week 1 execution

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W1: 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

[rosebleed]

[The sudden swirl of ink does catch her eye, in spite of the horror show in front of them. She reads it with a furrow between her brow.

Then he's got his hand at her elbow, and she nearly pulls away, muscles tense. But after a moment, she relents. Doesn't reciprocate, but allows it. For now. She takes his advice, inhaling thin and long with mouth pressed into a taut line.

Wis'adel unleashes an assault of an all new sort, and Kaworu falters. Takes a blow to the shoulder and goes down. Rosamund jumps in her seat, leaning forward.]

Get up!

[sixam]

[ he's of two minds here, because he wants kaworu to be safe, but watching this play out and knowing what he knows about weesh, the things a different her has told him about and things he's seen, really makes this very difficult to ignore.

so when rosamund jumps out of her seat, he looks at her for a brief moment before he gets to his own feet and walks off, heading closer for the barrier and away from everyone else to lean forward and watch more closely than before.

goddamn. ]

[rosebleed]

[goddamn is about right.

She looks to his back as he leaves, surprised but rooted to the spot.

It's too much now to pay attention to what's happening in the stands. The tables turn as quick as a switching a light. Her breath holds tight in her chest.

And when the knife finds its home in Wis'adel's throat, and the final mirage comes through, Rosamund sinks back down to her seat. Cowed. A little awed.

Mostly, she just feels so terribly sad for them both.]