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

[shirtbag]

[ it happens faster than an enraged, short-circuiting, dizzyingly dissociated mind can comprehend. another memory reaches the surface: how a few days ago, he was delightedly marveling at how south could somehow pick him up when they hugged. today, justice grabs him by the leg and pitches him across the runway.

boothill doesn't know what he hits. he collides with something hard, first with the back of his metal skull and then with the rest of his body. colors erupt from him, again in larger fractals, blindly opaque. it feels like his entire body has blown outward.

the impact is almost explosive, but it doesn't erupt the plane in its entirety. instead it's bent from the impact, the hull broken open on its side. boothill, or what's left of his almost decimated body, slides to the ground: limbs fallen apart, torso busted open with bits of iron and metal blown to pieces, wires hanging out of him with the ends in sparking strings. liquid pours out of him in different colors.

the colors that flash through the air are fading. propped up against a sheet of broken metal, his head still attached to his body yet bleeding profusely, he looks at anders if he approaches, wherever he is. from beneath his broken metal shell, there is a pulsing—the beating of a human heart, desperately clinging to life.

the red behind boothill's single eye has faded. his looks down briefly towards his own chest. his voice breaks as he speaks, full of eerie static: ]

Get it over with, Magic Man. You know what to do.

[riderculous]

I'll stick around until you're done, Seo.

[honourous]

[ the 2w people just what do you MEAN you deal with this for weeks at a time and don't just lay down and die from depression and anxiety ]

[rosebleed]

[So does she. It's a rough sound, and something about it rings in her ears. Like there's a finality to it. Something humiliating.

Rosamund takes a deep breath and changes the hold they have on one another. Reaching one arm up and around Vi's shoulders, nestling her closer.]

[foreverphantom]

Okay, well, he'll be fine, once we get him to the defibrillator.

[sixam]

[ yeah. okay, yeah, she's busy tucking herself against him and he's adjusting his arm to sort of turn her toward his chest so she doesn't have to actually keep watching if she doesn't want to.

i have no idea how this is working if he's suddenly holding both her and kazuki or what's happening but whatever the fuck, this is still somehow a lot to process, moreso when he can see her repeating it. it's also why his hand comes up to tug on her hair gently to get her to focus a bit. enough.

looking at this extremely mangled man still fighting to hang on is... oof. ]

[teenrebellion]

[ tiredly, ] Rhetorical question.

Bunch of sadists, these auditors.

[teenrebellion]

Not fast enough.

[ covers his eyes. this does nothing to drown out boothill's voice. ]

[refractures]

You know what would be great right now? A chalupa.

[disingenuous]

[ roxana watches all the colors, as they seep and fade from boothill, impassive still. ]

Attached already?

[doublefists]

[ this is just... kind of sad...

listen, she doesn't know boothill that well, she really doesn't. and she's worried about anders, but. watching this, watching - the ring roll away, watching his heart, his human heart beat feebly in his chest. something about that fucks her up, and she finally looks away. sorry, she's - tough, she is, but she ducks down a little, presses the side of her face against his back and stays there for a minute. ]

[sixam]

[ fuck it, also just turning kazuki around so his back is facing all of this and trying to make it easier not to listen to this. YOU ARE ALSO TOO NORMIE FOR THIS SCREAMS INTERNALLY. ]

[halians]

[ she can take! desperately abuses the last bit of affection week (me, sisi) and he'll give a squeeze before returning his attention forward. ]

Alright. [ the quiet agreement in his voice is rough, but visual horror is sort of the norm, at home. just hard to be powerless in the face of it, as always. he's fine. ] Almost over.

[sarkazm]

More like-- what would the point be in watching some one-sided beatdown?

[that'd just be one big disappointment, after everything.]

Give me some credit here, geez!

[as if she'd attach that fast.]

[sootprints]

... Perhaps it isn't that uneven...

[ magic... sure is something.

kate stays composed for most of the fight, but when boothill's arm gets melted and he's on his last legs, she sucks in a sharp breath and shifts a little, her hands tensing. ]

[squirt]

[ :pleading:

he glances back when there isn't so much noise happening. ]

...Yeah. [ dead or reviving or not, it sure is a spectacle. ]

[doublefists]

[ yeah, she's okay with that.

she doesn't really want to watch this, actually, so. she shifts and slips an arm around rosamund's waist and curls in close, staring at the ground instead. ]

[halians]

[ once again: she was so cool about it

anyway. boothill slams into the plane in that burst of color and light, and the voice, the nickname - fury flashes across strohl's face again, at this whole damned situation, at the auditors, at the whole place.

he swallows, hard, at raw, mortal emotion laid bare, and adds another can of gasoline to the mental flame burning low at the injustice of this situation, to the desire to burn it all to the ground. ]

Yeah. [ low ] He's not heavy. Won't need too many to carry him out.

[ damn the guy just lost an arm you dont have to call him a twink while you're at it ]

[bxkautx]

[ listen don't overthink how everyone is everywhere at once during executions. it's fine.

she is still watching though. actually - a little more focused after he pulls her hair. blinking a few times like she maybe spaced out for a second, but now her attention is sharp again. just in time for boothill's voice to static out like shorting electronics. ]

[teenrebellion]

[ alright he can just be manhandled that's fine sure

just wants this to be over already... ]

[squirt]

[ this is why he should watch more than romcoms. just kidding, no amount of terminator would prepare you for this. he is also fully removed from existing in this moment until rin jostles him a little, to which he realizes that the execution has winded down to something quieter. just static and color.

he puts a hand on rin's back tentatively, deciding whether to watch the last part or not. ]

[disingenuous]

It could have been that way. We could have been witness to all his trauma instead of watching combat.

[ the way some people chose to be perceived in front of everyone in chroma.

couldn't be her. ]

If you say so.

[ she pats the back of wis'adel's hand. ]

[riderculous]

[ Humming in affirmative ]

For once, I wouldn't mind seeing it again. [ A game over and a reset to the beginning of the week before Boothill was possessed by whatever and did a kill

Unfortunately, it doesn't seem like there's anything giant above them ready to squish them all. ]

I'm going do my best to make sure him and Essie come back.

[damp]

[ is he doing this while cuddling alex and kazuki at the same time

But cool. He's still not looking at the scene, a torn open body with a desperately beating heart is a little much for a simple swim guy.

Eyes closed, head turned stubbornly down. ]

Looking forward to it.

[ THANKS FOR HUMORING HIM JONAS... TEARS UP ]

[foreverphantom]

[ overhearing this from wherever he was-- ]

You had trauma executions?