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seasonality2021-06-25 06:46 pm
dormheads) wrote in seasonality2021-06-25 06:46 pm
WEEK 2: EXECUTION
week two: executionremaining students: 36
Wow. Weekends sure are wild.
Whatever time everyone wakes up this Sunday morning, they'll see a message on their phones, much like the previous day. This one states:
- The expulsion of Rupert will take place at the Athletics Field at 1PM.
When the time comes, there will be no mysterious compulsion to head over there. It seems like this event isn't a mandatory one to attend. Everyone who does make their way to the stadium will see that the field has changed into something, uh, a little different. No one is allowed to walk onto the field itself, except for Rupert who is already standing in the center, and will have to immediately get onto the stands to take a seat.
Once it hits 1PM, a voice will ring out from some kind of speaker system.
- "Will Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd please come to the field?"
Dimitri will immediately start walking, regardless if he wants to or not. A path will allow he to get there safely. No one else will be able to follow him; while there isn't a physical barrier stopping them, they'll find that they simply cannot move their feet to step onto the same path.
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This...really is a mess, isn't it...
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He looks over; his knuckles are white despite his carefully maintained expression.]
As ever. They do seem to enjoy creating as much of one as possible...
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[Yeah this really is "repression corner", isn't it.]
...Hey. [And just a light touch to the shoulder.] Just...take a deep breath, alright? We'll be ready with...whatever happens.
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But he will bring his free hand up after a moment to touch Mandricardo's arm with mild gratitude. This is terrible your honor.]
...I know. [...] At least we've had the time to prepare.
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... [His other hand comes to touch Sakyou's hand in return, eyebrows furrowing as he watches them fly.] I hate that we're getting used to this crap.
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Yeah this is terrible though. Grim. He half-flinches at the blast, brow furrowing further.]
...Unfortunately, it's better for us that way.
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[Just kind of letting out a gasp at the second ship, his fingers curling over Sakyou's.]
The hell-! [NOT ANOTHER SHIP] Ugh, but you're right. Even though...we can't stop this from happening...
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...No, we can't. And it seems neither can they.
[Hope you get that sweet tiktok Dimitri.]
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[And then that embrace happens.]
[Mandricardo stares for a moment, before his eyes well up with tears. He seems more angry than upset, though.]
...I hate this...I hate that he had to use
..had to use that to control his own...his own mind...shit.
[Having to control yourself in the midst of a killing? Terrible, actually.]
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[TERRIBLE, ACTUALLY. But he's not wrong. He's quiet, watching this final exchange before the snap; he turns away shortly after, glancing toward Mandricardo. Wordless, he gives his arm a gentle squeeze before stepping away.]