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WEEK FIVE: EXECUTION
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, Roxana and Clarte alone will begin to walk through as though drawn. All you can do now is watch and wait.
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and then Roxana kisses Clarte and his mind goes ????????????????????]
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Oh, that can't be good.
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[well, watching clarte's reaction - ]
...poison...?
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[ raishaun flashbacks ]
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jiuqing tries to surge forward, but of course she can't move, and she growls lowly, clearly frustrated.]
Clarte! Get up!
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f5s flatview repeatedly]
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Is this like Nogiku-san...?
[this is really rude to nogiku but he means is this a gumball
except clarte is looking funky???]
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Poison...?
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Itsuki smears some of the blood off his mouth with his hankie, expression tense.]
It's not over yet.
[it's a cruel picture that roxana makes, but itsuki takes note of the sword still in her hand]
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[she bites her lip, suppressing a cough, and swallows hard. gross. it's fine.
her hands are clenched very, very tightly into fists.]
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-- Roxana!
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roxana is a friend too, after all. she killed someone - is trying to kill clarte, on top of that, but jiuqing understands it. roxana has always wanted to survive. isn't that all any of them want?
it's not easy to watch clarte's blade turn on her, even though she'd been urging them to get up just moment's before.]
...Miss Roxana...
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still giving him this look because Clarte is fucking dying.]
Did you see her swallow any gumballs...?! [Sir.] At the beginning, she aimed her gun at herself and fired twice.
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and now Clarte is on the ground coughing out blood, and Itsuki barely has time to look at Nogiku, his expression desperate. a gumball would be easier to understand, but this? what's apparently happening before their eyes? jan is really doing this to us?]
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Nogiku flinches when the blade plunges into her heart.]
Are they both...?
[Jan and Ara would absolutely TPK if allowed. Very cool and fun that the whole audience is still coughing up blood for this. ]
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at this rate Itsuki's handkerchief is just like a drenched paper towel, he's tensing up like he's trying to fight the freeze effect, but it's no good]
-- C'mon... Why the hell can't we move...!
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[She looks incredibly pained, and it's not just because of their anime tuberculosis.]
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Itsuki watches as Roxana's body dissipates, and he closes his eyes. He'd been fighting so hard to move just earlier, and now he just stands still.]
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She touches his arm, gentle and brief.
And then she's fucking running because THEIR CLARTE]