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

EXECUTION

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OBSERVATION DECK

[mgtropes]

[honourous]

[ well! as always, hulkenberg has returned to her canon fit and is standing with strohl, arms crossed, discontent written on her face. ]

[sixam]

[ good morning! today is awful! he's sitting on a bench in a baggy hoodie and kind of hunched forward to watch the scene below, wings tense and slightly curled around him. there's a cigarette behind his ear instead of in his mouth this time but it makes it much more obvious he's frowning.

how much worse can this get, actually? probably extremely, but he refuses to voice it just yet. ]

[teenrebellion]

[ here in the back as usual. he looks exhausted, but he's keeping an eye on wherever jonas and alex are more than the execution ahead. ]

[sootprints]

[ kate sits quietly as always, but she is a little more visibly tense than she usually is at these. she folds her arms, fingers digging in. she does have some lovely press-on nails, though. ]

[bxkautx]

[ chillin... ]

[ballies]

[ well, she's minus the cigarette but still putting the effort in through the weekend.

she's just sat there, fiddling with something in her hands and looking tired. ]

[siffrin]

[ Who else to expect to walk onto the runaway but the voted themselves?

Heeled boots walking on without a pause in step, their usual look as it's always been. The swish of their cloak as they come to a stop, as the environment starts to shift and settle on what looks to be.. an island. Tall, looming mountains. The sea just right here at the edge of it. The sight of black sand, dark like the night sky as the sky reflects the same passing image. Like the stars dance on the earth, sea and sky all together.

And yet, as Siffrin stares at it, a distant look in their eye, the island starts to glitch out. Unstable. Here and.. not. Remembered - no, not really. Forgotten. Forgotten, forgotten, forgotten.

For a moment, a memory plays.

(...)

(But you can't remember any of it.)

In a blink, it's like they've forgotten it all. To look at where they stand. At what they saw before them. Instead, they wait. A deep breath drawing in, out, a glint reflecting off as a silver coin toys idly in their hand. ]

[frotag]

[ explodes. goodbye wahoo.

no, he's standing here as usual, ass coffee cup in hand. sundays... ]

[halians]

[ can you imagine if i was like actually he's not here i'm the executioner





This is not true. strohl is here, back in his halia jacket, arms crossed. he looks stormy and unhappy if at least in better health today, and his standing near hulkenberg and/or hovering near rupert unless eli is executioner in which case they're dead to me

in the meantime strohl jr, however, looks as happy as happy can be, cluelessly running around and asking for pets with his big cute eyes and ruining the mood as he does. ]

[nascens]

[He's taking up his usual seat at a distance, arms crossed over his chest as he keeps a vague eye on things. He seems a little testy and has also shed his cult shirt.]

[teenrebellion]

[ establishing him sitting next to jonas and leaning just enough so their shoulders can touch. it's gonna be bad, man. ]

[honourous]

[ i'd jump across the office and kill you

anyways she would normally pet strohl jr but we're busy hovering near rupert together waiting for an innocent combination of shapes to die unless eli is executioner in which case they are also dead to me ]

[damp]

Huh?

[riderculous]

[ our fit of the day! astolfo is holding a wood carving of hippo in their hands while standing as close to the barrier as they can ]

[bulls]

[ ig fitcheck...

im cursed to be in werewolf on today the day of this execution but he sure is here today, quiet and focused straight ahead. he is holding a wooden carving of a bull very tightly between his hands, black nail polish on his fingertips as well. ]

[toxicate]

[ is in the high contrast combo of full armour over his legs and arms and just like. a shirt. over his torso. it seemed probably rude to have his abs out at trial so

his hands are folded over the pommel of his sword, looking out with probably the most pissed-off expression he's had all game. irritated. ]

[obdure]

[ sir... ]

[drymonster]

[ glances at her nails... cute. ]

[rosebleed]

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

[siffrin]

..Eh?

[drymonster]

[ todomatsu is less pink than usual but here with his coffee like every other week. man. ]

[sootprints]

[ she finally got them done... yay...

the better to clench her fist with as we try to decide if that fucking shark is a shitpost or not ]

[rosebleed]

[BRO IT'S NOT YOU UP THERE?????????

Looks over to him, worried.]