week 3 execution

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W3: 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.

THE VOTED

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]

[comes to sit next to her. She's also tense, apprehensive, but she'll offer Kate a small smile.]

[sootprints]

[ she lifts her chin to look over at rosamund, and unclenches one hand enough to hold it out to her. ]

[rosebleed]

[Rosamund will take it in hers. She lets her thumb smooth over the inky black back, nodding very slightly.

Then a shark appears on stage and I guess it is not a joke?]

[sootprints]

[ it is not a joke...

flecks of soot rise from kate's head as rin and siffrin face each other. ]

[rosebleed]

Oh, no no no...

[She tenses up again, but watches. Listens.]

He has powers, again?

[she'd gotten a bit of explanation about their game, but not much.]

[sootprints]

It seems that way...

[rosebleed]

[Flinching at this memshare this is deeply unfair?? She'd not heard about this part at all.

Even so.]

If at any point you don't want to watch, it's okay. I can tell you when it's done.

[sootprints]

... I won't look away.

[ not like she gets a choice with these memshares!!

the smoke rising from her head thickens. ]

[rosebleed]

...All right, then.

[the memshares are beaming straight into their brain meat. Hateful. This Rang guy is such a punk.

And then they taper off. It's just Rin, with his hands around his friend's neck. Making amends the best way he can, by cutting it all short. Rosamund puts her other hand on top of their clasped fingers, and does her best to keep her composure.

Tears still come though. How can they not, with the things Rin says? With how Siffrin did their best to spare him the worst?]