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superhell2023-03-17 05:50 pm
hellscapes) wrote in superhell2023-03-17 05:50 pm
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WEEK FIVE - TRIAL
Hello, deadlings. Ready to work double-time?
You may have been wondering what you could possibly do in the aftermath of yesterday's beek. Your demons weren't entirely helpful, and it seems that there were no answers to be found. But on Saturday morning at 11am, 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. The Execution Bar is locked tight and you won't be able to head in that direction. Instead, once again, your feet navigate you to the building on the right as the door creaks open.
Inside is a bar. It's dimly lit in several places, but bright enough for you to see each other and navigate without running into the furniture. Tables and chairs are scattered around in front of the bar counter, and the floor is far less sticky than the bar on the other island. Stained glass windows decorate the walls depicting images of humanity's suffering, and concrete crosses and tombstones are gathered in the corners. The bar itself is fully stocked with all types of alcohol and mixers, along with an array of bar food to help keep your energy up.
At the head of the room lounging among the statues of saints and the Blessed Virgin are Bloody Mary, Cosmopolitan and Midori. With them is also a cut-out of Guy Fieri, dressed as a (sexy?) samurai with a bunch of cool flames cut out of construction paper glued to his back as he walks away from an explosion. He is also holding a sign that says "YOU CAN SOLVE IT!" However, there are now paper tears glued to his face as well. And he looks ready to fall apart.
The second, fresher Fieri is also still here. Why.
Above them hangs another hand-painted banner, sloppily thrown together.
12pm - 9pm
Vote or suffer eternal damnation
You can try to leave, but the door to the bar has been locked. All of the windows are reinforced, and there isn't another way out. You've been called here for one reason...let the misery begin!
Hello, and welcome to your sixth trial! Over the course of the next nine hours, characters will have the opportunity to discuss, investigate and theorize about this week's murders! Characters will have time to examine the bodies of the victim and explore relevant locations.
There will be a mod-tag break between 4pm EST/1pm PST to 5pm EST/2pm PST. While the trial may continue and players can tag each other, mod-led threads such as questions and investigations will be on hold.
Finally, we have a voting page for characters to vote on the culprit! Please be sure to read this page carefully and that your vote is in by the time trial finishes (9pm EST/6pm PST).
Good luck, and have fun!
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Thanks. I...we have more we need to find, I think, and I don't want to get everyone off-task before we find everything we need to figure this out.
[She's not bothering to strip entirely. She just rolls up one of her sleeves, revealing the chemical burns on one of her arms.
She's silent as she does this. She knows she can't say a thing about the actual truth here, even if the others can't see they're surely listening. But she looks up at both of them with a pleading look that says "Please. Help me."]
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and looking at lu bixing with a warning glare.]
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is it on her right arm, or her left? bixing's quiet for a moment, glancing at zelgadis, and then back at tuuri.
his voice is very, very neutral. quiet, though - not loud enough to be heard by anyone trying to peek. ]
I need you to keep going, please.
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She'll comply, but she winces a little as she pulls the coat and shirt off. (she's leaving her underclothes on, thanks.) There is indeed a large scar on her left shoulder like she had said, but she also has chemical burns on both of her forearms and a bit on her shoulders and upper chest too, as well as some bandaging in a few places on said forearms. She'll pull those off unasked, showing narrow stab marks in those places.
Pants come off too but she's uninjured on her legs, thanks.
Then she looks at the two, anxious and a little scared, wondering where things will go now.]
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he takes in a breath for a moment, inhale, exhale. no real outer reaction beyond that, at first. he barely looks at the scar, focusing instead on the burns, and coming around to check her back, too, to see if there's anything there. he'll take her hands, when they're done, check under her nails.
and then, take another deep breath, and bixing closes his eye...
...then opens it, and gives tuuri a look that is just - soft, apologetic, and so, so sad, before he smiles, and claps his hands together. he's not really looking at zelgadis, either. ]
...See? [ warm. easy.] Not so bad at all. No pressure.
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Thanks. I'll explain later, just- thank you.
[She'll start getting dressed then!]
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