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

EXECUTION

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[shirtbag]

[ a gust of wind blows, sweeping up a thick cloud of dust over the runway. boothill steps onto the dirt and concrete behind it, his long hair and red scarf waving and twisting in the air. his spurs jangle with every step and crunch of pavement beneath his heels. his hat stays perfectly on his head.

he doesn't look at the audience, but they definitely want to look at him—and how the environment around him abberates, glitches, refracts bright neon colors that shouldn't be there. he doesn't seem to notice them or he completely ignores them.

ANGER. VOLATILITY. DRAMA. DEFIANCE.

these are some of the many colors that appear, but these outshine the rest, flashing in sharp, crisp bars that disappear in a blink.

boothill calls out across the runway to his executioner. his eye is still glowing red, and his teeth flash in an bitter, angry smile. in a deep, tinny voice: ]

Let's duel.

OBSERVATION DECK

[mgtropes]

[damp]

[ Crushes (empty) ASS coffee cup anxiously. ]

[disingenuous]

[ roxana is seated on a bench, looking down at the runway and placid as ever. ]

[teenrebellion]

[ hello what the fuck do you mean we can't leave?? he's looking back at the door in alarm and trying to reopen it almost on reflex fucking help. let him out!!

otherwise he'll be in the back where he can keep an eye on jonas or alex and trying not to vibrate out of his skin. anxious... ]

[bulls]

[ i have d&d in an hour so artemy is here with his arms crossed tightly and shoulders tense, eyes shifting between the runway and people filing in. there's ass coffee next to him, but it is probably just cold sad ass coffee now. ]

[nostradamus]

[lounging in her seat, her hair down and covering her ears are usual. she's eating a pastry from the coffee shop for lunch and waiting for whatever fresh hell they're about to witness.]

[bxkautx]

[ just hanging back, ready to watch. whee. ]

[foreverphantom]

[ plops down into a seat with an ass muffin ]

[toxicate]

[ oh he hates this compulsion thing so much. sighs after realising they can't leave, and just. leans against a wall with his sword in one hand and a bottle of soda in the other, eyes closed as if napping. ]

[toyska]

[Childe is here, hands empty of any drinks or snacks. Instead, he has his arms loosely crossed, and he stands near the window glass to watch what's going on with an unreadable expression on his face.]

[lifeless]

[Manwol is wearing the closest approximation to boothill colors she can find, watching from a bit further back. heads off to do errands today but she is here.]

[sixam]

[ well. not that much different than hanging out on a train platform, right? having to actually be here does kind of suck though, but he's getting used to all of the nuances.

does this stop him from lighting a cigarette and hanging back? not in the slightest. what the fresh fuck is happening now... ]

[doublefists]

[ she's never!! been to an execution before!! what the fuck is this!!

she is a little beat up today. manstands by the railing like eaeuh ]

[peripheries]

[showing up just at time. Basically this energy]

[halians]

[ having execution in the ONE place we can touch grass... diabolical!!!!

strohl's standing here with his hands on his hips, still in his usual yellow coat, looking like he's not slept much and a little scuffed up, one agitated foot tap tap tapping away. occasionally, he rolls his shoulder up to the side of his head like a nervous gesture. the motion jostles something shiny near his earlobe...

also strohl jr is here, looking fluffy and adorable and sitting by his feet. ready for cuddles if you're not going to watch the horrors. ]

[ballies]

[ are YOU dressed comfortably for the yee-haw-cecution? tama is

she's also picking at an ass muffin in a way that screams Mild Amounts Of Stress and staring over at the runway. ]

[riderculous]

[ by the glass looking out ]

Think I could get over the barrier if we all make a people ladder up?

[rosebleed]

[The vibes are bad. have a fit check.

Rosamund will be nursing a tea, looking withdrawn but composed. This ain't her first rodeo. or boothill's]

[drymonster]

[ here with a latte and a frown... ]

[siffrin]

[ Hanging out in the back, arms hidden and tucked under their cloak so their hands can't be seen curling and flexing into fists.

Blinks a bit at the flash of red, before a hand comes to hold their head a little like they have a headache. Owie. But otherwise they mostly wait with the others for the show to play. ]

[obdure]

[ why did he get a coffee if he isn't going to drink it... well, he has one and is watching.

unhappy about all of this!! but quietly seated. ]

[findsrisks]

[She slips into the back row and sits down, watching everything without saying a word.]

[sootprints]

[ kate's here. she's changed into a black dress and sits down without a word, folding her hands neatly in her lap. she doesn't show any outward reaction when boothill or anders show themselves. ]