( 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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EXECUTION (cw: death by boiling)

[abhoth]

[As the remaining survivors wonder what's to come next, a pressure begins to form in the room. At first it is subtle, but it becomes completely and utterly unbearable after thirty (30) seconds. Breathing will be a difficult task, and just as asphyxiation starts to feel like a very real possibility — it stops. The room is plunged into darkness. Hands grab at the survivors, sticky and cold as they pull them down and through the floor. A gurgling, squelching sound drowns out any panicked screams from the people in the room, and a putrid tasting slop fills everyone's mouths, noses and ears.

This horrifying experience lasts all of two (2) seconds.

When everyone opens their eyes once again, they'll be in the middle of a clearing next to a lake. A nearby sign identifies it as Lake Crotin, but the thick fog surrounding the area makes it hard to see the other end of the lake. Trees and heavy foliage circle the clearing, but again, the fog makes it impossible to see what's in the distance. Despite this, the sun can be seen in the horizon, almost as if witnessing the events that are about to transpire.

As fascinating as the scenery is, however, residents might be more captivated by the sight in front of them. A large wood platform is set on the bank of the lake, attached to an old industrial crank. Underneath the platform's left side is a large cauldron. A raging fire is lit, burning against the cast-iron bottom to a particularly green substance that boils over the edge ever-so-slightly. The toxic green bubbles burst repeatedly, bringing the assumption this is of a high temperature.

Unfortunately, the focus isn't the fire. The crank's copper wiring leads down — down to a body bound by an old straight jacket. The body? None other than Hana Song. Her brown hair a mess as it falls directly down and her vision turned topsy turvy. Hana's sobbing, screaming in pain — why? If the crowd focuses on the right details, they'll notice the hook of the crank is plunged strictly into her back. Blood trickles down her neck, mixing with the green below.

Faceless men block access to the platform and crank, with Craftly standing a couple paces away from the group, keeping anyone who might want to interfere out... as well as keeping those inside the perimeter in. Trapped on the platform is Light Yagami. Next to him is a wooden sign, with drawn instructions featuring a man turning the crank while a stick figure is lowered into a boiling pot of water. The art style may seem familiar to some.

Coming from both nowhere and everywhere at once, an unpleasant, nauseating voice speaks all those who are present. It is not Craftly's voice. It cannot even be classified as a human voice. The longer it's heard, the worse the sensation becomes.]

L҉O̷͘͡WÈ̸͡R̕ ͘T̶͠H̡͘͢E͢͡ ̶GI̵̢R̶̀L̨̡͞
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̵̴R͟͠E̴P̵AY͠ T̢͢H̸͞E̡͠ ̷B̨ĹƠ͝͠O͏D͢͠

[The message is clear. Now it's up to the Executioner to decide what to do.]

( This thread is for the majority vote and executioner only. If you wish to react, feel free to post your own top level. )]

[godly]

[This isn’t how Light Yagami operates.

He’s woken up to nothing short of a nightmare after that horrifying experience in the dining hall. Immediately, Light takes note of his surroundings, trying to parse everything around him, trying to understand what’s expected of him — playing the part of executioner, as displayed on the projector prior.

Screaming and sobbing fills his ears, and he looks to see a body strung up, blood trickling downwards with the gentle ease of gravity. Hana Song, he immediately connects, and the empathy and horror that should be swelling up in his chest comes delayed and subdued. Outwardly, though, the tension is clear on his face. The sinking comprehension of what is expected of him, looking at the simplistic drawings, the crank, and the boiling hot… something he’s supposed to lower her into.

This isn’t how he operates. Killing an innocent woman, someone undeserving of this kind of cruelty. And yet, what’s to happen to him if he doesn’t? And as it always is, self-preservation takes priority over everything in his mind, and it’s a little disturbing how quickly Light has already committed himself to seeing this through. Besides — god, her screams. This is a mercy killing.

Of course, he can’t just start lowering her into the boiling liquid without some semblance of horror. That would… raise a few eyebrows. And so:]

This is insane! What am I-

[He clenches his teeth, fists shaking.]

I can’t… do this to someone! This is cruelty for the sake of cruelty!

[thawedheart]

This is—

[icon keywords say it all, tbh. Yukina's voice is shrill, and she's staring at the scene in front of them in abject horror.]

Stop this! Someone, please... this isn't right... Someone has to stop this!

[ninjay]

[ jay reaches over and lightly grabs her by the elbow, as if making sure she won't suddenly charge over to them or something. when he talks, his voice is very strained. ]

Yukina.

[dva]

[ The slight sway from a cool morning summer breeze leaves trickles of blood to splash back and forth. The toxic smell and grotesque bubbling of the liquid before is toned out by her own sobs. There's no words she can string together that make sense — not with the abundance of tears, heavy gasps for air, and pain shooting through her body. It's tore apart her back, hooked between her shoulderblades and her petite weight weighing down — nearly ripping an extra half inch for every minute Light prolongs it. ]

P-please do — do something —!

[ Was all she got out among her struggles, closing her eyes tightly. ]

[18x0]

No! You can't do this!

[Screaming with impotent grief and fury, Akane is trying to push past the faceless men to the platform. Of course, she's having very little success.]

Someone, please! Just stop this!

[abhoth]

[Craftly, standing to the side, seems thoroughly unaffected by this. Sipping what seems to be a margarita with a small umbrella on it, he glances at Light with a raised eyebrow.]

Are you refusing the duty that has been bestowed upon you, good sir? I hardly need to remind you what the rules state.

[Get on with the program, is what he means. The clock's ticking!]

[rextenebrae]

[ This...this is what they've wrought--it's what it feels like despite the unfairness of the situation. Honestly, even when he had been dragged down (he was ... undoubtedly one of those who had screamed) it was already a nightmare. All he can hear right now is Hana's screams, and technically the execution hasn't even started yet and already it's too much.

Though, he knows he's not the only one who thinks that and there are also children here...he won't look away even though he's starting to feel pretty ill. He doesn't envy Light right now.

Not in the slightest. ]

[intolerable]

[ This is nothing compared to what Omega has seen before-- and things she has done before, but it fills her with a white hot rage nonetheless. Someone here is giggling in their mind or praying to see it end soon within their guilt-- the Ghost-- and all of that time spent last night calming down goes out the window.

She's mumbling something to herself, making sure to watch the execution the whole way through so she understands the price of her vote. ]

[fauxtetsu]

[ Jesus Fucking Christ on a Cracker whoever is young and doesn't need that image burned into their minds of a woman being boiled alive is getting their eyes covered by Nagasone's arm. ]

[thawedheart]

[It's probably a good thing that he takes her by the elbow, because she actually starts to take a step forward - but pauses when he grips her sleeve.]

This is— It's—

[why is this happening]

I have to do something, I can't just watch—! It's too cruel!

[lohengrins]

[ he's practically convulsing with rage, violently attempting to get past the barrier of men — it's futile, and he can do nothing but yell.

the same as always. ]

Stop it! STOP IT! Let me take her place, just STOP IT!

[ninjay]

Then don't look.

[ his grip tightens slightly, not enough to remotely hurt but just enough so she's aware he isn't going to let her attempt to get past the faceless men. ]

This is bad enough. She's in pain, and the longer we delay it by fighting, the longer she's going to hurt.

[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?]

[empireofrats]

[OH....]

[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!!! ]

[thawedheart]

[She considers struggling, for a moment. Her hand clenches into a fist and she goes tense, like she might try to make a break for it and run -

But then her shoulders slump, and she goes still. Her eyes are still locked on Hana suspended over the cauldron, on Light at the controls.]

...it's too cruel...

[But she's watching. She's watching, because with her vote she played a role in consigning Hana to this fate, and it would be unfair to shut her eyes to it now.]

[curedham]

[okay, well, L'Arachel has standards for protecting children from things that aren't nipples, too, hence why she is crouching to Emily's height and taking her by the shoulders to turn her away from all of this absolute fucking bullshit??? this is so much, L'Arachel has seen some shit but good GOD]

Look here, right at me. [She's putting her hands over Emily's ears, too, everything happens so much, protect this child's virtuous maiden's heart etc etc]

[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.]

[ninjay]

[ he doesn't let go of her, but he does loosen his grip back to how it was when he originally grabbed on. ]

I know, Yukina. It is. [ his voice still has that strained tone to it, like he's having difficulty keeping it as even as it normally is as he watches. ]

[thawedheart]

[this is THE WORST but at least they both have a buddy to watch this with as Light finally starts to lower Hana down into the boiling liquid

Yukina gags a little, her hands over her mouth, but she doesn't actually puke since she hasn't eaten since the day before, during the trial. Small mercies.]

[fauxtetsu]

[ Because he very like has the strength to hold Percival back by the arms, before he gets into trouble: ]

What would be accomplished by you giving up your life for hers?

[ Nagasone sounds angry, but also strained, like he wants to yell too at this cruel sight. ]

We... condemned this woman...

uses an appropriate icon

[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. ]

[disinterested]

[Well, whatever Girge was expecting, it probably wasn't quite this. He watches, his passiveness never faltering. It's cruel, but that's the world for you. He's past the point of reacting.

The Ghost must be very happy with themselves right now.]

[empireofrats]

[It's fine. She watched her mother die in front of her very eyes. This is fine.

IT'S NOT FINE. HANA IS BEING LOWERED INTO A BOILING POT OF WATER ALIVE!! So it's good L'Arachel turns her and draws her attention away. There's a momentary distance look in her dark eyes before they focus on L'Arachel's face. Her own hands cover the ones over her ears.

This game isn't like hide and seek at all.]