[ 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

[pharmahoudini]

[... Hm. Don’t like where things are going with the bullshit contract negotiations. Okay. Back down from the tree and he’s going for trying to smash the entire camera crew.

If you can’t beat ‘em, take it off the air? Who knows. Maybe he can wreck cameras fast enough (attempts are being made).]

[pharmahoudini]

[He's holding a disembodied mannequin head when things come to a head, so to speak. Well.

Stopping short for a moment; his eyes slide to his wrist and then he grits his teeth and smashes the head to pieces over the sounds of Tsukasa gagging.

Yeah, this is going great.]