WEEK SIX: EXECUTION

[saturations]

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.

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[daggering]

[ haha!!!!!!

...it feels like vax is going throw up. not flower petals, just - the wave of recognition and intensity and grief comes up like a tidal wave. it's a throwback to weeks ago in a castle full of doors, standing in front of stage, watching, held back and helpless, as his sister disintegrated in front of his eyes. how she never stopped looking at him, not until the very end.

vax manages a choked off shout - ] Clarte! [ - like it would do something, anything, like he could stop them from having to lift their blade, from having to attack that young girl, from having to go through that same horrific nightmare of a situation - like he could help them shake that feeling of forgetting but knowing, knowing deep in your soul how wrong that has to be that's your purpose that's your everything isn't it that's why you exist -

-- vin grabs his hand like a vicegrip and he holds on to it just as tight, in the desperation that she's still right there. unlike - unlike -- ]

Fuck. [ just sort of brokenly, at the end, voice cracking. he holds onto vin for dear life. ]