WEEK FOUR: 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, Atsushi and Vin alone will begin to walk through as though drawn. All you can do now is watch and wait.

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[fleshedout]

...

[She might be a mess of emotions here, but she's reaching out to touch his shoulder gently, nodding.]

I believe in them.

[daggering]

[ hot pants will find him very tense at the touch. there's a flicker of something in his emotions that's a little hard to identify, as he looks back at her, but he shakes his head. ]

... To do what, exactly?

[ it's maybe a rhetorical question, for how quietly it's asked. his emotions are still an absolute fucking mess! this is fine dog ]

[fleshedout]

...

[There's no succinct answer for that. She believes in them, as people, but not in what they have to do here. She draws her hand back, and glances at them both up there. Heartsick. Sorrow. Grief. Anger, too. What can they do? What can any of them do?]

[She just mutters to herself, after a moment.]

I'm so damn sick of this place.

[daggering]

[ the emotions there solidify into something else, immediately.

solidarity. ]

Me too.