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

[honourous]

[ she will accept a sippy, before returning the bottle. ]

'Twas a choice, the first time, but the depths they take to steal our choices continues to go deeper.

[ballies]

[ :/ maybe she will. ]

... [ she pulls a face. ] That is such a low bar, and I feel relieved about it anyway.

[ so grunge. good job. ]

Those colours though...

[shirtbag]

[ a warning shot. the bullet fires quickly in the air, the pop and bang ringing in everyone's listening ear, commanding attention. he is not afraid to shoot, no matter what anders has at his fingers.

the colors follow the trajectory of the bullet, glitching in shapes now rather than flickering bars, like light reflecting off a spinning prism.

when boothill finally opens his mouth, it feels like all of the rage flying out of him. ]

Don't you forkin' lecture me. I've had it with your long-winded, fudge-headed nonsense.

[ fudge this. fork all of this. he wants to go home. he's sick of being laughed at. he's sick of being told things he doesn't care about, being somewhere he doesn't understand. the prism's architecture and archways are foreign to him. the fact that emotions refract is not his fault. he wants to go home, and he needs something to sate that desire. shooting is what he knows best. ]

When it's time to shoot, quit yappin'!

[ in a flash, his gun drops to his hip, his other hand pulls back the safety, and halfway across the runway, boothill fires a flurry of perfectly-aimed bullets at anders. ]

[foreverphantom]

[ no she's valid ]

[sixam]

[ just sort of hangs out nearby to watch. it is stressful, understandable. ]

[sarkazm]

I don't think it's gonna get more ridiculous than handing somebody a trumpet for a knife fight? So hey, at least the bar's set low.

[that's fine, they can handhold now.]

[sixam]

[ just drops a hand on their head. ]

[drymonster]

Why did he even get the gun back.

[riderculous]

[ standing up straight with child before leaning into him for a moment ]

No one should. [ sees that crackling ] Oh! They can use their powers? [ that's so different from the dance floor ]

[bxkautx]

[ she will come touch his shoulder. is this comforting. am i doing it. ]

[sootprints]

[ she stays calm and still, possibly unaware that a cool oneechan is looking out for her ]

[drymonster]

I got a plastic fork.

[ at least you can hit a person with a trumpet. ]

[feytality]

Mages can fight normally too.... I think.

[sixam]

[ slowly leans on top of her to get a better look at the execution. ]

I didn't watch a lot of them, at first. Just checked in to see how things were going while working on other things. The girls always attended though. [ ... ] But I went with them for the last couple of them.

[sootprints]

[ doing fine 👍 ]

[toxicate]

So we're made to simply stand here and watch another death? Sick entertainment to force upon an unwilling audience, even for this environment.

[riderculous]

[ Ah

Looking over to the execution again ]

Depends on the trumpet, right? [ Definitely much better than what Seo had at execution though ] He is a mage. He should be super capable.

[selfimmolation]

[ why is he shooting colors. and bullets. and anders is hungover. this is a terrible day for the boys ]

They're getting worse. It's--from one of those other places. Right?

[ anders please do not get shot ]

[ballies]

[ i also want to say hi ]

[peripheries]

[Just getting up to move closer.]

[sixam]

[ he does not mind being a distraction here. ]

Yeah? Never knew. [ kind of a teasing smile because this is easier than acknowledging what the fuck is going on. ] Why is that anyway?

[doublefists]

[ i really love that hulkenberg is like anders is going to be dead on the ground after this without hesitation ]

... At least he can fight back.

[ the magic makes her feel a little better, but. ]

[sootprints]

... Ah. That's right...

[ let!! hulkenberg!! have!! a gun!! ]

[halians]

[ the crackle of magic is a bit of relief, at least - it's something. fury gives way to concern gives way to fury all over again, and he clenches his hand into a fist, pressing it hard to the glass. ]

In every sense, it's an injustice. [ low and seething. ] He'll get out of there.

[sixam]

... seriously? [ hm. no wonder kazuki's trying to make a break for it. ] We could just leave?