WEEK THREE: EXECUTION

[saturations]

EXECUTION: TRIAL BY COMBAT

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, Percy and Vax'ildan alone will begin to walk through as though drawn. All you can do now is watch and wait.

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[brotograph]

[ Bumping her lightly with his arm. Hi ]

[countermeasures]

[WHY DOES GMAIL KEEP HIDING NOTIFS

she looks over at him and nods once, bumping him back.]

...thank you.

[brotograph]

[ not prompto for you. ]

...don't mention it, Doc. [ If she needs a hand or a shoulder, he's there ]

[countermeasures]

[ratshakes gmail

anyway, she's staring straight ahead at the execution, her expression tight.]

[brotograph]

[ just going to lean against her just to remind her she's not alone ]

[countermeasures]

[prompto is trying so hard

jiuqing's expression twists a little at that's how i know it's not you!

she doesn't lean back against him, but she doesn't push him out of her personal space either.]

[brotograph]

[ he's just a doggo trying to comfort and not being sure how.

well he was trying to comfort, but the moment the dark smoke starts, he starts to looking at his hands and then touching his own face. just making sure he's not leaking anything black. it's fine. ]

[countermeasures]

[the motions he makes as he looks at his hands and touches his face have her looking to him with concern.]

...Prompto?

[black smoke seeps out of her mouth when she speaks. she ignores it.]

[brotograph]

[ he'll look at the smoke from her and he recoils away from her a moment. then he quickly looks around to see if everyone else is also having smoke.

it's everyone and he thinks about the last time he saw something like this in his world. ]

No. This can't be happening...

[ they are stuck in place and he can't bolt like he wants to. ]

[countermeasures]

[sir your trauma]

Prompto.

[and then she presses her lips together into a thin line and brings a hand up to cover her nose so no smoke comes out. there. is that better.]

[brotograph]

[ sometimes your world is infested with daemon diseases. it's fine.

whipping his head to look at her again. there isn't any black blood ooozing. her skin isn't cracking. she still looks like the doctor su he knows. ]

Doc? [ his voice trembles. it takes a moment before... ] Is this real?

[countermeasures]

[she keeps her hand over her mouth, trying to contain any smoke that seeps out when she speaks. her voice is even, measured.]

This is only temporary.

[it's real, in that it's happening to them - but...]

...it won't last. Remember, that feeling, the first time...? With the wax...? That faded, and this will, too. It's this place playing tricks, that's all.

[brotograph]

Temporary. Right...it's only temporary...

[ putting his hand on his chest. ]

Just a trick. Please let it be a trick.

[ he's curling in on himself as much as he can while standing. his shoulders tremble and he closes his eyes. sorry gun bro, he really wanted to watch your fight to the end but he can't. ]

[countermeasures]

It's just a trick.

[her voice is even, still; she's trying to keep calm to help him calm down. she puts one hand on his shoulder.]

Keep your eyes closed, and breathe carefully. In, then out. You'll be okay.

[brotograph]

[ how the turns have tabled.

he listens to her. breathing carefully and eventually his hand moves to cover his right wrist. ]

Just a trick. [ his voice is much more quiet as he repeats it. this will be over soon... he can hang on just a bit more ]

[countermeasures]

[look.

jiuqing finds it easier to take care of others than to take care of herself.]

Yes. It will pass, Prompto, I promise you.

[dms]

[ he is over with kumon but shooting prompom a worried glance :( ]

[brotograph]

[ it's fine. just have a full blown panic attack but he'll be fine ]

[dms]

[ THAT'S NOT FINE? BRO. BRO. AAAAAA ]

[brotograph]

[ he's been through worse and will be through worst in the future it's fine ]

[dms]

[ how is that okay!!! pan!!!!! ]

[brotograph]

[ this is what happens when you're tabata's favorite child ]