( EXECUTION - WEEK 1 )

[abhoth]

Unlike the previous day, those who are asleep past 8:00 AM will experience no pain as they're roused awake. Instead, they're pulled from their sleep peacefully, almost as if enveloped in a mother's loving embrace. A comfortable warmth spreads through their body as they open their eyes, finding themselves free of any grogginess or disorientation. Similarly, those who woke up early or were unable to sleep at all will find themselves alert and ready to take on the day. Considering what is about to transpire, however... no one would be blamed for wishing they could stay asleep. "Good morning. My staff and I hope you were able to sleep well. As promised, an execution will take place on this fine day. Please make your way to the Dining Hall. A member of our distinguished staff will be waiting for you with a summary of last night's results." Just like the previous day, residents who do not make their way to the Dining Hall before 8:15 AM will be forcibly escorted out of their rooms (or wherever else they may be). True to Craftly's words, one of the faceless men will be waiting in the Dining Hall while all the current survivors gather. Once everyone is there, with the exception of Hana Song, the staff member will slip a transparency into the projector, switching the device on to reveal what appears to be a telegram. VICTIM STOP JASON TODD STOP THE BALLERINA STOP MAJORITY VOTE STOP HANA SONG STOP THE SPY STOP EXECUTIONER STOP LIGHT YAGAMI STOP INNSMOUTH MOTEL & CO ( quick navigation ) ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation

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[godly]

[He's usually a hands-off kind of person, and even Light has to admit that this sight is unnecessarily grotesque. He had screamed it out for all to hear just seconds prior, but the sentiment wasn't all just show. Cruelty for the sake of cruelty. Whoever's idea this was, their purpose was to instigate suffering and trauma in equal measure.

He looks at Hana, then to Craftly after he speaks, frowning. Yes, thank you, he remembers what the rules state; it's rather a priority that runs through his mind despite everything happening around him. He doesn't even respond to him, tearing his gaze back to Hana strung up.]

I... [Insert the most Conflicted expression right here.] You're going to die if I do this!

[Inane, obvious things like this are what people in a state of panic say, isn't it?]

[dva]

[ Oh, was that another inch that rips down to her torso? Her body drops a bit further, just due to pure gravity. SHE'S CRYING, BRO. Dunk her for the blood gods!!! ]

[godly]

[These blood gods need to chill for real.

Okay, time to make a decision, spurred on by the way that hook continues to rip into her skin. This really is a mercy killing, and while completing this execution as demanded is still going to draw unnecessary attention to him, just standing there in vacillation makes him appear even more cruel. The humane thing to do would be to put her out of her misery, and a glance to the peanut gallery a distance away confirms this, tenfold.

A hand to the crank, fingers curling around it, knuckles white.]

D-dammit... I'm sorry...

[He is sorry, in his own way. Angry that he's the one chosen to do this, irritated that the real killer is probably having one hell of a laugh to themselves right now. Under the surface it's frustration that compels him to finally move the crank, lowering her towards the boiling liquid.]

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[dva]

[ See. The thing is. That crank? It took a lot of effort for Light. It's old, much like the setting they find themselves in. His efforts were hardened, a lot of choice made with each turn of his crank. Light has to contend with each turn he could stop, but he doesn't, does he?

Inches turn into feet and it's not until Hana's hair hits the bubbling liquid that he can really feel he's taking part. The process was slow. Painfully slow. As Light tried his best, the first dunk singes at Hana's scalp and before she knows it, it was over. Her face, neck, and collarbone submerge in the vat of toxic goo, her skin peeling and bubbling itself. Her body convulses, squirming and — her body rips from the hook halfway. Light was successful getting a little under half before the spasms force her off the hook and into the cauldron. Only Light can see how her body's shape sinks to the bottom, unrecognizable as the blisters and boils eat away at her skin.

The fire is put out, leaving Hana's dead body at the bottom. ]

[godly]

[It did take effort on his part, but he had already committed to the idea. He doesn't look as Hana is lowered and boiled alive, though he does outwardly flinch a little when he hears a messy splash that denotes some of her body ripping and falling into the cauldron.

Once the job is done, his hands release the lever of the crank as if it were burning hot, and he turns away from the sight. A hand moves up to his mouth, as if he might be sick from the experience.

Job done, now to deal with the inconvenience of attention that'll probably come his way. Yay.]

[abhoth]

[Congrats on winning your Oscar, Light. :)

10 minutes after Hana has been executed, everyone will suddenly be afflicted with a strong, disorientating sense of tiredness. Their sight will blur, knees giving in as everyone crumples to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. The stench of burnt flesh invades their sense of smell, and little by little... They lose consciousness.

All survivors will wake up in their respective beds at 11:00 AM, as if nothing happened. Someone even tucked them in. How nice.]