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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[selfdestructs]

[ she grips his hand!!! but does not let out a breath yet, because they still don't know what tf just happened. WHERE IS LBX. SHAKES SISI. ]

[awol]

[ possibly tbh.

when hunter breathes, lin jingheng lets a breath out of his lungs, constricted, in pain, but it feels worse. breathing feels like pushing through barbed wire.

zhanlu's soft lullaby plinks out. ]

Bixing... [ come home. to our silly little singing machines. to zhanlu's terrible jokes. to the sign that hangs over our door.

engineer 001.

please come home. ]

[engineers]

[ the shadows clear.

they start to melt backwards, slowly, and standing just in front of four is lu bixing.

he's alive. there is blood absolutely gushing down the left side of his face, from the hollow where something used to be, but he's alive, breathing heavily, but standing. the shadow hands pull back from him like a curtain.

You have to live.

(because he wants to. lu bixing wants to live. he wants to live, he has to, because once, he didn't.)

the voices of the people even out to a hum, and it's replaced with that of a single child. a voice that sounds like lu bixing, as he takes the steps forward to close the distance. one, two. three.

“Who are you?”

“I’m your dad.” a gruffer voice replies. the one from before. soft, though, with realization, holding back something.

“.... Dad?” the child repeats.

“A dad is someone who will take care of you and protect you until you grow up.”

“What about after I grow up?”

he drops to his knees in front of four. ]

I'm so sorry for how cruel the world has been to you, Four.

[ the shadowy hands holding four in place shiver. they're warm, now, a little feverishly so, but they're warm. welcoming. holding. the shadow vibrates against lu bixing's will, but it doesn't tighten or harm. and when lu bixing leans forward, staggering, he wraps his arms around four, tightly, pulling her into his shoulder in an embrace.

he remembers, how monoeye hawk held him when he hated the world. how monoeye hawk helped him stand. he remembers every awkward gesture, every way he tried. he desperately, desperately, desperately - desperately wants to give it back.

his voice softens. ]

All that I want for you is a chance to rest in peace.

[ and when the shadows finally pull away from his hand, they recoalesce into the shape of a syringe, and lu bixing doesn't hesitate.

he injects the syringe into the side of four's neck with a soft click.

“Your dad will love you forever, above all else in the world, even more than he loves himself.” ]

[toyska]

[Oh. Well.

Very abruptly, he's leaving. Bye!]

[cavaliered]

[i was literally in the middle of writing this tag actually so same goodbye]

[reignite]

[ the daddy issues be coming out in everyone ]

[onlythans]

[well.

yeah he's out of here goodbye.]

[astika]

[damb]

[refate]

[ gideon leaves, and kon's right hand no longer has anything to support it upright as it just.

drops slack, trembling from exertion, expression hidden under the sweep of his bangs as his left hand clutches her hand like a lifeline. ]

[greatvalue]

[...

Lu Bixing is alive. So that's good. Hunter looks away from the stage now, when the syringe is pressed to Four's neck and the voices continue. He's seen and heard enough.]

It's over.

[psynchronise]

[ date has exactly zero reaction to the dad thing, y'all good out here? ]

[selfdestructs]

[ there are tears streaming down dva's face, free hand covering her mouth, as a strained breath finally comes out. ]

[awol]

It is... another one...

[ softer, exhausted. he places his uninjured hand gently on his shoulder if allowed. ]

[greatvalue]

[we are in hell sir]

[psynchronise]

[ louder, for the hunter at the back: YOU GOOD OUT THERE? ]

[reignite]

[ the way i was about to be like us deity/god-like folks are good but then i remembered zag and his daddy issues. not to mention scara and his mommy issues ]

[astika]

[SWEET ZAG]

[reignite]

[ our zag.... ]

[bookpapers]

[ot3?]

[reignite]

[ die ]

[psynchronise]

[ zag's daddy issues... .... help.

he's a big boy he will press on. ]

[voidshift]

[damn sorry you got ditched like that while you were watching this Suffering going on.

ryn's staying and watching in silence, attention fixed intently on the stage-- completely still except the occasional flick of an ear in reaction.]

[greatvalue]

[presumably not his right shoulder... but he allows it. though, he goes still for a split second there. shoulder touches, huh.]

And one less week to go...

[reignite]

[forefall]

[ in her memories, four hated her parents. in her memories, she loved her sisters. in her memories, she hated her sisters. in her memories, she knew she would never be protected.

she's splattered in blood, but that's how an intoner should be. she is weak in his arms, and she shuts her eyes and wants to shut her eyes to the shadow's words. she wanted to hear those words from someone so much, and it causes what's left of her heart to crumble.

lu bixing's words are sweet in her ears and they're sweet enough for her to want them to stick and cling to her, but it's hard when he's about to kill her. he's going to kill her like everyone else she thought was supposed to care about her. ]

It'll never happen.

[ her last words are quiet and forced out in gasps. she's limp even as she feels the sting in her neck.

her hand moves one last time, almost on instinct, almost as a wish, fingers curling around the hem of lu bixing's shirt, as if to delude herself into believing his words.

as if she could believe someone could ever love her more than themself.

as if a father could love her at all. ]