Week 3 Execution

[probe]

POPULATION: 25

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.

Good morning, everyone. Please join us in the conference room for a view which will surely take your breath away.

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 TRAFALGAR LAW and YUEL 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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Comments

[sistocracy]

She did...?

[a glance at primrose, then back at the participants.]

... Hmm.

[femmefinale]

So she told me, this week. I can certainly verify her strength.

[sistocracy]

[vaguely:] Good.

[and the scenario... unfolds]

... What.

[femmefinale]

... [ Primrose is a ye olde so wtf is that, what is he wearing ]

I... am admittedly not sure what this is.

[sistocracy]

[15th century vampire here, so]

[and then law just flings himself at yuel.]

... Oh. It's a fight after all?

[femmefinale]

[ Yep, there he goes. ]

I should have known.

[sistocracy]

[which brings her back to...]

Good.

[femmefinale]

[ Primrose has nothing to say in response to that because she doesn't want Yuel to risk dying just because she was randomly selected for this.

Her expression is unreadable, at least. ]

[sistocracy]

[as it goes on, lenore's expression turns to... a fond smile.]

Such an honorable pirate.

[femmefinale]

... Not words I expected to hear.

[ She doesn't know all that many pirates, granted. ]

[sistocracy]

Oh, but he is. Like a noble rogue from a fairytale.

[she says, literally as he's grappling with yuel.]

I was worried about what would happen if he was matched with someone who can't fight.

[alteracion]

[ somewhere in the background is grace mouthing "a noble rogue" with a ????? face ]

[enfangs]

[somewhere in the background white is stifling a laugh at grace's reaction]

[fergalicious]

[ mood ]

[femmefinale]

[ Primrose just.

Kind of points????

To the-- death wrestling out there??????? ]

And you think he would accept a graceful death if he was matched against an opponent who's never fought before?

[sistocracy]

[yes she sees, but what is the problem here]

Oh, I don't know that it would be graceful. But I don't think he'd be able to give it his all.

[bonetiddies]

[So beautiful. . . so delusional. . . ]

[toesies]

[lenore... your taste...]

[femmefinale]

[ Primrose just kind of keeps gazing at this chaos. ]

... Well, he's kinder than most would give him credit for, I suppose.

[ IN A... REALLY... TSUNDERE KIND OF WAY???????? ]

[sistocracy]

He really is too kind for his own good. Just as I thought.

[he's so fucking tsundere]

[chevaleros]

[ the FUCK is this ]

You are a ridiculous woman and should choke on your words.

[sistocracy]

I'm sorry, is there a problem?

[chevaleros]

[ the problem is her crewmate is starting to stress her out and lenore is here making googly eyes. ]

Yes. Keep your thoughts to yourself so I might not have to suffer your terrible taste.

[sistocracy]

[lenore's about to respond, but then she looks back to law, and smiles softly.]

If you're worried about Yuel, then you should be glad he keeps insisting on a fair fight.

[fergalicious]

[ Childe, in the other thread, will feel her grip on his hand become deathly tight. ]

Your taste and your judgment.