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.

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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Comments

[greatdeduction]

...

[He reads over it, his expression blank for the moment, simply going over its contents.]

[Before he folds it up, neatly, and gives it back to him. He whispers to him, gives him a kiss to his forehead, and then turns to leave.]

[sponsoredby]

[ Fair. Valid reaction. And he doesn't chase after him. He doesn't have the right to right now. He sighs and shoves the note back into his pocket. ]

[greatdeduction]

[Actually no, he's coming back with his gay stained purple fingers.]

[He's going to bend down to whisper something.]

[sponsoredby]

[ He debates for a long moment, taking one of his hands to look at his fingers. He's honestly debating over this hard. Then leans to lick one of Sholmes' fingers??? ]

If something happens, we're in it together now.

[ Have at it, sir. ]

[quiz]

[ ??????????????? ]

[sponsoredby]

[ Don't look at him like that. ]

[perfectdistance]

[...]

[sponsoredby]

[ what ]

[perfectdistance]

[Judgemental staring.]

[escardos]

Get a room!

[sponsoredby]

[ He looks over at that. ]

It's not like that.

[powerplay]

[ She doesn't find a problem here. ]

[sponsoredby]

[ A good daughter. ]

[yueshen]

[ xie lian wasnt sure whether to laugh or to cry ]

[sponsoredby]

[ Honestly valid??? ]

[senjinrouha]

[ the gays are at it again. ]

[sponsoredby]

[ Nothing to see here. ]

[aono]

[Weird gay activity...]

[sponsoredby]

[ Don't look at us, Rin. It's fine. ]

1/2

[greatdeduction]

[He....freezes.]

[And just stares.]

[rerouter]

[right in front of god and everyone...]

[sponsoredby]

[ Sometimes things happen. ]

2/2

[greatdeduction]

[His metal hand clenches into a fist at his side.]

I would smack you out of the gall of what you just did, my dear, but I would hardly want to stain you with this. [...] I didn't ask you to do that.

[And without another word, he's going back to the evidence.]

[sponsoredby]

[ Hm. He reaches down to pick Finley up from the floor at this point, in her rabbit form and finds a spot to sit, since he didn't have the time to say anything in return. ]

[bloodyromance]

[Kinky.]