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

[peripheries]

[oh my god you did this snow.

anyway doesnt even look at her cuz right now he knows he'll have to look at her eventually]

[honourous]

[ hahahaha watches anders lose an arm to a chainsaw like ( nervous laughter ) what the fuck!

hulkenberg tries not to tense up horribly, staying steady, but it's a near thing. her squeeze tightens on his shoulder. ]

[peripheries]

[Just going to start beating on the glass because it's better than standing and watching even if it does nothing other than bloody his knuckles.]

[honourous]

[ buddy, ]

Kaworu - [ on one hand, she wants to stop him from hurting himself. on the other hand, she would be reacting the same if it was her emotional support justice boy out there. so she instead moves to stand behind him, both hands on his shoulders, ready to pull him back if it gets excessive. ]

[peripheries]

[he tries to move out of the way of her hands. Not intentionally, but like how your body naturally flinches away from an unpleasant sensation. He doesn't want to be stopped or held back, it's like if he stops, everything he's feeling might just suddenly fester and eat him alive from the inside out.]

Justice. Please.

[honourous]

[ nope, not that. hulkenberg curls her fingers to steady him, though doesn't rip him away or stop him, necessarily. especially as justice melts off the cyborg's damn arm - it's a relief, but it's also a horrifying one. ]

... he will see it done, Kaworu.

[peripheries]

I know. I know. He always does.

[but there's there's still cost. At least one person, beyond the condemned, is always losing something in these executions. And your gain is at the expense of their loss.

He wants to be out of here.]

[honourous]

[ she hates it. they only saw one of these, and she can only imagine what eight, damned weeks of this bloody, miserable loss is going to be like. what it was like, for people like kaworu. for the people of scawwy that watch boothill die again for something he was forced to do.

she gives his shoulders a squeeze. ]

I have my first aid supplies. 'Tis only a balm, but it will get him to the centre.

[peripheries]

[ he says nothing. He keeps watching, body tense, trembling. Of course Anders would do the respectful thing and do it himself, take it on his back as a man and not a force of nature. He wonders if boothill understood this in his last moments and if it gave him comfort. Or maybe boothill no longer understood much at all at that point. But in the end he still had a human heart that felt and that must have mattered.]