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

[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.]

[bookpapers]

[hello rynlan, join lavi in the 'we shouldn't be here, but we should at least for science. we shouldn't have said science that's our science dad up here'

he's tense as he watches the exchange of blows, and then how the shadows take center stage,]

What do you think the shadows are?

[fear? the perception of themselves? JUST LOTS OF TRAUMA???]

[voidshift]

[no we Should say science it's what he'd want. 'he's still alive' not if sisi has her way with us, it's what he'd want-]

Not certain yet. They're not the shadows I know. But they hurt more than just whoever they're attached to.

[his arms are folded, fingers digging tight into his arms.]

[bookpapers]

[if bixing dies he's getting zero science forever

Lavi continues to watch, even as all emotions rise up like a giant wave, on this week of our emotions overload week. He watches Bixing struggle with his, pulling it towards him with purpose.]

...And they can be manipulated. [...] Is he trying to save her?

[voidshift]

...I don't know if it would be that easy, with this.

[his ears pin back a little further, though, external signs of emotions he's struggling to keep down.]

Or if that's even worth it.

[bookpapers]

[at that Lavi flicks a glance towards Ryn, but what's happening or not happening on stage arrests his attention again.

DID THE DDR MUSIC REALLY HAPPEN? HELLO? anyway, there's nothing else to do but do what he's already been doing, which is to wait for it all to be over.]

[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.]