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

[peripheries]

[He takes it for a bit but will drop it immediately once shots start going off in order to stand and move closer.]

[rosebleed]

[Understandable. Rosamund also stands up.]

No—

[SHIELD. She takes in a huge breath of relief, tugging at her hair.]

Oh thank goodness. He's got his magic. Okay. Good. Good...

[peripheries]

[Of course Anders has his magic down there. Somehow, everything comes back when you're chosen or you're the one who will die. It seems unfair that his powers would return when he must carry out a task like this. Or perhaps one that he chose to carry out.

Then Anders' arm is on the floor, discarded and useless, like a reminder that no one leaves this unscarred.]

Anders-!

[Kaworu bangs on the glass. He doesn't care that it won't break. There's something soothing to the rhythm of the sound of his knuckles hitting the glass and the pain that follows milliseconds later. One-and-two-and-three-and-four, endlessly against the glass, over and over.]

[rosebleed]

[This isn't a weapon she's at all familiar with but by god what a first impression to make. She yelps as the limb comes off, covering her mouth to stifle the noise and hold back her horror.

Then Kaworu is off and pummelling the barrier.]

Kaworu!

[She tries to collect him by the shoulders, trying to gauge if there's some effect on the glass that would retaliate back on him for the blows. Even if not?]

Stop! Stop, it won't work!

[peripheries]

[Looks at her like she just insulted him deeply.]

What am I supposed to do? Nothing? Just watch?!

[rosebleed]

I don't know!

[Because she doesn't want to just watch either. She doesn't want to do nothing, and knows this is ten times worse for him and there is nothing she can do or say to make it better.

She draws a shaky breath. Justice has taken over, comes in with lightning at the ready. Still her eyes dart to the discarded hand and she feels an intense despair. Anger. She bites the inside of her lip and sets her jaw.]

We have to...be ready. For when it's over. It's not fair, and I hate it, but we can't do anything yet and you'll only hurt yourself, keeping at the glass like this.

I'm sorry, Kaworu.

[peripheries]

Everyone is always sorry. It's meaningless.

[Pounding at the glass is equally meaningless, of course. But at least it's something to do so he doesn't have to just sit and watch. What good is sorrow? Why not anger? Why not something white hot that pushes you forward?]

[rosebleed]

[She looks for a moment like she wants to say something.

It doesn't make it past her lips. Bitten back. There's a time and a place for everything. And he's got more than a right to be furious.

Rosamund doesn't leave his side, but puts her own hand to the glass. Flinching as Justice explodes Boothill's hand and the chainsaw alike, but her gaze falls on the new slice into his side. How is Anders going to fare, when it's his time to wake up?

How is Boothill going to feel when he drops into his new home, alone with his victim and humiliated? Taken advantage of, made to commit atrocities. Having vengeance taken on him for things he may never have wanted to do?

It turns her stomach. It makes her quiet. She watches the show with renewed reticence. Sympathy may not be meaningless, but it's so hard to believe in these places.]