WEEK FIVE: EXECUTION

[gatonina]

EXECUTION

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POPULATION: 23 Good morning, Camp Gatonina. The weather could be better, but at least it isn't trying to murder you this week. Overcast skies as far as the eye can see. No real need to seek shelter of any kind. How lucky. 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 Ookurikara 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. Once everyone has gathered in the same location, you will hear a voice that is recognized by none. "... That was so boring. You're bringing me to tears. Tears! Terrible. Not even a tie to make it worth my time. I could really go for a nap right now. Ookurikara, get your badonkadonk in motion before I fall asleep. . . for realsies. . . . . . . ." Ookurikara 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. "Who else? Dick Grayson...? Heh, why not? Battle of the boy toys, boom!" Similarly to Ookurikara, Dick 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 his dominant hand, Dick will find a 20-sided dice... though five of the sides are now blank. You're all old pros at this. It goes without saying that it's time for the execution to begin.

Comments

[disreguarded]

[ DON'T SHOW OFF YOUR FACE!!!

not because it's not a nice face, but because she doesn't want you to get murdered. ]

[wowcool]

[EXTREME CONCERN.JPG]

[survivaltricks]

[GREAT CONCERN]

[leaning over at her]

Are. . . they going to be punished for this?

[crashout]

...it's fine, you didn't...[he's not sure what to say but he likes majima so? ahh???] Buy me a drink later and we'll call it even. Sound fair?

[deadened]

I... don't know?

[he's, uh, muffled because of the fabric thrown over him. but he still blindly reaches out for anaido's hand.

...he's not going to do any more than that in front of junpei's salad.]

Nothing else is... happening, so far.

[coastal]

[ . . . sad worried glance from respectable distance]

[survivaltricks]

[he holds up his, which is still around his wrist: gold with blue ears]

I don't know. But I know their rule book specifically prohibits them from showing their faces.

So-- [it's understandable that the's a little concerned]

[ruffboi]

[Ah, shit. Just gonna. Toss his jacket over her.]

. . . I've never seen this person before in my life! Oh well, probably nothing to worry about.

[. . .]

You okay, Veronica?

[successives]

[She's giving him a sympathetic glance from wherever she is.]

...Want me to come by later, or would you rather be alone?

[recrypt]

I think it might be a little late for that, all things considered...

[ half the camp has been staring, and junpei made it awkward, so, ]

[disreguarded]

[ it's okay, any of them can have it, beau approves ]

[voidbreaker]

...

Play it by ear and intervene if it looks like things are gonna get fucked?

[deadened]

Well, nothing is... happening...

So it might be all right?

[vigilantics]

I don't know. Their rules didn't really have special clauses for situations like this.

[wowcool]

[He couldn't do anything even if he wanted to, but he does manage, with a little effort, to reach forward with his arm to grasp the other's hand.]

Yes, but...that doesn't mean something couldn't happen...

[HE IS. WORRIED.]

[coastal]

[she nods....]

We'll see if there's any ways to protect them come Monday - but it seems like a lot of things are changing.

[hopefully?

for the better?]

[crashout]

Dunno. Maybe...maybe those rules don't matter now that we're all one team.

[fishingforcompliments]

...

[shuffling over to stand closer to wen ning]

...you are sure? You do not feel anything out of the ordinary?

[survivaltricks]

[hrrrrrrgh]

But their rules did prohibit them from helping during trials, and when H-- when Junpei tried to help us that first weekend--

[STABBING HAPPENED]

[asswipe]

[A quiet, horrified whisper from where the NPCs are getting buried by fabric apparently:]

It was supposed to stay a secret...

[ruffboi]

There's always something, huh?

[He's quiet, though, concerned, not hostile.]

[slobjection]

.... Maybe. Just don't want to see you three get in trouble.

[crashout]

[just. tilting his head back to look at tonbo.]

...it's almost over, isn't it? So...it'll be fine. [he says, despite the fact that tonbo can probably tell his eyes are red from this angle.]

[asswipe]

[PLEASE... She's apparently getting buried in fabric, but she will accept the help with a quiet:]

Thanks.

[deadened]

No. I... feel fine.