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

[sixam]

[ a giant katamari of "what the fuck, help."

he doesn't expect her to really stop because she's herself, it was simply an offer. he doesn't try to stop her from watching either, mostly keeping her caged in for the time being while also keeping his gaze focused on the runway below them. he hears the words from boothill and he frowns a little because... it's still unfair, in a way.

this is one of the things he always goes back and forth on. yes, it is "fair" to vote for someone who does something wrong. no, it isn't "fair" to punish someone who actually didn't do this themselves. but it's not like fairness makes sense anyway, so here they are. ]

Almost over.

[sarkazm]

Seriously? Ugh. Good thing we didn't get saddled with that, I'm not here to spectate someone's shitty therapy session.

[she makes such a face at that thought, and also at the pat.]

...Don't you start getting me mixed up with whatever me they ran into, too.

[spiritbalm]

[ the last time he had done this, he had fought justice out of the way, pushed his way back to control. to make sure he did it himself. to offer to hawke the only act of love remaining to him. a mercy for a mind too far gone, the same as once had been provided for him.

the eerie blue light seems to fade out of anders as well, leaving him stumbling - barely staying upright as he makes his way over to stand by boothill and whatever remains of his broken body. it's not as if anders is doing much better. his body is made to do none of these things, not made to withstand that heat of the primal fade, or use itself as a shield. it feels pain and regret and fear. he shudders as he summons the dredges of his mana to heal just enough to stay awake, alive. keep the body moving long enough to end it.

he remembers asking boothill, what feels like forever ago, what he would prefer if he were to suffer this fate again. he hopes it is better, this time. that the indifference of justice to the plight of one man is cold comfort, but the only type of mercy he can provide. there's an impulse there - that he could pour what's left of his mana into trying to repair whatever this is, to put back together what he's torn apart, to do what it is a healer is supposed to do instead of whatever this is. the only thing he knows how to do. to take more life, leave more things wretched and broken, and fight the nauseating tide of what feels like elation at the carnage.

instead he nods, fumbling with his one remaining hand at the back of his belt for the knife he keeps there - hand slick with blood and struggling to grasp it. ]

I'm sorry. It's too late for us. May you see justice in the next life.

[ collapsing to his knees and driving it right into the beating heart. ]

[bxkautx]

Mm. You'd have to be.

[ doesn't necessarily believe this. ]

[squirt]

[ true it could be boothill's promise ring to himself to continue murdering twinks as soon as possible

it takes a peek with how things seem to be winding down, but it's a lot to look at. ]

...It'll be okay. [ repeated. convincing himself and her. ] There will be people on the other side, too.

[sixam]

[ it's affection week don't question it. hang out here, don't look at the extremely disjointed robot man still fighting to the end. just kind of pets the back of his head and lets him hang out there. ]

[damp]

[ don't watch it dumbass and shut up he watches more than romcoms

They can still hear. The sound of the impact and Boothill's last remarks to Anders, the distortion and pain in his voice. It sucks real bad. ]

[halians]

[ it's okay. it's the same way they've leaned on each other in the resort - bolstering one where the other falters. the visceral pain of a heart rended open is familiar, but near ironic, in reverse. a metal man, a mortal heart, not the other way around.

the minute vi turns to hide her face, strohl shifts to put himself in front of her, to block off the sight so she can keep her face in the broad side of his shoulderblade. every single muscle in his body is tense, jaw tight, eyes forward - still, it makes for a steady wall to lean on, something safe. ]

Knife to the heart. [ just loud enough to be heard - unspoken i've got you, it's over. for now, he watches, the magic man and justice, a maelstrom of horrors in an execution more drawn out that the sanctoresses ever could have been. it's never going to get any easier. and it shouldn't, either. ]

[disingenuous]

[ she watches anders come back to deliver the finishing blow. ]

Anything is a possibility between all the games.

[sixam]

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

i think rin is very valid, and so does jonas frankly. there, there. we can jut focus on tomorrow and now all of this extremely overwhelming bullshit. ]

[disingenuous]

I'm not. I don't know anything about your experiences or any versions of you.

[squirt]

[ haru is fully disassociating right now so he's a little surprised, but being jolted into reality isn't bad. even though their boothill is lying in a pool of his own... colors. anders with a knife.

he looks at jonas and the people around him instead. ]

...We'll figure something out.

[ jogging at 8am monday... ]

[doublefists]

[ it could be...

she exhales. yeah. yeah, remember that they'll be okay. it's just, they have to go through so much to get to that point. you still have to kill, you still have to pace in a tiny jail cell, you still have to say your goodbyes and you still have to stand in front of an audience and know that thirty people are going to watch you bleed and gasp out your last breath. does that make up for it, she wonders.

vi holds onto his hand, where he's settled. ]

Yeah. It'll be okay.

[ convincing both herself and him. ]

[teenrebellion]

[ listen it's actually weirdly comforting because it's so close to being back with them both in this weirdass pile of teens they've managed to construct. it's familiar, almost like home. tbd a little to the left.

but there is still a man dying, and he tenses at those words and just leans into jonas a little more. ]

[teenrebellion]

[ nodding from where he's resting his head on her shoulders.

then quietly mocking justice under his breath, ] "May you see justice in the next life." Whatever.

[honourous]

[ not like she was paying attention to his ears! you're not an elda she doesn't stare at the side of your head all the time!

may you see justice in the next life cuts through this shitposting, and she takes a deep, staying breath. again and again and again, this madness continues. when will it end? when will real justice show its face?

but she tempers her anger into steel, and readiness, and nods, once, slowly. ]

I will stabilise him, if you or others carry him.

[ he lost his pound of flesh, the twink will be even lighter now! it works out. ]

[bxkautx]

[ there is no 'fair' or 'unfair' there are just things that happen. it's random chance from start to finish, man. ]

... Almost. [ watches a man get stabbed in the heart with way too much focus i guess. ]

[doublefists]

[ a little nod, where she's pressed close. she should watch, she probably owes it to - something, to boothill, to anders, to the people who are suffering, even if they know they'll be okay. she doesn't, though. not this time.

instead, she stares at the ground and waits to see if she can hear the sound of the knife from here. ]

[sixam]

[ honestly fair. he will just borrow rin's words though while looking at haru and trying not to draw attention to what's going on down there. ]

Looking forward to it.

[refractures]

... Do your best.

[ He's so ready to go back. ]

[rosebleed]

[Understandable.

Rosamund can't look away. She had been a mess on the Eudora. Constantly crying at these shows, hiding her face as she openly wept. Now she keeps her eyes on Justice, fading to Anders, coming to the battered, leaking mess that's become of Boothill's metal body. Not so inhuman after all, it seems. Not if there's a part of him the knife can find.

She lets that hand drift again, tilting Vi's head towards her shoulder. Resting her cheek atop it and taking her own comfort in the warmth.]

[bxkautx]

[ ... quietly: ] Be nice.

[teenrebellion]

Why should I?

[sixam]

[ this is probably for the best given he's currently watching anders stab boothill in the heart, so he's leaning his chin on kazuki's head to plant him there so he can't turn around and witness the bitter end.

it may not be the exact same as a weirdass pile of teens amongst the blahaj in a warehouse of their own, but it's maybe close. hopefully it's enough for right now. ]

[bxkautx]

Never mind.

[ really doesn't want to get into this actually. ]