WEEK 5: DECOMMISSION

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WEEK 5 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.

CALLSIGN UNGEZIEFER IS 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.

WOULD THE CONVICTED PLEASE STEP FORWARD.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR UNDERSTANDING AND COOPERATION.

As the clock begins to wind towards that time once again, things on the ship are... quiet. The tension is thick in the air, trepidation abundant. Despite it all, you were able to find the killer, but at what cost? Some of you are with the convicted in the brig, waiting, waiting, and the Senior Crew among you are just as tense, some running systems checks anxiously in wait of whatever anomaly may be about to occur. A few sit in the brig alongside you, while others wait outside. Hope against hope, right? That maybe something can be done in the face of all these anomalies, week after week?

But, much like at trial, there is a shift to the silence. A sharp pneumonic hiss resound in the brig, and the convicted is simply - gone. The tubes that were used to take him away to the brig from the conference hall are now used to transport him elsewhere. No one is expelled from the brig. No one is locked out. And then the Eudora's AI calls out across the ship, informing you of where to go, a mandatory execution once again... but when has it never not been mandatory? Fear, anxiety, pain, rage... feel it, hold fast to it. Even if you don't make your way there willingly, your feet will carry you there to that wretched sim room once more.

The Sim & Grav rooms are deactivated in full - 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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IN THE SIM & GRAV ROOMS . . .

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[verminous]

[in the simulation room, there is no longer a room, but a battlefield tinged in red, a haze hanging over it. the sounds of shouts and screams are muted, but in the way that they become after hours listening to them: it isn't that they're quiet. it's simply that you've grown used to them, making them more of a background noise as they continue, as the occasional clash rings out.

and in the midst of it, there is one more recognizable figure, standing apart from the rest: gregor, his appearance altered with the e.g.o. he's currently using. his arm is sharp, strange roses winding around it with their thorns.

(it hangs itself on a tree, trying to make its content known-)

for the moment, he doesn't move, just-- waiting, as the thorns around his arm shift idly.]

[inequals]

[ And your fellow showman today is... well, is anyone surprised? As soon as the summons come, she's already there and probably the first to try the barrier -- and she's permitted to step through, points of her work shoes cutting through the faint haze. ]

Good.

[ She's in her work uniform, because that's what she's here for: work. She gives one neutral look at their surroundings, then at Gregor, Mr. Rose Bride himself. It's subtle but she's on alert, though that much should be evident with the fact that she absolutely has her trusty axe in her hand. ]

Aya. That's not what the auction board said you got.

PEANUT GALLERY

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[murdergate]

[ hasn't changed from yesterday. in the same harley-hot shirt and tapered pants. impossible to tell with nodd's eyes whether he slept or not. he crosses his arms, stares through the barrier. ]

[mansplains]

[ don't think i forgot about you you can get hands too ]

[applebough]

[ Yuri was in the brig all night long and she's one of the first to bolt out and to the biggest sim room. Her eye is a bit red, she's wearing the same thing as yesterday, it's whatever. She's here and she's right there with the barrier being the only thing that separates her from... whatever this will be. ]

[murdergate]

[ she may not want nor need his support at the moment, but he was almost sure yuri would be in the sim room. now, he can guess who it will be instead, so he's there if she does want someone to grip. ]

[baebladie]

[ Taking a glance at her shortly, before looking at what's ahead. ]

[inquired]

[ sunday again... no problem....

temenos is here on this sunday, standing as usual silent and sentinel. he's back in his priest clothes, one hand on his staff, and his gaze flicks over the surroundings as proceedings begin before he pulls out his notebook to write something in it, frowning.

writing these early is terrifying actually. sweating. ]

[expiries]

[he came here from the brig, and now he's just silently looking through the barrier, incredibly tense as he waits to see who else will be there.]

[sexyasmieu]

[ anise actually changed her clothes, you filthy sad people you. but i didn't go on pinterest today so idk. it's a skirt and sweater. she is wearing some cute strawberry-shaped hairties, though.

she looks around the room, eyes wide, before looking ahead with apprehension. ]

[tombtaker]

[ well, he's here! yay. ]

[naeddre]

[she's here, hair flopped half over her face, expression sour as usual. she looks like she's in an awful mood, but who isn't.]

[solesuccess]

[ yeah. here as usual, tense as everyone else waiting to see who the hell's about to have a really, really rough time. god. ]

[roseoftexas]

[ i didn't do a fit check yesterday so you all get one today. look ma, he showered.

same as everyone else, he sure is here. yahoo. not looking forward to this, as always. ]

[kabari]

[ takes out her kiseru in anticipation for the festivities. ]

[psynchroneyes]

[ Mizuki gives the room an uneasy glance as she walks in, but eventually settles somewhere, arms folded over her chest as she watches their surroundings shift and change into a new scenario. There's only a frown on her face as she does. ]

[teenrebellion]

[ well this was always going to be bad but kazuki tenses when the sim room blooms into a battlefield, of all things. and there is gregor, standing among it all, with roses and thorns winding around him. they even move, because of course they do. with the faintest of shudders, kazuki looks away. it hasn't even started and it's already a lot. ]

[drymonster]

[ todomatsu is here and has absolutely changed since yesterday.

aaaand he winces as soon as he sees those vines. cool cool cool, nothing but good experiences with vines these past two months. let's just keep fucking doing this forever. ]

[perfectpower]

[He's here, and he's softly whispering 'what the fuck' at Gregor's transformation.

And then of course Rodya's there and he's gritting his teeth.]

[baebladie]

[ ...So it begins anew. The actors are on this wretched stage.

Blade watches solemnly at the accursed display that is about to play out in front of them. ]

[riverbeans]

[as usual, charles comes from the brig, in what he wore yesterday. sorry to be a filthy sad person........

he doesn't look surprised to see rodya, his expression unreadable, but he tenses anyway. for a moment, his hand goes up to grip the watch pendant he had yesterday at trial, before he walks off to do the usual pace around the barrier—mostly out of habit at this point than anything, especially when most of the people he normally did this with or counted on during execution are now gone or up there instead.]

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[ your officers, as always, are here - and not very happy about it either. some of them are pacing, some of them are motionless sentinels, some of them are working on their I.R.I.S.es, but they are here.

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DECOMMISSIONING . . .

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DECOMMISSIONING

EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY, the following crewmate's user data is being sent to the CSS Eudora's backend. All located belongings of the crewmate have been surrendered for safekeeping, unless otherwise indicated, and access to the system has been revoked. Stasis pod disengaged from primary network. Thank you for your service.

GREGOR

STATUS D͠ECO͢M̴MI͡S̢S̵I͟O͞N̵ED

We're... no different in the end. Nothing more than... disgusting pests.

But nobody... nobody here has ever...

...I'm sorry. I wish I was the person you keep saying I am. I'm trying. I-

I promised I'd walk with you. I still will, even if... I'm not there.

Rodya. Yuri. We'll make it. We'll...

❝ mors certa, hora incerta. ❞