WEEK 5: DECOMMISSION

[dropoffs]

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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Comments

[mansplains]

[ yeah, he does get that feeling, based on how tightly she's got her hand in a fist. but he's not reaching out, just vibing nearby ]

[applebough]

[ me like: i see... this is how it feels to have castmates...

Yuri seems to be doing relatively fine when she's watching the fight. ]

[applebough]

[ vibing is what we do ]

[roseoftexas]

[ :') pain and joy all in one.

that's... good? at least. as good as it can be given the circumstances? ]

[inquired]

Three's a pattern, they say.

[sexyasmieu]

[ what is wrong with him? probably hiding more hands.

she looks up at him, and at everyone else's expressions, and then back to gregor and rodya as the latter starts hacking her way through the brambles. ]

[mansplains]

[ would you care for a hand in these trying times? ]

[kabari]

[ there's nothing that needs to be said. just have to endure like always. she can manage with the sleeve grabbing - it's so minor in the grand scheme of things. ]

[roseoftexas]

[ everyone here basically holding a sign that says "this sucks actually" ]

Same as always. Doesn't seem like it plans on switching up the ultimate outcome of someone dying, even if it isn't always letting it pan out in the same way.

[verminous]

[he can't blame her, he really can't. this is what he would do in her place-- this is how he would want it. even if he can't match the energy, he's sure she knows that.

the thorns do their best to block her, but she's good with her axe, and gregor can't keep her at bay forever. she draws closer, cuts through some of the brambles closer to where he stands, and finally he engages her-- his arm swings for her, clashes with the blade of her axe before sharpened fingers try for a jab around it.

(and while he does, the brambles begin to wind further around his arm, growing onto him a little more. he will make her bloom. no, he'll-- he just needs to-)]

[mansplains]

[ i can only make so many hand jokes but he's here ]

[teenrebellion]

[ in and out... in and out... he's doing his best to stay calm. it helps that there's the barrier between them, and rodya seems to be handling it okay so far. ]

Maybe that it's fitting, considering everything else.

[teenrebellion]

[ well i guess he won't say no ]

[mansplains]

[ there's not even a sliver of cleavage showing, he's ooc. it is probably the hands. ]

[ but yeah, his eyes are flicking back and forth between her, rodya and gregor's gardening party, and everyone's expression, taking it all in, before settling back on her ]

[verminous]

[-and then he can't stay stable enough to hold it back.

whatever she does next, he's not going to be able to do much about it... largely because the brambles abruptly wind around him and cut off a strangled sound ripping from his throat, constricting him tight, yanking his feet off the ground as they suspend him.

they don't impale and pierce him, but he is covered in red, blooming roses, face shadowed save for a singular red eye. body horror cw on the visual.]

[va11halla]

[ yeah there's just a small wince with every strike of the axe. less afraid of what it can do, more afraid of the build-up that will ultimately come of it all. we... vibe... if vibing is what it can be called. haha. ]

[solesuccess]

[ there's a pause of consideration. ]

...familiarity and all. [ and, you know, sort of feeling like at least you're doing something in the end. he doesn't say that out loud though. ] At least they know what they're there for.

[ which is about all he gets to say before there's suddenly bursts of roses that startle the hell out of him. HELLO. ]

[riverbeans]

[as charles does his patrol around the barrier, he will spare a worried glance at the senior crew—though he does seem to be watching for io in particular.]

[murdergate]

[ sees the vines entangling gregor, lifting him. it's unholy and it's sick and that poor, sad, beautiful man.

all nodd can do is repeat himself: ]

We have to believe in Rodya.

[ and dig nails into his arms where he has them folded to his chest. ]

[inequals]

[ Great.

She's not surprised when the dude's sanity has been at a solid -45 for at least the last <24 hours, but she still doesn't like to see it. Now she's extra glad that she's the one here to deal with it, because god knows how anyone else would know, how anyone else could come even close to dealing with an Abnormality in human form.

She kicks into real businessmode now, careful hesitation thrown out the window in favour of urgency. She makes her move, stunningly fast for her size, swinging her axe right towards that 'face' that's more like a glaring eye. ]

[naeddre]

[she doesn't seem as bothered -- but i will say the big red eye visibly jumpscares her, and she like, tenses.]

[sexyasmieu]

[ sometimes you think you're ready for anything, but then you see a guy get bodyhorrored into rosebush jesus. wow! ]

[mansplains]

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

[naeddre]

[a little snort at this despite everything, like. yeah! sure can!]

... We likely wouldn't still be on the ship if she was here.

[perfectpower]

[Watches him go.

It's when he makes it back around to where Bradley is that he stuff his hands in his pockets and steps up to walk wordlessly with him.]