day six - execution.

[foxhounds]

SHIP-TRAP day six 15 players remaining A clock chimes 9 PM, and Ivan turns her attention to the wall where the familiar symbol has been watching them. The eye blinks, then opens wide. It gets larger and larger until it's the size of a tv screen. The features of the eye melt away, and up flashes a list of names and votes. The bricks shift underneath the eye, and she stands to go collect a box that's partially pushed out in their place. She walks back to the head of the table and sets the box down before she opens it. She pulls out a pistol, a knife, and a hammer, which she sets on the table first, and then two pieces of paper. One piece of paper is labelled Hunted and the other is labelled Hunter in a neat, elegant script. She opens "Hunted" first and reads in a clear voice: "You have chosen Rei Hazama," she pauses, then continues, "They are Innocent." The paper labelled "Hunter" is taken next, which she reads in the same way. "Hajime Hinata has been chosen as the Hunter." She lowers the paper and stares at the person whose name she had just read. "Choose your weapon and kill them." rulebook character statuses private conversations graveyard This is a general post-vote mingle covering the execution. Night posts will go up tomorrow morning.

Comments

[unrulyprincess]

[She wishes, more than anything, that she could say "You're not going to die" and believe it. But they're all in danger, and they've all been dying off so quickly.

There's no guarantee that they're not going to die.

They are probably going to die.

So all she can do is hold Kogasa close in an awkward hug (Clarine has never been one for physical contact, but here they are) and hope for the best.]

... I am sorry. I am so...sorry...

[urameshiya]

[Kogasa, for her part, clings to Clarine as though her life depends on it.]

If I die tonight, take care of my umbrella, okay? You can - you can take the tongue off and paint over the eye, and take the sock off, and you can even burn it if you can't keep it, but you can't ever, ever throw it out, okay? It - I've, we...

[She hasn't stumbled this badly with referring to her umbrella since right after she woke up.]

Even if I have to die, I don't want to be thrown out again, too.

[She'll try to smile again later, but for now, six days' worth of negativity already has Kogasa thinking the worst.]

[unrulyprincess]

[...And slowly, she sighs--a sad, tired noise.]

Kogasa... I shall keep it. If... should the worst happen... [She's praying it won't, but she knows better at this point. They never know.]

I shall keep your umbrella. A-and... I shall certainly not take the tongue off and paint over the eye and take the sock off... i-it is... it has its...own charm...!

[A sniff, and she bites her lip.]