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

[teenrebellion]

[ well boothill just got thrown into a plane. kazuki flinches and draws back a little as if that will do any good at all. ]

[sixam]

[ there's a flinch of his own because ow? that's a heavy robot bodily colliding into something equally solid. yikes. he can feel him draw back a bit and he's taking a step back of his own to accommodate the shift.

almost over. it's what he ends up muttering a little out loud without thinking about it. ]

[teenrebellion]

Not fast enough.

[ covers his eyes. this does nothing to drown out boothill's voice. ]

[sixam]

[ fuck it, also just turning kazuki around so his back is facing all of this and trying to make it easier not to listen to this. YOU ARE ALSO TOO NORMIE FOR THIS SCREAMS INTERNALLY. ]

[teenrebellion]

[ alright he can just be manhandled that's fine sure

just wants this to be over already... ]

[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. ]

[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. ]

[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. ]