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.

Voting is mandatory in Chasma, acting as our activity check for the week. Please ensure that you've submitted your vote before 9 PM EST/6 PM PST, unless you've spoken with the mods previously, as we'll begin tallying votes on the dot.

If there's anything that you need from us, IC or OOC, please let us know how we can help!

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TIME'S UP

[grigori]

the final verdict
and when the final vote is counted

 

 

The final seconds tick by and then there's a loud gong that rings from the clock somewhere indicating that everyone's time is up and that it's time for the Watchers to act. In unison, they'll rise from where they stand and move to the center of the stage. As they face everyone, there is a chorus of voices that sing out:

Spike. You have been deemed Guilty of the murder of Scheherazade. Those who are Guilty must be punished for the crimes committed. And while you have voted correctly, Allen, Flat, Kotetsu, and Power were almost judged for the actions of another. Reze, you have been spared by the grace of the votes, though you were caught in your crimes.

Additionally, Spike voted for himself - for that, you will be punished.

Just like that, the voices go silent. Spike will have a brief moment to address the remaining population before the Watchers begin to move towards Spike, their daemons making sure that there is no resistance.

[bloodyromance]

[Welp. He chuckles, bringing a cigarette out and lighting it up.]

Well, it's been fun. To whomever made me vote for myself, fuck you.

[He spares a glance at Alisaie, Power, Rin, Flat, ...Kaeya, then turns and looks up at the sky, waiting for his punishment.]

Guess I'll see you all tomorrow.

[powerplay]

That shouldn't even count then?!

[ CURSE VOTE? ]

[bloodyromance]

It will.

[powerplay]

[ ... ]

You suck. I -- [ 'hate you', she'd say, out of pettiness.

But it's honesty week. ]

I don't want you to go.

[rerouter]

Oh, jeez... To add insult to injury.

[CURSE VOTE...]

[bloodyromance]

Right? Low blow, even for me.

[rerouter]

I guess someone really wanted to dig in the knife.

[greatdeduction]

W-What?

[Sparing a glance around like ???]

What...who would...

[WHO WOULD DO THIS????]

[bloodyromance]

[He shrugs.]

I don't know. Doesn't really matter.

[bloodread]

Go fuck yourself.

[ Heyy those stupid shoes? Turns out you move pretty fast with them so here comes Akira to just straight up deck Spike. ]

[malewife]

[ THIS MAY AS WELL HAPPEN! ]

[rerouter]

[THE BOYS ARE FIGHTINGGGG]

[bloodyromance]

[Spike sees this and quirks a smile in amusement, raising an arm to block the attack and using the distraction to just punch Akira right across the jaw. Hope your skates give you good balance, sir.]

Well, that was clever, wasn't it? I'll be dead tomorrow, you bloody idiot, no need to jump in line to join me.

[bloodread]

You really think I was trying to fucking kill you? You'd be dead if I was.

[ The balance on these skates are an entire thing, try riding up walls with them it's a time. Anyway he won't go for another punch but he doesn't fall on his ass so much as slides. ]

[veraltwin]

[She's been standing with her hands curled into fists since the announcement was made; she was going to hit him for voting for himself...

But she relaxes at his words.]

If you'd done that of your own accord, I would have had to hurt you.

We'll speak more after this.

[This isn't over yet, Spike.]

[bloodyromance]

I'd have deserved it too.

[He smiles soft. And between punching Akira and getting punished, he gives her a gentle hug.]

'Course we will, love. And besides, I'll be back before you know it.

[veraltwin]

[DON'T YOU'LL EMBARRASS HER

...but fuck it, it's honesty week, he's getting a hug back. This one's not gentle though.]

You'd better be. I'll come find you and drag you back myself if I have to.

[sponsoredby]

[ He looks at Spike, not even sure what to say here anyway. But that cursed to vote... ]

That was unnecessary. The curse.

[quiz]

[ that's fucked up even to reze ]

[senjinrouha]

[ yikes. ]

[aono]

[Spike your impressionable teens (and Kaeya).

Rin looks so upset right now, but he's standing strong.]

I'm coming to see you before then.

[bloodyromance]

Lookin' forward to the visit, kid.

[callalilies]

[ he'll catch that glance, hold it as long as he allows before turning his gaze down to polaris who sits and watches quietly as well. ]

I'll see you tonight.

THAT'S ALL, FOLKS

[grigori]

[ once spike has said his piece, the celestials will move to collect him and his daemon. but before they surround him, the punishment will be enacted. erastis is gripped suddenly in a vice, something that feels so powerful he will lose his footing underneath him, vision going dark. after a moment, it starts to return, but spike finds that his sense of balance is completely gone.

once he is surrounded, the watchers slip out of the state they've entered upon speaking the final verdict.

baraqiel is silent and severe, their daemon having slipped away from where it was amongst the group to flank erastis as a tiger. shamsiel's hands are clasped tightly in front of them as the offer a look torn between gratitude and heartache and give a polite bow before moving on. suriel's wings droop with fatigue, squirrel daemon curled into their hood, but they offer a tired smile. ] Your hard work paid off. Now let's make sure this is the last time this has to happen.

[ the group makes their way to the jail, where he'll be in solitary confinement awaiting any visitors.

volunteers for execution are open! please do not volunteer if you are unable to be around for the entirety of execution. additionally, the watchers will be available for audiences tonight. ]