week 0 execution

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W0: EXECUTION

In the morning at 12:30pm sharp, you hear the intercom speakers blare loudly across the entire airport, perfectly audible no matter where you are.

All passengers, please report to the Flight Deck effective immediately. All passengers, please report to the Flight Deck effective immediately...

Hopefully that’s not quite as long a trek as Saturday for you. All the same, you are propelled by that same sensation to come to the Flight Deck. Your feet carry you past that glass doors onto the outdoor terrace, where the benches and quaint planters await. Why, it’d look almost serene if not for the fact that one of you appears to be missing. There’s really only one place they could be, isn’t there? Your gaze might eventually settle over the runway you can see out below—the view is great from up here.

While you're not forcibly rooted to your seats, there's no way out. The glass doors close behind the last person and refuse to budge, and the viewing glass is just as unbreakable. As for any open areas, the invisible forcefield is working so very hard on this Sunday.

Oh, and because I’m sure this is the most pressing question on your mind: yes, Allstars Coffee is still serving hot beverages and small baked eats, even during execution. That’s what you need during stressful situations, right? More commemoration ASS caffeine? Yes, we thought so. You’re welcome.

In just a few minutes, the combatants approach, as helpful screens light up to further help you understand today's proceedings.

CULPRIT

EXECUTIONER

Allstars——prepare for sendoff!!

NAVIGATION; (FULL NAV)

INFO

PLAYER STATUSES IC PROFILES MURDER PROPOSALS CYOA SIGN-UPS

SETTING

NPC AUDIENCES LOCATIONS ROOMING CURFEW

REPORTING

PC TURN-IN MOD REPORTING EVENT TURN-IN VOTING

Comments

[siffrin]

[ Thinking that maybe... maybe they could have prepared Jacopo more for the execution stuff. ]

[sixam]

[ his expression is :tails: for a minute before justice is suddenly making an appearance and jonas is just. sighing. ]

So this is about to get messier.

[obdure]

[ okay then why don't you actually kiss someone if you're suddenly NOT A COWARD

Snaps out of his focused trance to blush and shirk back, scowl instantaneous. ]

What are you doing?!

[selfimmolation]

I think that depends more on what Boothill can do.

[honourous]

[ buddy, ]

Kaworu - [ on one hand, she wants to stop him from hurting himself. on the other hand, she would be reacting the same if it was her emotional support justice boy out there. so she instead moves to stand behind him, both hands on his shoulders, ready to pull him back if it gets excessive. ]

[teenrebellion]

Depends on how it works, I guess. We'll find out.

[ glad she's not saying that out loud. ]

That's putting it lightly.

[ballies]

[ he's such a bottom. ]

Saying hi. Trying not to be depressed.

[ anders arm is gone. too late, the depression is here. ]

[shirtbag]

[ the weight of the chainsaw swings boothill with it with no tendrils to bolster him and counterbalance it. the slice and the carnage afterward released some of that rage, but not all of it. not enough of it. then he sees that hand rolling and sliding off elsewhere, the staff clattering in its grip.

it's devastatingly familiar all over again, and it stops boothill in his tracks, the chainsaw like dead weight in his hands. shapes flash in the air in different colors, but the primary ones are different this time. CONFUSION. DELUSION. DENIAL. REMORSE?

anders has only that moment of reprieve to stagger backward, for that possession to take hold and grasp him in its steely strings. boothill's attention snaps back to anders as soon as the air flashes brightly, briefly blinding him. he throws his arm over his eyes to shield his vision before he hears the crackling fire and spitting threads of blue lightning skipping over anders' body.

the air charged with shades of red again. justice is here. boothill wants him dead for ruining his rage. ]

Get outta my way!

[ and he charges forward again even as anders, with his body bigger than all of theirs, leaps at him. boothill has no sense to dodge the lightning from his single hand as he swings the chainsaw again—this time intending to slice anders fully in half. ]

[peakfan]

[ jonas may hear a very quiet mutter about pickle pots behind him ]

[teenrebellion]

He needs to be a little less imaginative.

[ might be a cool power if not for the murder.

anyway he's seething. ] Then use different words, Jonas, they mean things.

[rosebleed]

[Being grabbed startles her, pushed into a safer space. There's a flicker of something complicated over her face, but there's no time for that. She barely registers the thought herself.

Boothill might really kill him.

Rosamund grips onto Vi's arm too, if only to have something to brace herself with. Because Vi's right. He could have had him if only he'd moved back instead of forward.]

JUSTICE! NO!

[What good is yelling even going to do?]

[siffrin]

[ When you most expect it, Justice is here. Nodding along... messier is definitely what it's going to be. But at least this means Justice will protect Anders. ]

..Were executions.. always this way? [ In a voice of did they forget something. The anger sure feels familiar but there's more to this? Squints a bit as more "colors" flash before the rage continues. ]

[refractures]

[ Seodore acknowledges it, but then looks at the chainsaw with Boothill and he quietly breathes out more smoke. ]

[siffrin]

[ who said that ]

[peakfan]

[ it's me the ghost of murders past ]

[peripheries]

[he tries to move out of the way of her hands. Not intentionally, but like how your body naturally flinches away from an unpleasant sensation. He doesn't want to be stopped or held back, it's like if he stops, everything he's feeling might just suddenly fester and eat him alive from the inside out.]

Justice. Please.

[sixam]

[ what in the-- ]

[siffrin]

[ ghost of... murmurs ]

[ballies]

[ looks at all these colours going on and then jumps and squeezes his hand tightly when boothill tries to chainsaw again

that, apparently! boothill can try and do that again! ]

[peakfan]

[ Don’t Worry About It ]

[bxkautx]

[ okay maybe squeezing his hand even tighter now. not that she really cares about any of this it's just tense to watch from so close you know. okay. ]

[riderculous]

[ Hmm? Letting go of his coat to settle their hand on his back instead. ]

[peripheries]

Everyone is always sorry. It's meaningless.

[Pounding at the glass is equally meaningless, of course. But at least it's something to do so he doesn't have to just sit and watch. What good is sorrow? Why not anger? Why not something white hot that pushes you forward?]

[squirt]

[ his team is not being very woke today. kills spoon also?

but—oh. okay. he can still see the flashes of light in the blurry peripheral with justice's appearance, and they all hear the chainsaw revs, but this is still better. he's okay with hiding and giving rin's hand a squeeze. ]

[peakfan]

[ YEAH? WHAT'S THAT? GRANDPAPI CAN'T HEAR WELL, JUNIOR ]