WEEK 5 EXECUTION

[probe]

POPULATION: 19

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.

I guess you guys know what the usual thing is now, right? Conference room if you want to watch.

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 CHILDE and MEDB 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

[toesies]

Don't be impressed, just stick with annoyed!

[fluffier]

I— [ just puts her face in her hands ] Yeah. Just... why.

[toesies]

Amen, sister.

[fluffier]

[ Just sighs.

But also grows incredibly annoyed at seeing Childe and Medb kiss. ]

[toesies]

[MUMBLING, WATCHING THEM BE HET AND FIGHTY:]

Is she his last meal on death row...?

[fluffier]

Medb ain't the type to let herself be that. [ rubs her chin ] But I don't get what's goin' on... Does she win if the monster eats Childe?

[bonetiddies]

[Muttering something under her breath like 'We all win, then.']

[alteracion]

[ preach ]

[fluffier]

[ She doesn't laugh, but gives Harrow an amused look. She's so cute when she hates people. ]

[toesies]

I dunno... But whatever the goal is, it's not going to be a fun watch.

[fluffier]

[ IMMEDIATELY grabbing Sheila again watching Medb roll for shit. ]

Why is there more?!

[toesies]

I don't know! When Molly complained about the lack of creativity, that was not a suggestion!

[They are just grabbing each other while screaming over Medb, ig.]

[fluffier]

We really gotta learn to never complain or make any guesses during these things.

[ gazes ]

[toesies]

Easier said than fucking done.

[fluffier]

[ watching childe go soft ]

Men are so unreliable.

[ never mind that medb didn't have to wear heels in the first ]

[toesies]

[No, Medb is valid. Let her be fashionable.]

... Looks like his knife couldn't rise to the occasion.

[Yikes.]

Was it always like that? We totally skipped inventory check last night.

[headmt]

Sheila, he's already dying.

[toesies]

I know. I haven't spoken ill of the soon-to-be-dead.

[Though, whew. The jokes are getting harder when Medb is suffering out there.]

[fluffier]

How could he just summon it like that?

[ Dreamweaver? What the hell? ]

[toesies]

No fucking clue.