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

2/4

[crashout]

[it's really only a few seconds. maybe a minute, tops, but not long after they blank out purple heart's eyes flutter open and he stares at the ceiling quietly. the top hat has toppled off of his head and rolls somewhere under the bed, leaving him without.

as he slowly sit up, he blinks at everyone gathered in the cabin. there's still blood on his white gloves but the cape is slightly wrapped around his shoulders as he seem to glance at the people before him. the expression on his face is somewhat hollow, like he was unprepared for this and is caught off-guard but have long since exhausted his emotions.

it's for that reason he doesn't immediately speak either. he instead turns his head to look back to winter and shadows, both of his hands almost anxiously grabbing theirs. please wake up soon...]

3/4

[deadened]

[black shadows stirs next, slowly sitting up, the hood sliding back off of their face as they move.

he finds junpei's hand clutching his, glancing down to it before offering him a slight, hopefully reassuring smile and squeezing it back.]

I'm... all right. But I think you lost...

[a gesture to his head. then he sort of realizes his own hood is gone, a hand reaching up. oh. that's a thing, now, and he sort of tries to arrange the fabric of his robe to cover the stitches encircling his neck.

then he turns to winter wizard, watching them with concern.]

[asswipe]

[winter's hat now lays somewhere on the floor, commiserating with the dust bunnies instead of doing its job: obscuring winter's face. they're slower to wake compared to their two companions, groaning and throwing their arm over their eyes, like they're waking up from a deep sleep rather than a couple of seconds of being knocked the fuck out. their shawl slips slightly to reveal some bandages under the lace of their dress as they sit up...

and then she stares at wen ning and junpei, blinking owlishly at junpei's hand in hers. opening her mouth. closing it. and then blinking with significantly more alarm as she look at their faces. their very, very visible faces.]

Oh. [... A BEAT, AND SHE YANKS HER HAND OUT OF JUNPEI'S GRASP. PLACES BOTH OF HER HANDS OVER HER HEAD. HER HAT??? HER HAT.] Oh no.

[well. that sure happened.]

[chaoticlootral]

[ . . . Offering his hat?]

[asswipe]

[taako is never getting this hat back goodbye




(no he will get it back later once the initial panic passes)]

[recrypt]

Oh, is this a secret we're not keeping anymore?

Congratulations on your marriages to be. I hope the three of you will be very happy together.

[asswipe]

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

It was supposed to stay a secret...

[shortfornow]

[ Wordlessly offering his hand to Winter. Need help up? ]

[asswipe]

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

Thanks.

[survivaltricks]

[oh]

[oh no]








[oh no]

[Akira doesn't seem surprised about any of this, but he does seem a little?? panicked?]

Uh.

Is this bad?

[IS THIS BAD???]

[voidbreaker]

I dunno, is it?

[disreguarded]

[ internal screaming ]

[asswipe]

[SHE IS... SWEATY SPAGHETTI. BUT.]

... Noooothing is happening yet?

[haw]

[ . . .

pops the cork????? ]

[disreguarded]

[ ... ok but what if beau threw her hoodie at top speed at wen ning's face. ]

[deadened]

[he has a hoodie over his face?? thank you?]

[daifukus]

[ QUICKLY TOSSES A SHEET OVER ALL OF THEM ]

[crashout]

Yeah. [it's quiet, but kind of tense.] Guess they get to see the wizard behind the curtain finally, huh?

[successives]

Do we need to be worried about this, or...

[vigilantics]

Um.

The rules?

[ hewwo? ]

[wowcool]

[OH THAT'S HIS BOYFRIEND WOW!! TOTALLY DIDN'T KNOW THIS BEFORE]




[actually no he knew the entire time. just. rolling over as best as he can and looking over at Wen Ning who is being covered by like. a sheet, a hoodie, and god knows what else]

Uh, was this supposed to happen?

[slobjection]

Want my beanie?

[ beau don't be jealous it's to protect her! ]

[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?

[fishingforcompliments]

[she's wearing a pink hoodie!

or. was wearing one. it's being yeeted to cover wen ning's face. (it's fine, she's wearing a camp t-shirt under it)]

[deadened]

[two hoodies...

his voice is muffled.]

Thank you, I think.