superhell | WEEK SIX: EXECUTION

Hello, deadlings.

We gather here today for the most somber occasion. 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:
FILBO
10AM
Enjoy the show

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

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[gideon is here! she's got a bruise across the side of her face and her right hand is bandaged today. she's watching, expression sour.]

[ what could have happened here

anyway this is bixing's final temp ice pack but that's ok. he cracks it and hands it over, looking worriedly over at the stage before he comes back, scooting his chair over towards her. ]

Gideon...

[she waves her bandaged hand.]

I'm fine, Bixing, don't worry about it. [she'll take the ice pack with her right hand, though.]

[ the look on his face clearly says "I Am Worried About It" but he won't say anything, just touching her wrist very gently when she takes the ice pack.

that's it, though, biting his lip and turning to watch the execution. ]