week 0 execution

[mgtropes]

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

[selfimmolation]

[ if she wants to hold his hand later she has to initiate :/ ]

I knew they wouldn't. ...At least this one isn't televised. [ bitter. and worried. and Grunge(tm) ]

[preordain]

[ he is just sitting here... occasionally fiddling with his ear... ]

[feytality]

[ gently puts a hand on his back ]

[doublefists]

[ bro we are together at the barrier do not separate

she's pissed too, tbh. ]

God, he's supposed to be on the backline, he shouldn't be up there.

[sootprints]

[ in totty we trust... ]

[feytality]

... You want to join the execution? [ hello.... ]

Mr. Anders... I hope he'll be okay.

[spiritbalm]

I meant what I said, before. You do not deserve this. This is an injustice upon you as well. This will not stand.

[ his eyes watch the revolver and he starts to step back, glancing to see if there's absolutely anywhere he can take a dive behind - shoulders tightening again, flexing his fingers like a test of something. there's a roiling anger beneath his expression too, though none of the corresponding color and feverpitch power, only venom and bile.

and also some actual real bile taste in the back of his mouth, because as boothill gets closer he will definitely see the face of someone who is suffering from a hard night. uh-oh. should be careful going too hard in the lounge, boys, you never know what the morning will bring. there's a crackle of something at the edge of his fingers. ]

Going to shoot me next?

[honourous]

Breathe, Strohl. We will be of no use to him if we expend all of our energy, now - we must be prepared to get him to the aid station.

[ because! he will get his shit absolutely rocked by the giant metal man. ]

[feytality]

[ also checking in on him ]

[ballies]

I-- I have no idea. None of us have any abilities normally, do we?

[ they had powers in oceanside, so it was a bit... different? ]

[honourous]

[ they need to stop compelling our bodies places it's getting insufferable and awful. ]

[feytality]

[ EAR CHECK WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ]

[ no but she's looking over at him in concern ]

[rosebleed]

[fair enuff]

I can understand that.

[offers hand. affection week, please hold.]

[drymonster]

[ please don't ]

[toxicate]

Oh.

What a rebel you are.

[refractures]

[ Yeah it's that one

He sees whatever is crackling in Anders's hand. ]

Probably better than a trumpet.

[halians]

[ this does not lesson the scowl on his face at all - however, the crackle at anders' hand does, and though his expression is still thunderous and jittery, its all focused outwards. ]

Great.

[doublefists]

[ aaaaaaaaaaa but quiet and on the inside ]

The fuck is Anders supposed to do against a gun, princess?

[feytality]

[ also checking in ]

[rosebleed]

[trusts harder]

[toxicate]

[ awful!!

he will open his eyes as she approaches and offer her some of his soda. ]

Well, this all feels completely terrible.

[foreverphantom]

There, see? He's fine.

[ munches on his ass muffin some more ]

[doublefists]

[

flips him off i'm sorry ]

[riderculous]

Yeah, I do. I want to spare anyone who doesn't want to or is unable to fight.

[ giving a nod ]

He is a mage.

[halians]

[ this injustice will not stand, anders says, and strohl mutters under his breath, heated: ] Bloody right.

[ not any of it. but with hulkenberg's breathe, he does - he sucks in a deep, angry breath and grips the sleeve of his own coat where his arms are folded. ]

Yeah. Yeah, we will.