WEEK ONE: EXECUTION

[hellscapes]

Hello, deadlings.

Ha. Ha ha.

Yesterday was a wild chain of events, wasn't it? Nine hours is a long time to work, but you solved the case and voted for the correct culprit. Lucky you. But the weekend "fun" isn't over just yet.

On Sunday morning, you'll soon hear a sound coming from the dock. There's a large ferry waiting for you, and even if you resist you'll eventually find yourself compelled to climb aboard and set off on a short voyage. The islands around you look fairly blurry, but you don't go very far before you stop at a slab of land with two large buildings stationed. You won't be able to look at the one on the right now, the one you've come to know as the trial bar. Instead, your feet navigate you to the building on the left as the door creaks open. On your way in, you notice some posters hung beside the door, advertising today's event.

Inside is a bar. It's pretty swanky in comparison to the others you've seen, tables and chairs arranged comfortably for everyone to have a seat and spread out however they'd like. The bar is fully stocked with all kinds of alcohol along with an arrangement of bar food for anyone who's feeling a bit peckish. At the head of the room, there appears to be a stage washed in red lights with a wide area for performances.

At a table in the corner all six demons are gathered around.

-Bloody Mary and Midori are seated together, staring intensely at the stage.
-Blue Hawaiian and Malibu Sunset are draped over each other, phones in hand and slightly covered by Cosmopolitan.
-Rosé is seated nearby, looking impatient.

As you find your seats and get yourself something to drink, darkness begins to fill the bar and a banner unfurls over the stage.

TODAY'S PERFORMER:
FOUR
10AM
Enjoy the show

No matter where you look, you will find that Four is not amongst you. But there isn't time to look further before the lights dim and the curtains draw.

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EXECUTION

[hellscapes]

[ as darkness settles around the room and the red lights glow brighter, two figures walk across the stage. the lights adjust, making it difficult to see who they are at first, but a soft shimmer appears around the area to create an impenetrable barrier.

whatever's about to happen...well, the audience may look, but they can't touch. ]

[forefall]

[ one of the most problematic things about four is that her combat style doesn't revolve around weapons like swords or scissors or chakrams or whatever else her sisters use. she bashes heads in with her fists and her feet. it's very unfortunate that she doesn't wait for the lights to settle or for her eyes to adjust.

she charges at whoever it is without even waiting to see, prime to land a solid kick at the person's head. it doesn't matter who it is to four because if she's going to die no matter the outcome, she may as well go out trying to take out as many people as she can.

when she told everyone to rot in hell, she meant that everyone should stay a good and long time. ]

[engineers]

[ have you noticed who's missing yet, audience? have you counted the people? surely, the room feels a little bit darker than it did last week.

well, why wouldn't it?

because when four comes flying out of the lights and the stage lights flare, it's not a shadowy person or a monster. the shadows from last week have yet to come into play. no, instead - instead, the person that four immediately launches at is a young man in a suit with a brown jacket and dark, curly hair. that is to say, when the lights fall on the stage entirely, lu bixing has exactly enough time to take a jerking, dancelike step backwards by some sheer instinct of survivability and dodge out of the way of the booted foot coming directly at his head. his height might be his only advantage here, as he jerks backwards and narrowly manages to avoid falling on his ass from an assault that he knows is going to be completely, utterly relentless, and it's all lu bixing can do to throw up an arm to block whatever attack comes next with his forearm and yell out - ]

Four!

[ half in desperation, half in the holy shit oh god manner of panic you have to, when you've got the tiniest terminator in the world and her entire, heartbreakingly brutal killing intent focused entirely on you.

showtime! ]

PEANUT GALLERY

[hellscapes]

[ Your reactions go here. There's space to sit back and enjoy the performance, and while the doors are closed you really could leave if you absolutely wanted. But will you...? You can't leave to interfere with the stage or the ongoings that are occurring, but with a little push you can slip through the exit any time after it starts. ]

[bookpapers]

[lavi is dressed as usual, sans headband and scarf. his hair is just flopping into his eyepatch. he doesn't sit this time, just standing near the back.

he looks tired, but alert -- especially when Four immediately charges across the stage?? WHO IS THE OTHER PERSON????? WHO????????]

[toyska]

[Childe is also here, standing nearby, in the back as well. Like last week, he's got his arm crossed and a neutral expression on his face. Mini Seelie pops out of existence as soon as Four goes barreling across the stage, but Childe just watches, unmoving.]

[voidshift]

[thanks he hates this!

he's kind of lingering back here too, tense, like he'd been deciding whether he was going to bother to watch or not, but. he hasn't made a move.]

[refate]

[ kon is here, with yoru - he's got some kind of black build-a-bub top on, but it's hard to see what it is since he appears to be in sleep mode against his shoulder at the moment.

and he just watches four yeet herself across the stage before anyone even knows who the fuck is there. softly, but with feeling: ] Jesus.

[selfdestructs]

[ hewwo

her eyes haven't fully adjusted yet, to see the other person, but there goes four. ]

She's wasting no time..

[greatvalue]

[Oh. Being on this side of the stage is worse, actually.

Hunter watches Four go for it, tense as all hell with his eyes glued to the stage. Flapjack is also here, chilling on his head. Who the heck is the other person. Hateful.]

[awol]

[ jingheng is here tapping a finger on the table impatiently with one hand while his other is clasped around a glass of whiskey.

he's dressed in just a white button down and trousers, jacketless but with zhanlu resting on his arm like he usually does. ]

[awol]

[ AND THEN THAT GLASS SHATTERS. ALL OVER HIS HAND. ]

Lu Bixing!

[preordain]

[ hello.

ryo is here, also on his phone like he was last time. he looks up though when four immediately attacks and has to cover his mouth very quickly. ]

[preordain]

[ he looks up, notices how many people are blocking the view, and looks back down ]

[psynchronise]

[ there is nothing special about date's outfit, except god can't stop me saying he's wearing black jeans and found dark button up shirt somewhere. comfy. ]

Wow, she didn't waste any time did she?

[astika]

[...

when chandra sees who it is that's up against four, he just sighs.]

Unsurprising.

[they would choose someone who doesn't even want to fight her, wouldn't they.]

[onlythans]

[Thancred's not altogether thrilled to be back in the Execution Bar™ and it shows on his face, but here he is anyway — dressed as usual, holding up a wall with his arms folded across his chest. A silver whistle dangles from the center of the choker he usually wears around his neck like a makeshift pendant, and slung over one shoulder is a bag he's acquired from...somewhere. There's something red sticking out of it.

This isn't the time for any of that nonsense, though, so here we go. Let the carnage ensue...]

[cavaliered]

[well, she can't say she's surprised, but - the second her eyes adjust, and she sees who the other person is, she stands straight up and kicks the chair aside in her rush.

she is utterly still, watching the stage.]

[polyglotti]

[Tuuri had been uneasy at first, but as soon as she sees who is up against Four she gasps and covers her mouth with her hands.]

Why?

[birdeater]

[ he’s here and angry.

but his eyes are glued in the “performance”, hands buried in his jacket pockets as he leans back in his seat. ]

Bullshit.

[ontrend]

Jesus Christ this is so much bullshit right now! DODGE, LU BIXING!

[YELLS SADLY. also drinks. just consider this kuranosuke's default state of being as i perish at work]

[tearduct]

[Well, he's here for a little bit by force, standing like he had been the week before.

And then some time after Lu Bixing appears and it begins, he turns around and walks out.]

[eleusinia]

[ while persephone has always been open with her emotions, she still falls victim to the week's curse as she watches the stage. there are no tears to be seen today, though. no, it's almost like the pure rage she's feeling right now is tangible as her fists ball at her sides, seeming almost a violent red than her usual pink. ]

[reignite]

[ everyone is surprised, as they should be because damd... our four! our science man!! Uriel is still in her more formal uniform, and while last week she observed with a similar frown and careful eye, she certainly looks a lot more worried this time.

she is sitting more at the edge of the seat, shifting a little as if wanting to get up and just.. move. but being aware enough that she cannot interfere. ]

Lu Bixing...

[nascens]

[Like last time, he sits apart from anyone else, watching the scene unfold with his arms crossed over his chest. He stays a little longer - about until talk of a virus starts, at which point the STAGE IS PROBABLY BLOCKED ANYWAY YALL HELP; he gets up and slips his way out again with a much testier air. Bye nerds.]