WEEK FOUR: EXECUTION

[gatonina]

EXECUTION

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POPULATION: 25 Good morning, Camp Gatonina. The weather is, uh, out to fucking murder you. Hail falls from the sky, pelting down on anyone who dares be outside. Seems like it's a good idea to find something to shield yourself with sooner, rather than later. At 9AM, two hours after the bugle call for breakfast, you will be drawn to the bonfire. Your body will move of its own volition, giving you little to no time to pick up any sort of protection. As you approach the bonfire, you will find that you are not the only one. The Camp Directors and Yasusada seem to be marching to the same rhythm as the rest of you, their movements stiff as they approach from the direction of the Isolation Cabin. In light of the weather, it looks like the directors have acquired... ice umbrellas? Yes, ice umbrellas to shield themselves with. Once everyone has gathered in the same location, you will hear a voice that is recognized by none. "Two in a row? Meh. It's nothing to write home about. Zeeeeeero points for effort this time. Yamatonokami Yasusada, get over here." Yasusada will be forced to approach the fire, as everyone else takes several steps back to form something of an impromptu fighting ring around the bonfire. "As for your opponent... Oh, right. A certain someone forgot how to fucking pace themselves, didn't they? Losing limbs is sooooo cliche, but here's a fun and sexy idea. Flayn, why don't you join your new best friend? Loose lips sink ships!" Similarly to Yasusada, Flayn will be forced to approach the fire. Those in the audience will find themselves rooted to the spot, and the participants of the execution will hit an invisible barrier three feet away from the rest of the group if they try to escape. In her dominant hand, Flayn will find a 20-sided dice... though three of the sides are now blank. But that's not all. All numbers above 9 glow pink. For whatever reason, there is something about the sight that will fill all those who lay their eyes upon it with a deep sense of dread. You're all old pros at this. It goes without saying that it's time for the execution to begin.

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EXECUTION

[gatonina]

[This thread is reserved for those participating in the execution! Please direct all reactions and IC commentary to the peanut gallery top level.]

[fishingforcompliments]

...loose lips sink ships, is it?

[Flayn murmurs to herself as she feels her feet move her forward, toward the fire. Her gaze drops to the dice in her hand, and she frowns with unease at the glowing pink numbers before eyes flick to the scrunchie on her wrist.

She seems to be contemplating, but after a moment, she simply opens her hand and lets the dice fall to the ground.

It lands on a four, and a moment later, she finds herself holding a croquet mallet.

Slowly, she raises her face to look at Yasusada.]

[okitactless]

[Understandably, Yasusada looks tired. It's exhausting, being overcome by emotion. There's tension in his body until her name is called out, and then...

...It's not relief, exactly. But he closes his eyes for a moment, and nods. So it's her, then. That's fine. She has the right to do this.

The mallet appears in his hand, and he looks at it for a minute. Ah... he has no idea what this is. But it isn't sharp, and it's sturdy enough that he doesn't think it could try to break it. Blunt weapons aren't to his taste, they cause too much unnecessary pain, but--it could be worse.]

Flayn-kun. [His voice is calm, as is his gaze when he looks up at her.] I promised that I would fight honorably today. I don't want to let those people down.

[And anyway, he doesn't want to cause her this kind of pain. He's done enough damage already, taking her partner away from her. If she wants the opportunity to be by his side again, he shouldn't rob her of that.]

But if you'd rather I didn't, then I won't. [He didn't have the chance to fight for his life in the castle, so it's nothing new to him.] It's up to you.

PEANUT GALLERY

[gatonina]

[IC reactions from the audience may go here!]

[coastal]

[is lili back? looks like lili's back

because there's an immediate yell that tears out of her mouth when she hears flayn's name]

NO!!!

[too bad a bitch is stuck because she's otherwise trying to get her legs to just move]

[unfriendliest]

Lili...

[ kara knows how much she cares about flayn, so. he offers her his hand. it's not much, but if that's what he can do... ]

[daifukus]

[ well. here’s tonbo, getting hailed on because the poncho does fuckall against it. he’s already distressed enough but when flayn’s name is called something twists in his expression. so it will be like this, hm? ]

[givethemhell]

[YEEHAW THIS IS ALREADY A TERRIBLE DAY!!! Wei Wuxian has stuck near Tonbo, both for hail shield and also General Comfort.

He sure does grimace upon seeing the mallet, though. HOW IS THIS A STEP ABOVE A ROCK. BECAUSE IT HAS A HANDLE??]

[ruffboi]

Flayn!

[His shoulders are shaking, even though he can't move. He's just staring in horror and fury.]

Fuck, no. No, no, come on.

[chaoticlootral]

Hey. Come on. She can do it.

[shortfornow]

[ He's aiming to be close to the directors as possible. Share umbrella pls ]

[shortfornow]

[ Seeing that Flayn has decided that they both should fight for their lives... ]

Yasuda. Flayn. Do your best.

[disreguarded]

[ beau leans forward, fists clenched. ]

Come on. Come on. [ she refuses to cheer for either. she refuses to stand on either side. ]

[haw]

[ looks up at croquet mallet

closes eye ]

C'mon, it couldn't even be an actual weapon?

[survivaltricks]

[hahaha well as soon as Flayn's name is called--]

HEY!

No! That's not-- [he looks like he's struggling with what to say here, while simultaneously pulling at the invisible restraints that keep him in place] -- that's not fair!

[wowcool]

[He just stands, dumbfounded. Flayn...that can't be real, right?]

Ah, please...

[She's going up against someone who decapitated a man, THIS ISN'T GOOD]

[vigilantics]

[ she's mostly quiet, watching, until she sees what the fuck the weapon is and, ]

Are you serious right now?!

[voidbreaker]

[ hmm.... shit that’s not good, is it? ]

[bittybat]

[Will Damian ever feel a single emotion? Probably not.

He looks very grim, but stands there with one arm lifted to shield his face from any hail; otherwise, he doesn't seem bothered by either ice rocks or execution.]

[shortforever]

[As soon as he hears that name, he's already shouting.]

Oh come on, don't make her do it! One of us can do it instead!

[overruns]

[ why.

dimitri's eyes snap open wide at the sound of her name, his shoulders trembling. the mallet just makes it all seem more like some stupid, fever dream, and his voice comes out hoarse. ]

Flayn...?

[recrypt]

Arschloch.

[ so, not an arm, but this? ]

[getdrekt]

[I? Was? Sleeping???

BUT NOW I'M JUST POSTING THIS HERE BECAUSE ASCH IS FUCKING FERAL AT THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF FLAYN EXECUTING?]

NO! FLAYN--!

[he fight very much against the freeze!!! fuck this!!!!]

ONE MORE THING... 1/2

[gatonina]

[As the directors move towards the gray cabin and the campers slowly regain their ability to move one by one... something else happens.]

IT’S TAAKO . . . . . . . . . 2/2!

[chaoticlootral]

[All of a sudden, Taako screams in pain, enough to collapse to his knees - he’s desperately holding his left wrist with his right hand, the arm shaking a little. After a minute he manages to control himself, tears at the corner of his eyes, shaking his head to clear it before he’s able to lift the hand away.

The eye tattoo on his wrist is fresh and dark, like it’s just been finished, the edges slightly red and irritated. Under it is a new addition, in simple text: A REMINDER.

Hm.]