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week 0 execution
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.
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!!
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[that'd just be one big disappointment, after everything.]
Give me some credit here, geez!
[as if she'd attach that fast.]
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[ the way some people chose to be perceived in front of everyone in chroma.
couldn't be her. ]
If you say so.
[ she pats the back of wis'adel's hand. ]
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You had trauma executions?
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Anything is a possibility between all the games.
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...I hope it's not a possibility in this game. I'd rather the combat.
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[she makes such a face at that thought, and also at the pat.]
...Don't you start getting me mixed up with whatever me they ran into, too.
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