WEEK FIVE: EXECUTION

[hellscapes]

Hello, deadlings.

You were so confident in your choice yesterday. Can you stand by it now? Lucky you, 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. All of them appear to have left behind their work uniforms and are clustered together in a dark corner, watching the stage with various ranges of interest.

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:
TUURI
10AM
Enjoy the show

No matter where you look, you will find that Tuuri is not amongst you. But there isn't time to look further before the lights dim and the curtains draw.

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PEANUT GALLERY

[hellscapes]

[ Your reactions go here. There's space to sit back and enjoy the performance, and while the doors are closed you really could leave if you absolutely wanted. But will you...? You can't leave to interfere with the stage or the ongoings that are occurring, but with a little push you can slip through the exit any time after it starts. ]

[ontrend]

[he's here, but he's not going to enjoy watching this.

he's seated and gripping some kind of alcoholic beverage so hard his knuckles are turning white.]

[ontrend]

[this is so hard to watch.

kuranosuke flinches, drains the rest of his drink, and then... keeps watching. he doesn't feel right leaving, but he sure as hell can't watch this sober.]

[failbo]

[No way he's going to miss any of this. There's Filbo, deathly silent, watching the stage and waiting to see how this goes.

Mistakes were made in the trial and, well, it's time to see the final result of it all. It's the least he can do, really]

[preordain]

[ like usual, ryo is here and on his phone. ]

[psynchronise]

[ hello i’m still out but date is here looking less than pleased ]

[selfdestructs]

[ i have to leave for work in an hour, but dva is here and so is yoru!! he is still a sleepy lil man, curled up in her arms.

she’s just sitting quietly, waiting for things to start… really hate it here. ]

[greatvalue]

[Hunter looks like he's about to vibrate out of his skin today, staring at the stage and holding onto his table with a white knuckled grip. Flapjack is also perched on his shoulder as usual, softly warbling something that at least gets a nod out of him, every once in a while.]

[teufelshund]

[ mephisto is here with a drink as always, though this time he's also paying a little more attention to his fellow audience members rather than focusing strictly on the story about to play out on stage. ]

[greatvalue]

[hm.

glances at him when zel starts coughing up flowers because uhhhhh :slown:]

That's... new.

[teufelshund]

"Hanahaki disease". A fictional disease and romance trope originating in Japanese media and subsequently popularized by fandom.

[engineers]

...It was happening last night, too.

[ what? the fuck? ]

[greatvalue]

[...]

Did someone curse him after the trial?

[teufelshund]

Another of those temporary curses, I would guess, unless this is something that actually exists in his world.

[ on one hand, very tasteless time and person to use it on... but on the other, this is peak drama content. ]

[greatvalue]

[


he squints tiredly with his very limited human fandom knowledge.]

It's an "anime" thing?

[failbo]

Oh. So it's not something that usually happens to him...?

[Couldn't have ruled that out, really. Still, if it's not normal then it probably is somebody messing with Zelgadis. Wow, as if he didn't have enough going on with his life these days]

[tearduct]

[My mans never SITS. But it’s fine, he looks about ready to jump straight out of his skin and through the door.

So walking out will probably happen sooner or later maybe.]

[tearduct]

[Oh, he definitely cannot do this one at all.

So he finally turns around and leaves. Sorry, goodbye.]

[cavaliered]

[she's going to follow him when he goes...]

[engineers]

[ well, we're here. lu bixing is silent, sitting closer to the back today, medkit on the table and gripping a glass so tightly it looks like it's about to break in his hand. ]

[awol]

[ just... keeps a hand on his... and probably gently prying it away before it can actually shatter.

we won't make that mistake again. they're right. it's not worth it. ]

[engineers]

[ glad this execution is already hitting right in the trauma

bixing's very tense, but, lin is successful in prying his hand away from his cup, at least. he seems to tense even further at the sight of the man in zelgadis's shadow, at the way they're calling for each other. ]

Don't listen. [ it's too quiet, but he says it anyway. ] Don't listen to it.

[cavaliered]

[she's also here, leaning against the wall next to the door.]

[firstandgreatest]

[ he's here! sadge. ]

[birdeater]

[ man no one is gonna like this one

(wicked voice) let’s fucking goooooooo back to the beginningggggg ]