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.

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[daifukus]

[ the exhaustion that has permeated tonbo's expression as the weeks go by physically pulls at his shoulders today, the weight of watching a comrade fight a beloved friend far too terrible to name. he doesn't wish for either of them to break- not like this but what even is there left to say? all he can do is honor them both by watching this and hope, pray, plead that one of them survives this ]

[daifukus]

[ comes back up here because he's been sweating the entire time the battle continued, heart trapped in his throat. he knows he cannot be impartial to this, knows he's too involved with both parties to look away but. when the final blow hits something breaks.

the hope in tonbo eyes fade, and he slumps in place, biting back a harsh noise. were it not for whatever bespelled them into place he would have slid to the floor entirely. ]