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chroma2022-03-06 04:08 pm
saturations) wrote in chroma2022-03-06 04:08 pm
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WEEK TWO: EXECUTION
EXECUTION: MARIE AMABUKI
Sunday morning starts peacefully enough, until around noon, when alarms start going off on your phones. The dreadful noise is accompanied by a reminder of the execution taking place in the Central Node. You can snooze the alarms at first, but they begin to get a little more insistent. If you're being stubborn, you can probably hold out until exactly 1 PM, when an archway opens right in front of you and pulls you in.
Today the Central Node is eerily quiet and empty. There are a few blankets laid out on the grass for those of you who wish to sit instead of standing the whole time. No refreshments have been provided, but the Residents are already there waiting for you.
As the last person enters the node, an enormous archway suddenly opens. This archway once again leads to an area which is pitch black inside, with white and grey dust falling softly like snow. The chilly air feels even colder than before, and you instinctively know you must not approach it. If you try to push through anyway, something is blocking your way. Smaller tears to the same space open in the air, at the very least. You can see what's happening, even if you can't follow.
Because - once the archway is open, Marie alone will begin to walk through as though drawn. All you can do now is watch and wait.
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[She wants to turn her eyes, and she can't, she can't look away from this. Marie, calling out her name, and-]
[She can't do anything here. What can she do? Her hands are now fists at her sides, completely, shaking.]
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she opts to call out to her. ] Hot Pants.. [ not to get her attention, but to express assurance. ]
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[But she glances back, and then closes her eyes.]
Meteion, it's okay. It's okay.
[Don't worry about me.]
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...I know. [ a soft, quiet reply. hot pants is strong, but marie, she...
she doesn't say anything else. ]
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... We're here.
[both in the sense of being there for hot pants and a simple statement—hot pants included, they exist right here and now, for better or for worse.
either way, it's a cold comfort, but it's all clarte has to offer.]
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[She....nods, after a moment. It's comfort, regardless.]
Thank you.
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gives her a little punch to the shoulder. ]
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[A slight frown, but it seems to break her distant stare - she's looking back at him, and...]
[Punches him back, but very, very lightly, in the shoulder.]
...I got it.
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nods at her. ]
Didn't doubt it.