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the source of uncleanliness. ([personal profile] abhoth) wrote in [community profile] yuggoth2017-06-18 12:12 pm
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( EXECUTION - WEEK 4 )



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



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[personal profile] nowyouseeit 2017-06-18 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[holy shit]

[he isn't nearly close enough to get to them in time, but fuck it, he tries anyway]


Oi--!

[he twists his body to race towards them, ignoring the screaming pain in his shoulder, and skids to a halt once they disappear into the ground]

What the. . . hey! What'd you do with them?!