WEEK 1 EXECUTION

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EXECUTION

Just like before, you all get up in the morning...but you know that after today, there will be less of you.

The Lady appears again, leading you all up the stairs to the third floor, past whatever glimpses of the upper floors you might get. This time, it's to a chapel - where a screen near the altar is already playing a video, the sound of the most beautiful instrument in the world washing over you all as you take a seat in the pews.

The Lady puts down some tarp near the altar, as if expecting this to get messy. When she's finished, she sets her gaze on all of you, her beautiful somehow awful during this moment before someone dies.

"Good morning. Shall we begin this execution?"

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EXECUTION

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[The Lady continues speaking once she's certain she has everyone's attention, as Medic arrives, flanked by The Captain and another Staff member.]

Every execution needs an executioner. Though I suspect the picking may have been rigged - [She glances at The Captain, who shrugs] - I will honor it anyway,

Phil Connors. You have been chosen as The Medic's executioner tonight. Please join me and your victim up before the Altar.

[Without waiting for a response, she continues -]

Please pick from one of these methods of execution: Hanging, Drowning, Stabbing, Strangling, Immolation, Electrocution, or the Iron Maiden. You have ten minutes to decide.

[imstuck]

[Hi Phil already craves death. He looks at the Lady in a mild panic.]

What?! You can’t just make me pick how I should murder someone I... don’t hate, let alone force me to go through with it!

PEANUT GALLERY

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[A place for everyone else to thread out their reactions to the execution!]

[xenoqueen]

This is just absurd. You can't seriously expect us all to watch this.

[dereban]

. . .okay, but why the fuck is there a chapel in a resort.

Just saying.

[ humor helps in these trying times ]

[geckodad]

Is he even gonna be able to do this?

[Phil doesn't seem like the kind of person that'd ever kill someone. Iwai can only imagine how stressed he is now, being forced to be an executioner]

[purrtagonist]

[uuunlike yesterday, when his anger boiled over like a pot of pasta, Akira is. . . relatively calm as they file into the chapel. he takes a seat in one of the pews and watches, arms folded and legs crossed, the opaque lenses of his glasses hiding his expression. the only evidence that this whole charade doesn't sit right with him is the way his fingers dig tightly into his upper arm, knuckles white]

[. . . anyway also he's a little bruised today?? there's a cut on one of his cheeks, too. and if someone is paying attention, they may notice the white splash of bandages poking out from underneath one sleeve.]

[HM]

[diesifkilled]

[Shirou today is looking quite grim and even more serious than usual, but otherwise calm.

When he sits down, it's a bit gingerly, like maybe someone who's got some serious bruises and strains. Hm.]

[rosebridled]

[ Anthy sits down several rows back, alone. She sits up straight with her hands folded in her lap and looks forward, though her gaze doesn't seem to be focused on anything in particular. ]

[messianic]

[Much the same as Anthy, Minato's seated back a few rows, solemn and silent.

Unlike Anthy, though, his eyes are fixed straight ahead on the execution. It doesn't seem right if he doesn't at least watch, even if he hates that they're all here at all.

... This really is the worst.]

[blutsauger]

[Archimedes is here! He's in Snake's hands right now, and it looks like Snake is having a bit of trouble keeping him there. He pecks at Snake's hands and tries to struggle free, but it's no use. He wants to go to Medic.]

[latebluemer]

[She’s leaning quietly on the back wall with her arms crossed like some kind of broody anime side character, hair down from its usual pigtails and dressed down in something more low-key but still blue as all hell. She looks... irritated? And definitely like she got less sleep than is ideal, but probably that’s the norm here.]

[dolleyed]

[ Okay there's a grotesque execution going on, blah blah, that's all fine and well but....

Kohaku's just pointing at the music video. ]

What is that?

[justonezero]

[Yoshi just sits quietly, watching with a blank expression as they figure out how Medic wants to die. He'll occasionally turn to look at the others, checking on them, but he is at least keeping quiet.]

[enter_the_darkness]

[ So, guess who else is covered in injuries!!!

There are quite a few bruises visible along his knuckles and on his eye. His clothes make it kind of difficult to see anything else.

Hmmmm...

Anyway, he looks kind of. Calm. Genuinely calm... ]

After The Death

[dolleyed]

[ Okay, that execution was... well, a thing. Kohaku isn't delighted by it in the slightest, but also he doesn't care much. What he does care about is... ]

Does the body get burned? I should've asked this Friday already, but there was such a commotion I kinda got sidetracked.

[moonlightbeast]

[He's here, but also not here? Like, his body is present, but his eyes look dull and emotionless.

He also will end up watching the whole execution, beginning to end. No looking away. He owes Medic that much at least.

His hands are shaking slightly by the end of it, though.]

Post-Execution - emeto-warning

[theycallhimmrpchan]

[The scream, the spasm, the smell, that awful horrible smell - all color drained from his face, and he reacted without thinking, bolting from the pew. With a hand over his mouth, he's stumbling and limping, barely making it outside before the bile overpowered his ability to hold it, and he vomits into a nearby potted plant]

[thejusticewagon]

[Cynthia's just unusually quiet and looks kind of sick as she... tries very hard to look, even if she really doesn't want to.]

POST-DEATH

[justonezero]

[Yoshi's face crinkles a bit at the smell - it's pretty gross! - but otherwise...

Mm. Still pretty blank. He's not sure how to feel about this. About the death of Szayel, or the Medic, or even seeing the results of the latter for himself.

Once again, he casts a look around, quietly seeing how the others are reacting. Because for him, there's just a whole

lot of

nothing.]

[tacticalespionageaction]

[Watching that execution - Snake's stared death in the face enough times. Seeing a man die, he's used to it, but that was someone he could've called a friend, and before he realizes, he's speaking:]

MEDIIIIIIIC!

[When that smell hits, that burning, the ever-stoic Snake just becomes vacant. He'd never forgotten that stench, but to feel it right there before him again...not picking immolation didn't make any difference, huh?

He'll move in a moment, he has to follow survival instinct, after all.]

post-execution

[diesifkilled]

[When the chair gets brought out, Shirou goes completely quiet. It's suddenly dawning on him that all the chatter about his wellbeing might have been just a little disrespectful on top of irrelevant.

He watches Medic's death with a steely expression, calm despite what's happening. When the smell hits his nostrils, though, the calmness turns into something more strained. He's still not really showing any emotion, but he suddenly gets up from the pew and walks out without looking at anyone.]

post-execution

[dereban]

[ Inaba actually watches the execution with a stern look on her face, hands folded on her lap rather tightly; she doesn't show any of the anger or just how upset she is, but she's quiet throughout the entirety of the actual execution itself.

It's only when the smell hits her nose that she actually reacts, frowning quite a bit as she tenses up, her grip tightening, but she doesn't move to leave immediately.

She just.

Finds herself lowering her head, chewing on her nail -- a bad habit of hers -- as she finds herself practically frozen in her seat, just staring at the floor a little helplessly. ]

Post Execution

[whirlingmace]

[ This soul of innocence is used to the shouts and the smell of burning flesh. She's used to death.

She isn't used to mourning. She isn't used to people remembering the dead and being so broken up over it. This is the weight the memory carries in the living, and she doesn't like it.

Cinque is quiet for a change, but she'll approach anyone who meets her look to grab on to their shirt or jacket and hold on. ]

post-execution

[rosebridled]

[ ...

Rather than leaving immediately, Anthy will actually head in the opposite direction to the front of the chapel -- as unpleasant an experience as that is now, and she's definitely holding her breath a little -- to lay a white rose in front of the electric chair.

Maybe this is really why they gave her these.


After that, she'll turn to go. ]