( 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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[nowyouseeit]

. . . yeah.

[he gets that, and once again, his fingers tighten around her shoulder]

She deserves that much from us.

[thawedheart]

[Yukina nods her agreement. There's not much left to say - they're both of the same opinion, here.

After a few long moments, she lets out a breath she wasn't aware she was holding.]

...thank you, Kaito-san.

[nowyouseeit]

[his hand drifts away, falling limp at his side]

. . . don't mention it.

I owe you one, anyway.

[thawedheart]

[Her eyes widen slightly.]

...I've never thought that you owed me anything. But, since you did... please consider whatever debt was there to be repaid.

I appreciate you being here now.

[nowyouseeit]

[he manages a smile. small, tired, and it doesn't light up his whole face. but it's a smile nonetheless. how can he smile at a time like this?]

Consider it. . . uh. Considered.

[thawedheart]

[She manages a small smile in return - it's strained and brittle, but it's there. ...they'll figure out something to do about this, somehow.]

It's considered.

[they're a pair of morons]

[nowyouseeit]

[THEY SURE ARE]

[but that seems to satisfy him, so he'll just give her a quite nod in reply]