WEEK 2: DECOMMISSION

[dropoffs]

WEEK 2 EXECUTION

WITNESSES REQUIRED.

 

ALL CREW PLEASE REPORT TO SIMULATION ROOM 001 AT 1300 HOURS. REPEAT, ALL CREW PLEASE REPORT TO SIM ROOM 001 AT 1300 HOURS.

ATTENDANCE IS MANDATORY.

CALLSIGNS FEATHERY AND TRUSTFALL ARE TO BE EXECUTED FOR THE ACT OF MURDER AGAINST FELLOW CREW. SENTENCE ░̴░̵░̴░̵░̴EN ̵P̴E̷R̸ ̵A̵░̶░̴░̵C̸L̴E̴ ̸8̴8̴░̶░̴.̵2̵░̸ ̴O̷░̴░̷░̶░̴ ̵I̷N̷░̵░̷░̴G̸A̸░̴░̴░̷░̷░̷░̶░̸ ̶░̷░̴░̷ ̴░̴░̷░̵░̸T̵ ̴T̸H̴░̴░̷░̶░̴ ̶C̷H̷A̷░̵░̸░̷░̶ ̶A̵░̷░̷░̸S̷░̷ ̸░̸░̸░̸I̶N̷░̸░̴ ̵A̵░̷S̸░̶S̶.

THOSE CONVICTED: PLEASE STEP FORWARD.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR UNDERSTANDING AND COOPERATION.

As the clock begins to wind towards 1:00 PM, things on the ship are... quiet. The tension is thick in the air, trepidation abundant. You pulled off the impossible - but was it worth it? Some of you are with the convicted in the brig, waiting, waiting, and the Senior Crew among you are just as tense. A few sit in the brig alongside you, while others wait outside. Hope against hope, right? That maybe something can be done.

(If nothing else, Sheba and Shouxue aren't alone in all of this. You've made sure of that.)

But, much like at trial, there is a shift to the silence. A pair of pneumonic hisses resound in the brig, and the convicted are simply - gone. The tubes that are used to take them away to the brig from the conference hall are now used to transport them elsewhere. No one is expelled from the brig. No one is locked out. They're simply taken away. And then the Eudora's AI calls out across the ship, informing you of where to go. Even if you don't make your way there willingly, your feet will carry you there.

None of you have ever seen the Sim & Grav rooms deactivated in full, before, but you do now - the eerie, orange glow of the blank space, filled with a faint, pink haze when you first arrive, doesn't make a particularly inviting scene when you arrive. But you're brought to the main, largest room, used for large group simulations and zero gravity runs, where a sweet scent lingers as the pink haze fades. And once you've gathered together to one side, that's where you'll be staying - a shimmery barrier falls down to separate you all from what the Eudora has decreed will be an execution.

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Comments

[agamid]

[ ... ]

It does not. Nor does she seem content to allow it to pass.

[discomfort]

No... she is very stubborn and opinionated!

[ ... ]

So is Sheba-sama though. We'll see how this goes.

[agamid]

[ hm

anyway, the magic is pretty familiar to him, though he doesn't seem to be having a happy "wow, just like home" moment ]

It seems they've rallied themselves to battle.

[discomfort]

Mm. It feels a little too intimate to watch.

[ the words they're saying. he doubts shouxue would want a crowd for this kind of confession. ]

[discomfort]

[ this is the only thread i have here so sorry for the double notif spoon but

this was really dramatic and then ghost dahut happens ]

... ahaha.

[agamid]

[ HELP

dion was too angry to reply or something until... yeah. he's shocked out of it by the sight of ghost dahut, ] Why...?

[discomfort]

Oh.

See, shibari is something you do with rope...

[inquired]

[ smothers a laugh into a cough ]

[agamid]

[ he's at his limit with bdsm this week ]

[inquired]

[ i personally blame aki ]

[agamid]

I— see...

[ ??? okay?? there's no time for that, he just frowns when he sees shouxue curl up ]

[discomfort]

[ oh, this is a nightmare scenario, actually.

owner just watches the words appear, reading every one, despite knowing it's not what she would want. ]

... you were right about creative.

[agamid]

[ he also reads them, watching sheba wrap her hands around shouxue's neck. ]

... A terrible application of it.

[discomfort]

[ there is a second where owner freezes, his eyes widening, and he takes a step forward. the confusion on his face settles into something more neutral immediately after, and he steps back into place where he was. ]

Yes. Very terrible.

[agamid]

[ his gaze cuts to owner when he moves, a hand going to his shoulder, gripping tight as his eyes squeeze shut. ]

Greagor have mercy.

[verminous]

[huh what]

[agamid]

[ NOT YOU HE'S BEING A SCALIE ]

[discomfort]

[ he watches them struggle to regain control of the situation between the two of them. ]

I think at this point we are beyond receiving mercies.

[agamid]

So we are.

[ he's turned his head away. he can't watch any longer. ]

[discomfort]

[ owner still watches, at least. sheba hitting the ground, and then shouxue getting beheaded, and he lets out a sigh quiet enough for dion to hear. ]

It's over, Dion-sama.

[agamid]

[ ...

he doesn't say anything, just reads the messages and looks back at owner. ]

[discomfort]

[ he will just easily slide his arm around dion's. ]

Come on. Let's go.

[agamid]

[ alright, off they go. ]