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

PURPLE SUBSTANCE CHECK

[greatdeduction]

[Hi. He's back. Your resident evidence licker. Feel free to throw tomatoes. He's just a bit sullen. Taste nasty. :/]

I had an ability that allows me to find out more information regarding an object. Unfortunately, it involves licking the very thing. The purple substance on the doorway of the hospital and Miss Scheherazade's feet is a mixture of oil paints and gentian violet. I believe that is an antiseptic and antifungal dye.

But most importantly....I learned that this substance was involved with a trap. We need to keep this in mind going forward - and I wonder why the same substance was seen in both locations as it was. It is worth noting.

[sponsoredby]

[ Someone's over here listening to this, but he doesn't actually say anything. Holding rabbit Finley in his lap. ]

[greatdeduction]

[Going over to sit next to him for the moment, thinking over the information, but sulking all the same.]

[sponsoredby]

[ He's not going to say anything when Sholmes comes over to sit by him, but doesn't pull away from him, either. ]

[greatdeduction]

...

[He reaches out his metal hand to just put on top of his hand.]

[sponsoredby]

[ He looks down at the hand. Not pulling away, but he might lean just a little bit against Sholmes in return to that. ]

[greatdeduction]

[...]

[He'll take that hand to kiss the back of it.]

[sponsoredby]

[ He allows him to do that, still very quiet.

But Finley moves on Kotetsu's lap, nosing very lightly at Sholmes' leg, but not crawling over on him. ]

[perfectdistance]

[He's. He has no idea how to be about this, but he thinks he settles on upset.

Why you gotta lick.

Disce yowls at him, but also rubs against his legs.]

[greatdeduction]

[He just looks tired.]

That's what the ability required....

[perfectdistance]

[He sighs heavily.]

Feather?

[greatdeduction]

[He nods.]

[He even shows his coin. It has six feathers now.]

[perfectdistance]

[Disce more aggressively headbutts her head against Sholmes.]

Figures...

[He still doesn't like it, but he gets it.]

[greatdeduction]

...

[He sighs. Irene at his side in hare form also seems to let out a little sigh of her own.]

[Sholmes just reaches down to pet Disce once. Calm down, girl.]

[senjinrouha]

Why are these abilities like this?

[greatdeduction]

Well, one can blame Rameel for this particular one.

[senjinrouha]

...

Of course it was Rameel.

[ rameel you moron. ]

[escardos]

Maybe the killers crossed paths at one point?

[greatdeduction]

Perhaps? It is odd, though, that the stain was on the sliding rail of the doors to the hospital, but nowhere else...

If Miss Scheherazade was at the hospital, and got purple stain on the bottom of her feet, surely one would have seen footprints?

[yueshen]

[ ah...

he taps sholmes on the arm and leans over to whisper. ]

[greatdeduction]

[...Ah.]

[He nods at that.]

[yueshen]

[ pats him gently on the arm. ]

[greatdeduction]

[Before the cherry blossom storm, at least, he just looks. So exhausted.]

[escardos]

Ahhh, that... makes sense? But Mister Nero said that she was dragged from somewhere. What if she was dragged from the hospital? No, that doesn't make much sense either, does it?

[perfectdistance]

All the way from the hospital...?

[That's a hell of a distance to cover.]

There was gold dust falling from a nearby tree. I think that's where she fell from.