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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[brightred]

[Grell's just hanging out, tbh. A little confused at the bounce house, though once it turns actually dangerous she's more interested.]

I'll be your bookie for this race, place your bets with me~

[shiftingwinds]

[


okay, no. sqx attempts to thwap grell in the back of her head with her folding fan.]

If that's a joke, it isn't a funny one.

[brightred]

[/is thwapped]

What, never placed a bet before?

[shiftingwinds]

I've placed plenty, but this isn't the time.

[brightred]

Please, this is the perfect time! A moment like this, two beautiful girls struggling to survive, the thrill of impending death! It gets your blood pumping, doesn't it~

[shiftingwinds]

...it really, really doesn't.

[alteracion]

I'm placing the highest amount possible on someone punching you by the end of the day.

[brightred]

Oh, I hope so~ [PUNCH HER YOU COWARDS]

[alteracion]

[ grace does not ask if this is a fetish, because she does not want to know, actually ]

[enfangs]

[mood]

[chevaleros]

[hate this place so much]

[headmt]

Go fuck yourself.

Everything on Beau.

[brightred]

Everything? Are you sure about that?

[headmt]

Everything.

[brightred]

Your life?

[liuli]

[ we stan ]

[niceguyferatu]

[ sideeyes her from a distance with pursed lips because, well, this is certainly tasteless. ]

[aubins]

[ none of you are free of sin ]

[maelstroms]

[ deadest deadpan: ] I suppose this counts as indulging in despair.

[ He does not stop Qingxuan from giving Grell a smack with the fan. ]

[toesies]

[yikes]

[holeful]

Even if that wasn't in poor taste, does anyone even have money on them?

[He sure does not.]

[brightred]

In a place like this there are so~ many~ other things you could bet, sir~

[holeful]

I feel that all that's being accomplished here is making yourself a target for the next murder.

[brightred]

I hope so~

My chainsaw hasn't seen nearly enough action here.

[commedia]

[Just. Sort of looking away? You do you, Grell!! Get that sweet $$$$ or souls or whatever!!!!]