WEEK 2 EXECUTION

[probe]

POPULATION: 28

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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[holeful]

[Fukuda is still conscious, though he does not look particularly comfortable? And he winces a bit when Omi grabs him, but he's smiling in spite of it.]

Sorry, I guess I messed up, after all... Making you feel like that again.
[He reaches up to pat Omi's face, though his limbs seem unnaturally stiff, and when he exhales heavily, his breath comes out visible, freezing cold.]

I thought it would be a lot more cool to go out... on my own terms... and save you the trouble.
[He winces, like he's in pain, and his gaze seems distracted. But he's still fighting to smile.]

I just... hope... you-
[And he just, stops. Eye's hazing over as a delicate frost blooms on his exposed skin. He's stuck rigidly in place, completely frozen. Tamotsu Fukuda is dead.]

[probe]

[Frost begins to dust over Omi's face, the temperature in the room dropping with every passing second.

The frost begins to bloom from Fukuda's neck, rapidly spreading as his skin freezes and cracks, veins freezing from the inside out as his body begins to completely shatter and fall away in pieces.

As the ice fragments of Fukuda's body heavily hit the floor, Omi will find a strong guest of wind that whips over his face, pushing him straight against the wall as the door to the conference room opens and pushes him back inside with the other participants.

Ice frosts over the observation window, and a moment later Fukuda is gone.

The conference room goes dark as the lights go out, the white execution room flashing before going black as the conference room lights up once more. The door has disappeared, and the Avatars are no longer at their table.

The events of the day have finished.]

[housewolf]

[Right. Okay. Omi is perfectly fine, actually. Besides the cold. Besides watching a man he called a friend shatter into pieces.

There's nothing to worry over him about, right?

He's leaving.]

[mukagen]

[ Noooo. Gojou has the thought of following him, but decides it might be best to give him some time. ]