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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Comments

[eleusinia]

[ sardonically: ] Welcome to hell.

[awol]

[ oh thank you this is much better. ]

Every week.

[eleusinia]

[ sometimes you've had enough of being nice and want to be angy

instead of, you know, worrying about that injury like everyone else is—though to be fair, it seems like it's being taken care of already—persephone simply walks behind the bar and pours a new glass of whiskey, then pushes it toward ljh. ]

[awol]

[ oh miss percy...

he looks at the glass and... will carefully take it with his other hand, knocking it back quickly.

(she will see something no one else does.) ]

[eleusinia]

[ ...

she pours him another glass. ]

Tell me when.

[ then she fills another, but this one, she does not offer to lin jingheng. this one she drinks herself; unlike ljh, though, she sips at it instead of downing it all at once. her nose wrinkles as the burning sensation fills her throat, but she lets it go down and continues to nurse the drink. ]

[awol]

[ he just watches the scene in front of them, as lu bixing is dragged down by these shadowy hands, all of them crowing for him. in among them, he hears his own voice. ]

Lu Bixing, don't listen to them. Don't let them distract you...

[ oh he is so upset. he just. tries to unpinch his shoulders. it feels impossible... and he turns to look at persephone quietly. ]

These fucking shadows...