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

[quiz]

I don't want to hurt anyone.

[malewife]

... I am asking if you had helped him.

[quiz]

...

I made sure to hold his hand the entire time.

[malewife]

... I had told you yesterday, if you wanted to live, circle questions for longer.

[quiz]

Hey.

[ She smiles. ]

I feel like I'm dying already. I can't stand it anymore.

[malewife]

Then are you asking to die now?

[quiz]

...

[ She nods her head. ]

Can you send a message to someone for me, though?

[arcsplainist]

—What?

[ jumping in here because hello? ]

What are you saying?! Don't—

[malewife]

I will. [ ... ] You know that the dead are coming back. If it takes days, weeks, years.

[ Because, hey, Dokja was dead for three years once! Joonghyuk doesn't know graveyard times! He pulls out his sword... ]

Do you not want to wait for him? And the rest you miss?

[yueshen]

[ oh no ]

Mr. Joonghyuk - stop.

[senjinrouha]

[ ... ]

Joonghyuk.

[escardos]

[ nervously, in a soft voice: ]

Don't do it...

[callalilies]

[ oh god. sharply. ]

Yoo Joonghyuk.

[sponsoredby]

[ He watches him, not saying anything one way or another. Waiting to see what he is planning to actually do. ]

[greatdeduction]

Mr. Joonghyuk, this is...this is not the answer.

[rerouter]

[...

She watches him pull out his sword.]

Will you do this for Dokja, or to grant her wish?

[shinetrue]

[ no...this isn't... ]

[veraltwin]

[Oh hells no. This isn't an attempt at her field bellow voice, this is straight-up her attempting to channel Yoo Joonghyuk.]

Yoo Joonghyuk. You know exactly why you can't kill her right now.

Walk away.

[voltadomar]

[Kim puts his hand on his gun holster, looking visibly worried.]

Please, don't...

[bloodread]

[ Jumps into this thread establishing Akira is close too. ]

[senjinrouha]

[ closes his eyes. ]

[yueshen]

[ .... ]

[escardos]

[ ... ]

[bloodyromance]

[He just chuckles under his breath at the irony of it all...

The things we do for love.]

Well, if it helps, I think they'll pick executing me over executing you.

[bloodread]

...

[ Punching a wall. ]