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

[doublefists]

[ she's fine!!! it's just a little bit of bruising and she doesn't seem bothered by it, but she does immediately lean forward and get her hands on the glass and metal barriers when anders appears, startled. ]

[rosebleed]

[Okay well there will be a gentle hand on her shoulder now.]

It's all right.

[doublefists]

[ aaaaaaaaaaa but quiet and on the inside ]

The fuck is Anders supposed to do against a gun, princess?

[rosebleed]

I don't know. [She looks out with no small concern of her own.] But he wouldn't be chosen if he couldn't defend himself somehow.

[then boothill starts blasting]

[doublefists]

[ she says this and then boothill chops his hand off

slams at the barrier ]

-- Fuck! Where'd the chainsaw come from?!

[rosebleed]

[Startled back, hand to her mouth and absolutely appalled.]

Is that what that is?!

[you learn something new every day.]

Anders, get out of range!

[doublefists]

[ o

hello justice,

vi startles when justice starts shouting, and instinctively grabs for rosamund - that same sort of protective stance from before, slightly in front of, holding onto her carefully.

also, shouting: ]

Oh, of course, now we get this guy - get out of range! You can shoot fucking lightning from your fingers and you're doing it from close up? Are you stupid?!

[rosebleed]

[Being grabbed startles her, pushed into a safer space. There's a flicker of something complicated over her face, but there's no time for that. She barely registers the thought herself.

Boothill might really kill him.

Rosamund grips onto Vi's arm too, if only to have something to brace herself with. Because Vi's right. He could have had him if only he'd moved back instead of forward.]

JUSTICE! NO!

[What good is yelling even going to do?]

[doublefists]

[ well it turns out justice was like fuck this, i've got the power of anime and the fade on my side, so.

the yelling comes to a stop, as justice boils our friendly neighborhood robot, and vi sucks in a breath. it is less shouty now. ]

Finish it, don't drag it out. Just - give him some fucking dignity --

[rosebleed]

[She clenches her jaw. It's a riot of emotions in here, a colour show of her very own. She doesn't get the immediate significance of every flash Boothill gives, but maybe someone here does. They can be intuited, a little. The reds at least.]

...

[She remains quiet. Hoping for a merciful end and seeing Boothill still trying to land a blow. Rosamund steps out a little from behind Vi, wanting to see it for herself. Waiting.]

[doublefists]

[ she doesn't stop her from doing it - but she doesn't let go either, silent.

she flinches at the crunch of metal, though. shifts her weight. ]

[rosebleed]

[So does she. It's a rough sound, and something about it rings in her ears. Like there's a finality to it. Something humiliating.

Rosamund takes a deep breath and changes the hold they have on one another. Reaching one arm up and around Vi's shoulders, nestling her closer.]

[doublefists]

[ yeah, she's okay with that.

she doesn't really want to watch this, actually, so. she shifts and slips an arm around rosamund's waist and curls in close, staring at the ground instead. ]

[rosebleed]

[Understandable.

Rosamund can't look away. She had been a mess on the Eudora. Constantly crying at these shows, hiding her face as she openly wept. Now she keeps her eyes on Justice, fading to Anders, coming to the battered, leaking mess that's become of Boothill's metal body. Not so inhuman after all, it seems. Not if there's a part of him the knife can find.

She lets that hand drift again, tilting Vi's head towards her shoulder. Resting her cheek atop it and taking her own comfort in the warmth.]