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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[awol]

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

Lu Bixing!

[selfdestructs]

[ THIS IS WACK.

fumbles over to him. ]

[awol]

No...

[ he grips the side of the table and it creaks. hi d.va. ]

[selfdestructs]

[ dad is angy. as he should be! dva hates this, but she's gonna just stay here now.

carefully sweeps he glass away from him and just stares at the stage. ]

Why him...

[refate]

[ OH N ]

[awol]

[ rip this table by the end of this. it is being gripped so hard under the hand gauntleted by zhanlu. ]

[refate]

[ sisi really wants to lash out against you at all times, huh.

after kuranosuke fails to get the glass out of his hand - the remnants, anyways - he turns to scan the group. ] Who's got their first aid kits?

[ for both of the space gays, probably. ]

[psynchronise]

[ yikes. ]

[awol]

[ everything's fine! ]

[psynchronise]

[ sir your gay angst. ]

Stabbing yourself in the hand with all that glass isn't going to make it easier to help him when he gets out of there. [ bro stop INJURING YOURSELF. ]

[ontrend]

[oof, not good

kuranosuke looks to him and the shattered glass with alarm]

[awol]

[ the shattered glass sure is here in his palm still. im sorry. ]

[ontrend]

[well, he can't do anything about the fact that lbx is up there but he can try to get the glass out of ljh's palm, so he snatches for his hand and gets to it (unless of course he will immediately snatch his hand back)]

Oi, you think he's going to want to see you bleeding when he gets back from there? I get it, we're all worried, but don't hurt yourself about it!

[birdeater]

[ the angst sex these two will have later is gonna be crazy ]

[awol]

[ IF HE DOESN'T MURDER BIXING HIMSELF FIRST! ]

[birdeater]

[ sounds hot don’t invite him ]

[greatvalue]

[SIR? YOUR GLASS?? YOUR HAND??? He immediately shuffles over, the fuck.]

[awol]

[ the culmination of all the emotion-tampering bullshit this week is truly here in this chilis this morning (?) ]

Not him.

[greatvalue]

But it is.

[He holds his hand out like, let him see the damage. Please.]

And you're going to need both your hands to help him when he comes out of this. So... come on, man...

[bookpapers]

[(me voice) I WANTED GAY BUT NOT LIKE THIS!!!!]

[awol]

[ not. like. this. ]

[eleusinia]

[ sardonically: ] Welcome to hell.

[awol]

[ oh thank you this is much better. ]

Every week.

[awol]

[ and then four begins to scream as she starts to rot.

and jingheng is standing! he is just. standing and then he is

running. towards whatever invisible barrier is keeping them from interfering with the stage, going as far as he can and just pressing himself right there, he's useless. he's useless—

he's watching the virus overtake four for all of a second before his eyes once more lock onto lu bixing, a fist beating against the barrier despite it all.

please don't leave me. please not like this.

not in hell. ]

[awol]

[ o h

o h

he is watching, he's watching and his fingers curl against the barrier. you see it too, you see it, you know what to do—lu bixing, please. lin jingheng is not a man to beg for the things that he wants, he has never knelt in the face of adversity, rather, he has let him strike him down like lightning, on his feet.

lu bixing begins to pull.

and lin jingheng stands his ground. he raises his voice. ]

Prime Minister Lu! Don't you dare leave me here! After I came all that way to find you! Two-thousand failed attempts, do you hear me? Two-thousand!