( EXECUTION - WEEK 4 )

[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 pool area. 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 Pool/Outdoor Dining Area 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 under the pool's shiny new tent while all the current survivors gather. Once everyone is there, with the exception of Suzaku, the staff member will take a poster out of absolutely nowhere and hang it up for everyone to see. It seems to be a result of last night's events. VICTIMS: ALOY, THE SCIENTIST APOLLO JUSTICE, THE MORTICIAN L'ARACHEL, THE FASHIONISTA RYOU BAKURA, THE REPORTER SETO KAIBA, THE PSYCHOLOGIST MAJORITY VOTE: SUZAKU, THE WOODSMAN EXECUTIONER: H.C. ANDERSEN INNSMOUTH MOTEL & CO ( quick navigation ) ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation

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EXECUTION

[abhoth]

[As the remaining survivors wonder what's to come next, the pool waters will begin to bubble and boil. The invisible walls keeping everyone in place ensure that the area becomes encapsulated in steam in no time, unbearable heat making it difficult for the residents to breathe. After thirty (30) seconds or so, every breath will become something of a struggle. Fortunately(?) for them... this won't last for long. Putrid, rotting human arms burst out of the ground to grab at the survivors, sticky and cold as they somehow pull them down and through the floor. A gurgling, squelching sound drowns out any panicked screams from the people in the area, 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. Suzaku is strapped down to a strange table. Barbed wires are wrapped around his throat, wrists, ankles and abdomen. Blood lazily dribbles out of the spots where the wire has already cut into his skin, staining the table underneath him and adding to the agony he soon will experience. While the barbs aren't quite deep enough to puncture anything fatal, they certainly are sharp enough to rip his skin apart should he attempt to trash around or escape his bindings.

Besides him on the platform is a machine, powered by a portable generator that steadily hums with electricity. Coiled cables connect to the generator, suspended by hangers next to the machine. From their current position, the surviving residents will be able to notice the thick, bloodstained needles at the end of the cables. A small metallic table sits near the generator; a pair of child sized rubber gloves innocently lay on top of it.

Faceless men block access to the platform, 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 H.C. Andersen, chained by one of his legs to the machine. Next to him is a wooden sign, with drawn instructions featuring a man stabbing the wires into another man's body (shoulders, stomach, knees, temples, mouth, and many others that won't prove immediately fatal if punctured), before slowly turning a dial on the machine to cause a death by electrocution. 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.]

DES͏T҉̷̸R̸̴O̴̕͘Y͏ ̶T̵̀H̷̨͟E̷̶ ̀F͜҉L̡E͞S̨͘H̨
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̕͘R͠Ȩ͢͞P͞A̧Y T̴̀Ḩ͟Ę B͠L̸͘ÒÒ͘D̡͏

[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. )

[rextenebrae]

...

[ Of course, another gruesome execution. It's enough to make him feel sick--of course he supposed it was natural if...people had gotten used to such sights by now. But, apparently not after everything was it enough for him.

His eyes won't be on Suzaku, nor will they be on Andersen; he will turn his attention over to the children and as best as he can, move to block the view of some of them from the current shitshow in front of their eyes. They're missing one less person to do that now, after all. ]

[lohengrins]

[ wordlessly, he approaches knoll's side. he doesn't say anything — there isn't anything to be said, really, but he does place his hand on knoll's shoulder. ]

[pinesfortruth]

[as usual, Dipper is playing his game of "wow do I not want to observe gruesome deaths" and not looking directly at the execution, off to the side. unlike normal, though, he is half hidden behind Jay (half because Jay is ... not ... that much bigger than him), with a hand held up to his face?

ok weirdo]

[ninjay]

[ jay just hasn't hit his growth spurt yet fuck you

but yes, he is here with dipper. jay is actually watching the execution though, but every now and then he'll look down at his lil bud. ]

[pinesforyou]

[Mabel's gonna huddle with her lil bro]

[she did come out of sweatertown though]

[18x0]

[Akane is watching the execution as always, but if you observe her closely you might notice that this time she seems a little distracted. Weird.]

[g101]

[ hajime notices! she's kind of annoying that way -- too observant, too loud, too caring. it's genuine concern on her face when she leans over to look up at akane. ]

Aka-chaaaaaaaan? Nausea?

[ you didn't get up to eat before showing up here, did you? ]

[thawedheart]

[It's painful to watch, but not as painful as it could be.

Suzaku lied to her. Or, if he didn't lie to her, he at least misled her - but maybe she did the same thing to him. He seemed to think her more ruthless than she was; she seemed to think him more kind.

But she won't do him - or Andersen - the disservice of looking away. As she does every week, she watches the killer die and watches another person be forced to kill.]

[gamerscore]

[ Chiaki isn't really happy to see it. It was her roommate and while they weren't particularly close — it could have been her on the victims list. She kneels down until she flops down onto the ground, looking out into the lake as opposed to the execution. ]

[disinterested]

[Honestly, Andersen, this is why you should've drunk less. (Or maybe more.)

In any case, Girge watches passively, occasionally glancing around aimlessly.]

[g101]

[ oh, that's not great. ]

Then don't drink so much, Grampie... [ it's a grumble under her breath. hajime's here, with a flower in her hair (mysterious! who even put it there and where did it come from?). her expression is fighting to be neutral, but she looks at andersen with aggravation from time to time. it's more comical than genuinely worrying, though - like someone who got scolded by their mom for the right reasons. like a rebellious teenager, though, she's not going to budge. ]

If it hurts him, we all have to see that. Hey, should we start bringing ear plugs for the kids...?

[lohengrins]

He's a damned fool is what he is.

[ arms crossed, he settles beside hajime. ]

That's not a bad idea.

[nowyouseeit]

[. . . this may not be quite as bad as Jake and the dismemberment show with Mira, but. it's still pretty bad]

[but as usual, Kaito refuses to look away. he watches he entire spectacle with a calm, even expression. and now that people know about his weapon. . . well. they might notice his hand drop to his waist, fingers brushing over the handle of his gun, almost like the reminder that it's there helps him feel better about how shitty this whole situation is]

[godly]

[The sight this week is the same as it has usually has been: Light stands with his arms crossed, watching the execution with his brow furrowed, a twinge of a frown plastered onto his relatively serious expression.

He doesn't look away, though occasionally he'll glance around to see how everyone else is doing. As always, the general consensus is "not great".

Light sighs. It sounds frustrated.]

[lohengrins]

[ after that speech, he rolls his eyes hard enough that you could probably hear it. ]

EASIER SAID THAN DONE, ANDERSEN.

[ninjay]

[ all the way from where he's standing with the pines twins, jay actually laughs and then covers his mouth.

i'm sorry suzaku is getting murdered horribly right now but what percy said was funny. ]

[nowyouseeit]

[oh my god]

Where's your fighting spirit!

[yeah Suzaku is getting horribly murdered right now and this what he chooses to focus on instead]

[g101]

Ah, ah? You're dissipating into steam already, Perci? I thought you were a flame.

[ :o!!! ]

[rextenebrae]

[ He sighs and murmurs: ]

Indeed...

[18x0]

[people are dying and now there is shounen and what is any of this, akane is so confused]

A THING

[abhoth]

[Once Suzaku is dead, it seems like there's nothing left to do but wait until everyone is returned to the motel. An eerie calm settles over the clearing, a gentle breeze spreading the smell of burnt flesh and singed hair everywhere. It seems like Week 4 has finally, finally ceased to cause pain and destruction to the survivors.

Except—

Nah. It totally hasn't.

Not even a minute after the execution is over, the putrid hands will return to latch onto Dipper Pines and Mabel Pines ankles. No one will be able to move quickly enough to stop the twins from getting violently yanked down and through the ground again. Even after the rest of the residents are returned to the motel much later, both Dipper and Mabel will be missing.

Oh, well.]

[splinten]

[Yeah but speed is the Strider stat and he tried]

NO!

[It literally makes no sense but he's digging at the dirt with his hands, trying to get at them. DIG YOUR WAY TO CHINA DIRK.]

BURY YOUR SADNESS IN PIZZA

[abhoth]

[ After the dirtnap the kids are taking is done and over with, 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 blood 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 except for the music playing over the PA speakers. Guests are able to hear the music from inside of their rooms.

Visible in the pool area — among the trial clean up and construction — there are checkerboard picnic tables set up with rows of freshly made pizza. Varying from cheese, to pineapple, to meatlovers, etc etc. A faceless staff member is there popping a bottle of wine for characters of age and pouring it into wine glasses. He lifts it to his nose (?) taking a sniff (?) before offering it. He's sophisticated, okay.

Any attempts to find Dipper and Mabel will result with depression and a hungry stomach, so eat up? Craftly has left a note on a stand-up chalk board near the outdoor dining entrance:

We are looking into the troubling turn of events. Please remain calm and orderly — for God's sake don't blow anything up either. Thank you - Craftly. ]

[ninjay]

[ no ]