WEEK 1 EXECUTION

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POPULATION: 33

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.

Conference room. Don't have to be here, but it's happening anyway.

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 HK-47 and SHI QINGXUAN 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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[maelstroms]

[ The numbers keep going down. The crystal doesn't do anything, and the environment is turning against them as HK-47 keeps advancing.

Ming Yi raises his voice after a long beat, both hands flexing, wrapped around the shovel, addressing those that have been yelling or expressing their dismay even as he keeps watching the screen. ]

I doubt she can hear you. But belief that she'll survive is better than belief that she'll fail or that this is an unfair match - whether it has an impact on us or not, while we're without our spiritual power, she's still a god, and believers give more power than cynics.

[toyska]

[He glances over, an unreadable look on his face, just for a moment--but he doesn't say anything, just looks back at the screen too.]

[sengokus]

Then I'll believe.

[even if his expression is - pinched, to say the least. bothered and displeased with this turn of events. but he'll put a hand on ming yi's shoulder for just a second and his words are almost stubborn.]

She'll make it.

[britt, elsewhere, cackling]

[maelstroms]

[ Me, knowing that beefleaf is nothing but suffering in reality: hey let's app my and sqx to 7rings, it'll be great!

Mineo will feel that he's so tense he might as well be made of stone, but he doesn't shrug that momentary touch off and instead snorts at the stubbornness. But hopefully that amounts to... something. ]

[notaccurate]

...got it.

[He was already believing in her, but good to know.]

[messybench]

[ she's still pretty tense and angy but ]

Yeah, I know, she's a literal goddess, she kicks serious ash and has a rockin' bod. One murder microwave can't get her down.

[maelstroms]

[ Makes two of them there, Eleanor.

But hopefully "kicks serious ash" and "one murder microwave can't get her down" actually carry over, considering HK-47's next attack. ]

... at least for long. [ get up get up ]

[messybench]

[ through gritted teeth: ]

Come on, girl. Throw him in the garbage disposal.

[ this is before the evil monologue ftr ]

[maelstroms]

She may yet.

[ He doesn't know what a garbage disposal does, to its full extent, but he can extrapolate well enough as that big ol' yaoi hand goes for HK-47 after his monologue. ]