirt and pull him down with withheld strength. She just needs one good honest kiss, releasing a breath once she's done; her voice is a little hoarse after she had... screamed. ]

Yeah.

[ CASUALLY LIKE SHE DIDN'T DO THAT IN FRONT OF GOD AND EVERYONE. ]

[ Snrk. ]

What he said was true...

[ holy shit??????? ]

[ Yeah that sure did just happen in front of god and everyone. He's surprised one moment and under normal circumstances he'd be a little flustered about this, but.

Ahem. Perhaps, in spite of that, he does genuinely return it. Move along folks, nothing to see here. And once they do pull back, Alphinaud gives a short pause, and a little nod. ]

I'll get some tea for you.

[ NOTHING TO SEE HERE, FOLKS ]