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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[femmefinale]

[ Grell, stop taking bets.

Primrose closes her eyes briefly, but then offers Vira a thin little smile. ]

If there's another vice of choice, I'd be happy to join you for it afterwards. If not...

[ Drinks? Drinks.

THE BARBED WIRE IS SO BAD. ]

[chevaleros]

[ IT'S... BAD. they're really beating on each other now, though vira doesn't turn away or flinch, very barely managing a smile back before it fizzles. ]

...I'll pour you a glass after this, then.

[ though maybe a depression nap is more apt. ]

[femmefinale]

Thank you.

... You needn't watch, you know.

[ Though she's pretty sure Vira already knows that. ]

[chevaleros]

...That goes for you as well.

[ and yet here they are. ]

[femmefinale]

[ Here they are.

And here is Primrose, turning just a little pale as magma happens. ]

[chevaleros]

[ she's not the comforting type, very still beside primrose as beau burns and screams and goes. she doesn't move for a sweet gesture or a hug, but when it's finally over, she just carefully reaches out, touching prim's elbow and speaking quietly, grimly. ]

...We should go.

[ they weren't made to witness this, but why did it have to happen? ]

[femmefinale]

[ Primrose says nothing, merely nods, her expression firmly closed off as she turns to leave with Vira.

This doesn't bode well. ]