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

[obdure]

[ Goes to fix his coffee to be an iced coffee so he can have some distance from the horrors. ]

[obdure]

[ i do not think any of you guys in heaven could have prepared him honestly ]

[refractures]

Right.

[ He watches the hand fall and seems to notice something.

................ ]

[halians]

[ damn...... ]

[bxkautx]

[ yeah! anyway that's fine. probably for the better because people's limbs are melting off. ]

Not much longer... [ hopefully?????? ]

[riderculous]

[ there there buddy ]

You don't have to look.

[halians]

[ this is my curse as a metaphor (and/or a clemar)

he exhales, out, shaky - the hand at his back is a reminder of composure, too, and he glances back at maya. a little quieter: ]

Alright? [ like, obviously everything is horrid but beyond the horrors ]

[honourous]

[ nope, not that. hulkenberg curls her fingers to steady him, though doesn't rip him away or stop him, necessarily. especially as justice melts off the cyborg's damn arm - it's a relief, but it's also a horrifying one. ]

... he will see it done, Kaworu.

[damp]

[ Chimes in while staring at the ceiling since they're talking about fitness. ]

Like jogging.

[selfimmolation]

[ they are exchanging hands it turns out and it is both incredibly badass and WORRYING so yeah just holding tama's hand tightly ]

He's got him.

[sixam]

[ me as well man. not jonas, me. but he will watch him go anyway. ]

[honourous]

By the crown.

[ same energy. what the FUCK. they watched miraculous ladybug mechanics in the fd execution, but this is... insane, actually, as she watches boothill lose his arm, the ring another glint of light in the chaos. it doesn't distract from the kick, though, and she hisses - ] Move, man -

[squirt]

[ get good anders

he's pretty reluctant to watch any of this, only taking a few glances; his attention doesn't waver far from her, gripping tight. playing out before them, a hateful scene with a ring! ]

...I don't know. But it always happens. [ so it has to keep happening, if this is just more of the same. ] We should be able to help Anders.

[ "if he doesn't get chopped in half with a chainsaw" is the unspoken part of that. ]

[feytality]

[ the longer i tag this the more in the way of the yaoi she is ]

Me, too. It never is, though, is it?

[ leans against him a little ]

[damp]

[ Also disassociates for a moment, having a weird, insane moment where he considers that everything they're seeing is just a movie and none of this is real. He's never seen any of the Terminator movies. Maybe it's just like that?

But there's no background music, just the horrific sounds coming from the fight, and the angry voices around them... aaaa tucks his face against Haru. ]

[teenrebellion]

[ yeah he's not watching anymore but this is fine... if he's shaking a little it's because he's angry, not anxious or freaked out or anything YOU'RE anxious or freaked out or whatever ]

[sixam]

I'm a bartender? [ does that count. it does not.

how are those working out for you, haru? it is affection week though so he's just using two fingers to turn his head back toward him. no. this is bad. ]

I'm open to suggestions though.

[teenrebellion]

[ the way strohl has barely even mentioned justice the concept within hearing range so he doesn't see the problem here ]

[sixam]

[ you are both too fucking normal for this why did we do this to you again. ]

Think we really have much room for that here?

[rosebleed]

[She clenches her jaw. It's a riot of emotions in here, a colour show of her very own. She doesn't get the immediate significance of every flash Boothill gives, but maybe someone here does. They can be intuited, a little. The reds at least.]

...

[She remains quiet. Hoping for a merciful end and seeing Boothill still trying to land a blow. Rosamund steps out a little from behind Vi, wanting to see it for herself. Waiting.]

[halians]

[ unfortunately it's a safety pin. have we made that clear to everyone yet? these are safety pins. they clearly granted no safety to anders today but thats alright

he's stopped shouting, now, as all that blue starts to pour. familiar, not from color but from barely a few days ago, when their fucked up little team had another insane interaction, a rollercoaster of highs and lows. it's almost done. it has to be almost done - like putting someone out of their misery.

there's a quick, sharp intake of breath at the spur, but - ] We've got to get to the first aid center, and fast.

[sixam]

[ yeah! nothing matters!!

jesus christ this is a lot, but it's fine. jonas, against his better judgment, is still watching so kazuki can not. ]

[damp]

[ yes of course... our nonexistent yaoi

C'mon in and cuddle. ]

I guess... I stopped watching. We weren't forced to like we are here.

[ Closing his eyes now. ]

[spiritbalm]

[ they probably would have. justice is strange and violent and off-putting - but he has his appeals. it can be a wonderful dream, to want justice in the world. to imagine what it would look like. where there is equality and fairness, and no one is taken from their families and made to kill for the entertainment of it. but justice is not as beautiful a concept as the stories can say, the truth can look like this. bloody and brutal for no reason but being in the wrong place at the wrong time, to be the wrong person in a world that eats and eats and eats.

his arm with the missing hand is hanging somewhat uselessly by his side, still bleeding heavily, and what skin can be seen on his face is pale and wan. but it wouldn't be the first time Justice has steered a Grey Warden corpse. the kick is heavy enough to move him, if only because boothill's weight and strength, but he reaches over with his remaining hand and grabs him by the leg - swinging him around with both that supernatural, monstrous strength, and also maybe some Telekinesis - sending boothill flying into the side of a nearby airplane with a crunch of metal. ]

Enough.

[teenrebellion]

[ stop melting people's limbs, all of you. ]

Why do they always take so long. Shouldn't we know better by now?

[ the noise are going to come and make this WORSE. ]