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

[commedia]

This seems like an insult...isn't this made for children?

[Douman has never seen a bouncy house before, but through Approximate Modern Knowledge and just its colorfulness and silliness in general, they can make a good guess.]

All this after Tamaki was murdered...?

[maelstroms]

This is meant to be a plaything.

[ His tone is so flat it almost doesn't seem like a question, but it's. A fairly incredulous one. ]

[commedia]

[A sigh.]

I feel that somewhere, someone is laughing at us, mmm...

[maelstroms]

I think you're probably right.

[toesies]

It's a riff on the Sock'em Boppers...?

[She is making a face even as she says that. Hate this.]

[commedia]

...I don't think Sock'em Boppers have spikes in them, Sheila.

[LIKE. SERIOUSLY. WHAT IS THIS]

[toesies]

Oh, my god.

[YEAH. GOOD QUESTION.]

Who came up with this crap?

[commedia]

[Just.]

[Looks over at the Avatars?]

[aubins]

[ yeah, no this is valid. ]

[toesies]

[closes

her goddamn eyes.]

Yet another thing to complain about. Later.

[fergalicious]

[ Medb's just watching all this, as everyone is, but after the traps start making themselves very obvious: ]

How much more insulting is it now?

[commedia]

[Lets out a "hmmmmmm" noise.]

A bit more. It is rather like giving each of them cushions that happen to be filled with knives. One would rather just have the knife in the first place.

[fergalicious]

Mm-hmm. This kind of show really isn't for anyone.

[ Medb watches the KAPOW with a cool expression. ]