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

[naeddre]

I'm not either. She is most well equipped to handle him, at least.

[still sucks real bad.]

[inquired]

[ he nods and... just kind of looks at her, for a long moment, then shakes his head, leaning against her shoulder a little further.

temenos gets it. if it were him, he'd want the same.]

Indeed. [ his brow twitches a little at Once Again Vines but otherwise, settles in to watch. ]

[naeddre]

[yeah. sometimes you watch castmates slaughter each other and go that's how i'd want it, too.

she watches the plants, frowning. ugh.]

[inquired]

[ watching rodya... he huffs, and murmurs, a little wryly to throné: ]

You can always trust a woman with an axe.

[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.

[inquired]

[ yeah. god.]

With a single look, she could shame someone out of their overloaded aggression.

[inquired]

[ oh the speed at which he grabs onto throné's hand when the apple thing happens. the one opposite, the one that scratches. immediately, he grips it tight. ]

[naeddre]

[:wtf:

that's fair, she tenses horribly, and immediately looks away. nope! nope. she's not about that life. yuri screams, and throné closes her eyes and grits her teeth. sorry, limbuses, she can't actually watch this one.

maybe that's better, though.]

[inquired]

[ that's fine. temenos can watch, unflinching, but keeps throné close. the others have yuri - it's best not to crowd her - and he'll see it through to the end, no matter what there is to see. ]

[naeddre]

[jesus okay well she keeps listening, even if she can't watch. and this last little bit from gregor has her turning in towards temenos, to hide her face against the shoulder of his cassock.]

[inquired]

[ we promised.

even he can't keep a reaction from his face, eyes closing for a long moment to stay steady before he opens them again, and squeezes throné's hand a little tighter. we promised, indeed. ]

[frotag]

[ im just establishing that even though ichiban currently has his arms full at the moment he still glances over to both throné and baiken and even though he doesn't say anything both of them will inherently understand his vibe in the moment to mean THIS FUCKIN APPLE ]

[naeddre]

[YEAH MOOD THIS FUCKIN APPLE]

[kabari]

[ the most exasperated spiritual thumbs up. yeah. ]