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]

[ he's also not crowding her, but he is nearby in case she would like one of his hands ]

[applebough]

[ Her gloved hand is balled into a fist and would be digging into her own skin if she didn't have them on, so.

Maybe Guy should keep his hand to himself... so he doesn't get hurt...

but his presence is appreciated. ]

[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]

[ vibing is what we do ]

[mansplains]

[ do you think love can bloom, even on the battlefield? no, it can't. only roses can bloom. out of gregor. ]

[ fucking yikes ]

[ i'm making this a real tag by having guy give yuri a concerned look, though i assume her eyes are glued to this scene ]

[applebough]

[ 🌈 LIMBUS COMPANY 🌈

But yeah, you're right. Yuri is still staring at the scene. She will watch every single execution to the best of her ability, even if it hurts. ]

[mansplains]

[ bruh as soon as that apple comes out he's definitely getting a bit closer, not actually touching yet but ]

... Yuri.

[ now will u accept his 28390238092392 hands ]

[applebough]

[ maybe she will when she's not at minimum sanity ]

[mansplains]

[ what about a hugge.... ]

[applebough]

[ Guy keeps trying his best when Yuri's not of sound mind. I appreciate him.

That said, he should do what he wants. ]