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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[ and frankly she's tired of hearing his voice after yesterday. ]
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Thank you.
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But he survived that. And now he is the way he is.
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[looks at id:invaded IT IS DEFINITELY NOT AS EASY AS GO TO THERAPY]
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[Ick.]
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That hole must have been where his one brain cell lived.
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shi qingxuan nods a little in agreement with this.]
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sighs in her direction about it. ]
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[she sighs, too, and puts her hand on his arm
and then remembers it's memshare week and pulls it away lest something stupid happen.]
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He does nudge her with his elbow when she pulls away, before settling back into place. ]
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