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chroma2022-04-03 11:23 am
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WEEK SIX: EXECUTION
EXECUTION: CLARTE

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

EXECUTION
only clarte will be able to step forward into the archway. they feel as though they're in something of a trance, walking through into the darkness, unable to stop themselves or resist. but it doesnβt feel bad in there. it feels numb, and cold, a void, absent of feeling, like the dead of going to sleep. after the weekend clarte has had, perhaps that feels nice.
and then they opens their eyes, slowly, as if they're waking from a pleasant dream. everyone waiting back in the central node can see as clarte seems to come back to themselves, and through the large archway and the tears in the air around them, they can see the dark void swirl with color and begin to shift.]
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Days pass. It has to be days, but there aren't any windows in here, so it's hard to tell. Still, they hear the sound of people walking outside the closet, going about their daily life. There are more important things to worry about. They wait, and they wait. Nobody comes for them.
Until someone does. The door clicks, and unlocks. And in front of them is a curl of color, a smudge of what seems to be a person. It speaks.
Out here. Now.]
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in a way, it's familiar; genuinely so, to their soul. it echoes to a memory past clarte's reach, that they only know of—being kept locked away, waiting for their disposal date. it's something the "past" clarte knew, but the chains of which the "current" them was free from.
well, at least they're not claustrophobic.
silently, they follow the command and exit. following the will of others', as is so ingrained in a part of them.]
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PEANUT GALLERY
A THING
A THING...2!
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she's also in layers again, her hair pulled up into the same hairstyle as yesterday. she's watching this play out for clarte, her shoulders tense, one hand coming up to her mouth every so often to muffle a cough.]
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Nogiku watches the proceedings with a look of sheer frustration on her face, gripping her arms with enough force to bruise. She is no longer bandaged up like she was yesterday, her injuries reduced to scabs — with one exception. On her right hand, her knuckles are split open and bruised. Like yesterday, she is wearing her hair up in a bun with a familiar hair pin holding it in place.]
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he's toying with his bracelet kind of anxiously... ]
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this is hateful... ]
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he's got something in his hand, and is turning it over his knuckles every now and then, but is otherwise steady and still, watching the proceedings silently, likely shoulder to shoulder with percy as usual. ]
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[Hot Pants watches, with reddened eyes.]
[A few coughs here and there. Blue petals.]
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bubblegum is here, presumably with marceline unless zia surprises me. she does not seem to be in the mood to make commentary for the second week in a row i apologize. ]
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The execution ends. Nogiku lifts Kashuu's handkerchief to her mouth, her expression a little watery as continues to stare at Clarte's very panicky but alive form. But, when it seems that nothing else disastrous will happen and the group is free to move again, she briefly closes her eyes before turning on her heel
and marching right over to where Danny is.
Without any preamble, she abruptly tugs him up just as she leans down to press a kiss on his forehead. Wowie!]
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1/2
cw: body horror
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