week 6 execution

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W6: 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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[foreverphantom]

[ As expected, Dante walks out onto the runway. He pauses to take a look around--he's seen this place so, so many times from above, but never from down here.

He looks up at the observation deck. They look so small from here. So far away. But they're all watching. They're all going to watch him die, in some grotesque manner he can't even imagine yet, at the hands of the worst person it could be, probably.

It's the last one. It's the last time this is happening. It was always going to be someone down here, this time it just happens to be him. He takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders, trying to mentally prepare himself for whatever comes.

He just has to get through this. They all just have to get through this. ]

[feytality]

[ the worst person it could be indeed. maya steps onto the runway, not by her own volition, but she's here, regardless. some part of her expected this, so she'd grown resigned to the possibility. it seemed fitting, even. starfarer vs starfarer. just like rin and siffrin. blandly: ]

Hi, Dante.

[ --- but now that she's here, she's at a loss. she doesn't want to kill dante, and she doesn't want to die again herself. but those are the only two possibilities ]

[ brief images are shared: the starfarers together at the jail cell, huddled in a circle. siffrin handing out wooden carvings. the starfarers piling on her as she'd been revived. painting dante's nails pitch black. ]

[ You have a kind heart, but if you cannot steel it for moments like this, it's better to avoid letting it take the beating. ]

[ ... not an option. she has to steel herself. get ready to take a life with her own hands, and her teammate and friend's, at that. ]

[ after all, that's what this "game" is all about, isn't it? ]

OBSERVATION DECK

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[sootprints]

[ i'm so glad we moved this execution time slightly away from my raid time so kate can kill again!!!

yeah no she's here in the audience.

she wears something close to her usual style, with her hair fastened in the back with a crocheted rose accessory and false nails like these. she sits with her hands folded neatly in her lap, though while she's outwardly calm and steady, her thoughts are a bit too muddled to be heard clearly. ]

[sootprints]

[ the billowing of smoke is immediate when she sees maya out there. ]

[damp]

[ Great!! Also sitting by her, teeth grinding. ]

Damn it.

[agleam]

[transfixed by this art it's so cool

anyways he's here, sitting off to the side somewhere and watching quietly for now. there's a bruise on his face and his eyes look red as he looks out at the arena, silent, arms crossed. just waiting to see who comes out for the time being.]

[halians]

[ standing just slightly in front of rupert to his right side is strohl, the look on his face severe and thunderous. he's in the same clothes he changed into after the theatre investigation from last night, yellow coat back on, hair a mess and bags under his eyes. he clearly has not slept, either.

arms folded across his chest and scowling, he watches the proceedings ahead, his thoughts an occasional scribble of black over his head. ]

[honourous]

[ on the opposite side of rupert from strohl, in the same stance otherwise, is... hulkenberg! she's still in her clothes from trial, arms crossed and halberd at her back like always. she looks severe, like she hasn't slept either, and her thoughts are squiggly and mixed.

her tired eyes are forward, watching dante emerge and just waiting to see who moves out to join him. ]

[nostradamus]

[glances at him while slowly chewing on a muffin.]

[shirtbag]

[ tries to get a short look at rupert and nod at him ]

[bxkautx]

[ hmm. glances over at rupert and his bodyguards. ]

[peripheries]

[Just looking at this with an unreadable expression.]

[toxicate]

[ it's last exec so he's in black and actually pleasant to look at today.

sitting for this one, one leg tucked up and sword on the ground beside him. ]

[doublefists]

[ she's here, with a coffee, crammed into a corner. she's got a hoodie on, hood up, expression blank. ]

[shirtbag]

[ boots here! pouring a little bar-sized bottle of whiskey into a black cup of coffee. he stands off somewhere to watch and sip. ]

[ballies]

[ here we go here we go here we go again. she's here with a fit, as always. she looks kinda tired, but what's new on a sunday anyway?

as always, she has a coffee. as always, she's mostly just holding it and picking at the lid to have her hands something to do. NOT as always, she tenses pretty hard when maya walks out and the lid pops off and she absolutely spills some coffee on her but y'know. a little burning? who cares. ]

[peripheries]

[just wearing an oversized zip up and some sweatpants, fingers laced together, eyes flitting between his hands and the flight deck like he can't decide if he wants to watch or not.

Underneath the zip-up, he is wearing the shirt Dante gave him at the pool party.

And when he sees Maya he just puts his face in his hands and sighs.]

[sixam]

[ he's here toward the back, a cigarette dangling from his lips and a coffee in hand as he watches. there's a bruise on his face and he mostly looks extremely agitated that this is happening again, but it's fine.



never mind, that agitation grows ten-fold when he sees maya joining dante. fuck. ]

[teenrebellion]

[ sitting in the back as usual, sipping his coffee with a frown as maya walks out. ]

[nostradamus]

[one last fit check for the road. she looks annoyed when she sees maya out there with dante, clicking her tongue before going back to shoving her brunch in her mouth.]

[selfimmolation]

[ god he knew this would fucking happen

anyway he's sitting down somewhere grimacing when maya comes out it is always star on star violence ]

[feminitis]

[sei is here, anxiously scanning the crowd of people who are gathered and glancing out to see who shows up to do the execution...

and curses under her breath when she sees maya there. yikes.]

[bxkautx]

[ she's here watching. and just frowns a little at who's out there. ]