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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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she is a little beat up today. manstands by the railing like eaeuh ]
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gives her a look ]
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she shrugs when he looks, shoving her hands in her jacket pockets. ]
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shrugs and goes back to waiting for the show to start ]
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she has never been to an execution before so she gets the fun experience of just. slapping the glass angrily, like it's going to do anything. nyeh!!! ]
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leans against him. ]
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Bloody hell.
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[ AAAAAA her too, tbh, she grabs him by the arm instinctively. ]
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It's all right.
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The fuck is Anders supposed to do against a gun, princess?
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what is bad is anders being up there to which she immediately is very loudly disapproving ]
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oh. nyeh. ]
... Oh.
[ oh. that.
that doesn't seem like a good thing. ]
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[ IS ANDERS JUST GONNA GET SHOT IN THE FACE ]
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stands to sandwich her in on the other side. ]
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she instinctively grabs hulkenberg's hand so she doesn't try to punch through the glass. ]
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steady. ] We will be ready for him.
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... At least he can fight back.
[ the magic makes her feel a little better, but. ]
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instinctively she
puts herself in front of him, if possible, when boothill slashes with the chainsaw, she really does not think about it, it just happens. ]
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...It's okay. What happens down there never reaches us.
[ holds her arm anyway ]
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vi... stays close, and shifts to put a hand over his hand. ]
Still. [ she says, fiercely. ] Fuck, where did it even come from?
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