WEEK 2 EXECUTION

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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.

It's time. You guys don't have to come if you don't want to, but.

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 TAMOTSU FUKUDA and OMI FUSHIMI 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]

[ There's no matching scowl, but his arms are crossed as well while he watches Omi file in with Fukuda. ]

Every week is another point against the theory of executioners being a combat match for the convicted. We'll see if that's the case this time, as well.

[alteracion]

I'd say last week put that one in the grave.

[ did the robot even have any even match! probably not. ]

[maelstroms]

[ probably not!! tsk ]

There's not much rhyme or reason, at this point, except maybe what would cause the most strife.

[alteracion]

None of this counts as indulging in despair.

[ she's refusing it!! ]

[maelstroms]

There's a quickly decreasing number of people that would indulge in it, at least.

[alteracion]

[ yikes. ]

[maelstroms]

[ tell him he's wrong, looking at Grell, HK-47, and Douman specifically ]

[alteracion]

[ he's not, she is looking away ]

[shiftingwinds]

[rude]

[alteracion]

[ britt says, after trying so desperately to get sqx dead ]

[headmt]

Hey, that's rude.

[shi qingxuan did fine?]

[alteracion]

No, what's rude is watching a woman get beaten to near death by a killer robot because we're not allowed to just turn him off and have to do a spectacle of it.

[aubins]

[ i mean the robot still ate shit, so it all worked out. but let's never do that again. ]

[sengokus]

[ . . . . . . he breathes in and out slowly before sighing.]

.... we'll see what demented test it is this time, I guess.

But for Omi-san to be stuck doing this.... Fuck.

[maelstroms]

Mm. [ Fuck indeed. ] This environment seems... limited, but I don't trust anything they put in there with them.

[ He mulls it over, watching, shifting his shovel in the crook of one arm. ]

We should prepare for whatever outcome we find, after how last week went. Medical help or detainment.

[liuli]

[ from where he's standing, gu yun makes eye contact and gives a little nod upwards of his head. same process as last week. ]

[maelstroms]

[ He returns the nod, curling his hand around the shovel more securely before his eyes drift forward again to the execution itself. ]

[sengokus]

[ . . . . he pauses for a second.]

... they're probably gonna grapple. But whatever's in that syringe is... [probably not great] If we don't know what's in it, it'd be hard to counteract it.

[if it's even possible]

So we'll need to get Omi-san to the med bay ASAP if he gets any of it.

[ . . . . ]

For the other option... it could get messy. But all noncombatants should leave.

[toesies]

[...

She feels like she should point out that lethal injections are, usually, fast acting. But she won't.]

... They're talking now. Let's see how this goes before you shoo out a good chunk of us, okay?

[sengokus]

[the hope is that he never gets stabbed at all but sometimes you hold onto hope through an elevator ride

but admittedly:]

.... you shouldn't just take a serial killer's invitation to talk....

[when he has a LETHAL INJECTION in his hand]

[enfangs]

Honestly, Omi should just stab him mid-monologue.

[toesies]

Or to sit down. A lot of things go wrong once you get comfortable.

[At least... they are both the same height so theoretically, the same arms length.]

[maelstroms]

We make sure the path between the doors and elevator are clear, then, same as last time.

[ Because they'll need a straight shot, if Omi needs to be taken to medbay. They have enough people that would be able to cart him off, get him to a pod, hope for the best.

He doesn't say anything about the other option, especially with the spiel that Fukuda begins to meander through. But his jaw does clench and his eyes do narrow, at the mention of jail time. ]

[sengokus]

[ . . . . . . yeah.

everything about the discussion makes mineo just a bit angrier. who the fuck has time for philosophy when you've got lethal syringes in your hands? there's a growing feeling of tension for him like he's waiting for it to snap.]

.... the hell is the point....

[maelstroms]

[ Ming Yi doesn't like this, because of the tension. (Because of something that hits a little too close to him, too, with this bullshit monologue.) Just get it over with - while they learned some things from HK-47 monologuing, but are they actually going to learn anything from this self-serving hypothetical? ]

Drawing it out. Lulling Omi into a greater false sense of security, not that he seems to have much of a survival instinct. Hell if I know.