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 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.]