[ week one: execution ]

[murderhost]

EXECUTION

There's the sound of that handbell again, sometime Sunday morning when the sun gets high in the sky. It's PB in the front yard of the manor. He's looking as chipper(?) as ever and is riding the high of yesterday's trial. Voting for Tamon? That was good television. He's living it up, babey!

Which means when everyone gathers, he will beckon them to follow. Onto the beach, that invisible wall gone for now and instead PB leads them to a circle of tiki torches, lit despite the daytime hours and surrounded in a circle by mannequins. The sound of the waves are loud near the water where they stand and it's actually a little cold. The crew is there, filming the circle and the contestants as well as they're encouraged to stand around it. If they try to go into the circle itself, they will be stopped — except for one person.

Tamon will be carried out of the house by mannequins, all the way to to the middle of the circle and dropped in the center of the sand. The mannequins will leave then, going back to their place among the circle of crew. This is feeling very Survivor, isn't it? Which is when PB pipes up —

"Don't worry, everyone. It's distinct enough that we won't get sued!"

Bastard.

Anyway, now that you're all here, what's going to happen next?

♥

Comments

[asimilate]

[Not unlike other people, probably, a sleep-deprived and jittery Kalim does his best to get in the way of the mannequins and to run up to the execution ring, all to no avail. Wow, shocking.

But after a minute he runs back to the mansion... ABANDONING TAMON AND TSUKASA!!! No, wait, he's back. And he has... a banner of his own? Well. Kind of. It's just printer paper taped together with SOS THIS IS REAL MURDER WEVE BEEN KIDNAPPED CALL X11 written on it in very aggressive pen.

It probably would've been more effective if he just wrote a bunch of brand names down but listen. He tried.]

[crashout]

[ well. a for effort. he will just read this over before nodding slowly. ]

[asimilate]

[It's written in that way like when you can tell someone ran out of space to write "happy birthday" so the last letters are squished in at the end]

[crashout]

[ just pats him on the shoulder but he's keeping his eyes on tamon and tsukasa instead, god. ]

[asimilate]

[He drops the sign as PB talks, completely forgetting about his efforts to reach the wider audience and banging on the barrier again]

Tamon! Tsukasa!

[asimilate]

[Great news I managed to find sad art]

[crashout]

[ YOU JUST GIVING THIS TO ME???

anyway this is actually worse to watch so his grip on kalim's shoulder tightens even if he doesn't say anything. what the FUCK. ]

[asimilate]

[My gift

As they watched Tsukasa suffocate, his hands fall limply from the barrier to his sides, and he stands, shaking in place. He stares with chapped lips half-open, unblinking, like staring hard enough will make this whole scene shimmer away like a horrible mirage.]

[crashout]

[ what if he grips his head like a grape and just turns him away from the scene. what if. ]

[asimilate]

[LIKE A GRAPE

Well, he'll let it happen, mostly because all the strength seems to leave his body at once as he falls to his hands and knees. He grits his teeth, but it does nothing to stop his tears, and he doesn't try to pretend like he's not crying.

He needs to get up, to be ready to run for Tamon and get him out of here as soon as possible, but...]

[crashout]

[ again he is the least qualified to deal with a crying child so he looks a little awkward amongst his rage that this happened, so he lets him down gently and kind of nudges him with his leg if only to keep his connected to reality. trading one death for another doesn't make this better, but they can't ignore that at least one of them was saved. ]

[asimilate]

[cries on Junpei's leg]