Week 0 Execution

[probe]

POPULATION: 36

Sunday morning is a calm and quiet affair after the events of the trial before. All traces of evidence and damage has disappeared as of yesterday and Simulations continues to be occupied by the chosen culprit.

At about 1pm, however, everyone will receive a mass text once more.

If you wish to say your goodbyes, meet us in the conference room. Attendance will not be mandatory.

Unlike Saturday, participants will not be forced to enter the conference room. It seems as though you really do have a choice...unless you're BEAUREGARD and ENDORSI JAHAD who will find they cannot resist and will be compelled into walking forward.

As the pair of them enter the conference room, they will find themselves walking through a door hidden away in a corner. The moment they step through it, the door will seal and disappear. The previously dark window soon lights up, providing a clear view of them to all who remain in the room. The four Avatars from yesterday's trial are seated at their table, and the TV that hangs above them turns on as audio begins to filter into the room to provide a clear picture of what's happening inside the other room.

Prepare yourselves, everyone. This may not be easy to watch.

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Comments

[toesies]

[yeah. there's no way she's going to sit out of this one.

she looks like she expects the worse, but as the screen reveals what's going on in the other room...]

—A bounce house?

[baffled??]

[enfangs]

[yeah, uh.]

What the hell?

[toesies]

Oh, lightning does strike twice.

[justice bounce house...]

[enfangs]

Not exactly what I wanted to be agreein' over...

[toesies]

Nuh-uh...

[SWEATY. Watching Beau count down.]

I guess we're about to find out how many precious childhood memories are about to be ruined.

[messybench]

...

Maybe we are on a prank show.

[toesies]

With the SFX budget of an Avengers movie?

[toyska]

[what language are you even speaking]

[messybench]

And the coherency of an Avengers movie.

....

Normally I'd hold up my hand for a high five, but this is pretty fucked up, so I'll abstain.

[commedia]

...It's not a particularly funny one.

[like. seriously]

[messybench]

Yeah I'm with you on that one, bud. Suuuuper bad taste.

[dotcom]

Just stop talking.

[messybench]

[ she's about to make a comment back, but uh then the whole lava shit happens and she kind of gasps in horror ]

What the fuck!

[dotcom]

[ at the same exact time, ]

What the fuck...

[messybench]

[ twinsies!!! ]

[ she's still covering her face in horror ]

Jesus--- what! That's so fucked!

[dotcom]

[ you know, he just told her to shut the fuck up like two seconds ago?

but there's a moment's pause before he reaches over to grab her by the shoulder and tug her along. ]

Come on. We should leave.

[messybench]

[ she's kind of just staring a little, and her eyes flicker over to mollymauk, but she lets herself get pulled away in a rare silent moment ]