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

[awol]

[ we will let timey wimey magic take care of us. jingheng will have allowed hunter to at least look him over and slap a bandaid on it before u know. he disappears but yeah. we sure are. pressed up to the barrier :( ]

[greatvalue]

[jingheng pressed to the barrier as something goes SPLAT

(snow voice) omniscient girl help]

[awol]

[ omnipresent girl please save us.

lin jingheng has never looked this stressed out and likely never will again (because of the fucking effect of the week, pixi omg). ]

[greatvalue]

[no it's gonna be because he's going to die of a heart attack at this rate

hunter sucks in a breath when the lights come back and there's four, but— scanning the stage furiously while his eyes adjust to the lights.]

Where...?

[SISI WHERE'S OUR BIXING]

[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. ]

[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.

[awol]

It is... another one...

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

[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...

[awol]

[ yeah it's the Good Shoulder, so left one. directionals who? ]

...

Thank you.