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]

[ mood but persephone knows her fists are tiny and useless so she hangs back and watches gideon go at the barrier. she just watches for a few moments before she walks over. ]

Save your energy for him later.

[cavaliered]

[she stops.

she stops, only because there's no point, because her fists hurt, and because things are always, always out of her control. she looks down to persephone, expression wounded. she'd say something, but her words are all tripped up and trapped like her tongue is pasted to the top of her mouth.]

[eleusinia]

[ persephone looks up at gideon, craning her neck to meet the other girl's eyes. she just looks into them for an extended moment, then lifts her hand. she extends it, slowly, stopping just short of resting it on gideon's forearm. ]

Can I?

[cavaliered]

... Yeah.

[she says, quietly. she appreciates being asked. she has to close her eyes for a second, though, because the sound of what feels like a thousand children crying and begging for help makes her want to throw up.]

[eleusinia]

[ yeah, that's a mood. she always feels bad about mortals dying, even though she knows it's the natural order of life, but for these to be children, who haven't even gotten the chance to live a full and fulfilling life before succumbing to the cold embrace of death—

...ultimately, though, she knows she can't do anything about it can't do anything about the fact that lu bixing and four are both experiencing very real suffering at the hands of these illusions.

she touches gideon's arm and steels her voice. ]

Want to know what I like to do when it feels like everything is going to shit?

[cavaliered]

[she just - her eyes are still closed, and her expression is screwed up, and she thuds her head against the barrier and listens to the screaming, to four wailing, to a thousand kids rotting and the sound of swords slicing through flesh. it weighs as it should.]

What. [she manages, strangled.]