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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[ he sounds just as displeased by it, 'entertainment' coming out like venom. arms crossed, he's watching. ]
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[She bites her lower lip upon noticing the syringes, though.]
... Oh, my god. Please tell me the theme isn't death penalty.
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Sheila, what is that thing? [ making a vaguely syringe-y motion. ] Some sort of poison?
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Yeah. Lethal dose, I guess?
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Mm. [ as fukuda goes to sit down, he's quiet, and... when the prisoners' dilemma comes up, he frowns, brows furrowing, his fingertip tapping against the inside of his arm, going quiet. ]
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Listening to Fukuda talk, and closing her fucking eyes.]
Why is he talking about this...? There's no timer to run out. Getting philosophical isn't going to change anything.
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She laughs at that for like, maybe two seconds top. Before the execution catches back up with her and she dead eyes the window.]
Oh, god. They're still talking.
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I think he's fantasizing, actually. Starting to wish I were deaf.
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[Looks at the door Endorsi left through.
Looks back at the window, at Omi.
And sighs.]
No... I'm emotionally invested. Goddamn it.
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[ gu yun would've stabbed him like thirty minutes ago ]
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[gu yun and everyone else in this room.]
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[ not that she sympathizes with fukuda, but why is everyone complaining when they got what they wanted ]
Cover your ears if you want.
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he doesn't cover his ears, but, does look a bit more serious after. you right vira. ]
So we were.
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A fight is a foolish decision.
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Seems like one he may not have to make, after all.
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