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

[halians]

[ once again: she was so cool about it

anyway. boothill slams into the plane in that burst of color and light, and the voice, the nickname - fury flashes across strohl's face again, at this whole damned situation, at the auditors, at the whole place.

he swallows, hard, at raw, mortal emotion laid bare, and adds another can of gasoline to the mental flame burning low at the injustice of this situation, to the desire to burn it all to the ground. ]

Yeah. [ low ] He's not heavy. Won't need too many to carry him out.

[ damn the guy just lost an arm you dont have to call him a twink while you're at it ]

[honourous]

[ not like she was paying attention to his ears! you're not an elda she doesn't stare at the side of your head all the time!

may you see justice in the next life cuts through this shitposting, and she takes a deep, staying breath. again and again and again, this madness continues. when will it end? when will real justice show its face?

but she tempers her anger into steel, and readiness, and nods, once, slowly. ]

I will stabilise him, if you or others carry him.

[ he lost his pound of flesh, the twink will be even lighter now! it works out. ]