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trustfell2017-10-06 11:46 am
Fourth.
| As the fourth week comes to a close and Friday morning dawns like the rest of the week before it, with the chiming of the clock and the doors to the kitchen unlocking, it seems, for a brief moment, that everything will be normal. For a given degee of "normal", anyway – perhaps some are on edge because there's a definite pattern that's been happening here, but for a few blissful moments, everything seems quiet. It doesn't last long; eventually, Jericho's voice can be heard over the public-address system. He doesn't sound as excitable as usual, though perhaps that can be explained away with the content of his message: "Hey. Just so you know, we've kind of got a problem this morning. Nothing catastrophic or anything, but you might want to get into the foyer so you know what's going on. We'll be waiting." You might want to go. |

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There's also a person pinned against the wall in front of her - judging by the setup, it seems that the "problem" this morning has to do with Tabby.
It's difficult to say exactly how she's being kept there at first glance, but it's obvious that she is – her muscles are tense and she's twitching hard, jerking a bit once in a while, like she's trying to get away from invisible bonds; Alena's focus is being kept on her, and once in a while it looks like blue flames flicker into being here and there – small manifestations of power that don't last long before they're dispersed into nothingness again before they can burn anything.
This continues for a brief while before Jericho can be heard again.]
So the good news for you guys is that nobody died last night – you've been showing a pretty impressive amount of restraint, I'm actually kind of happy for you.
The bad news is that you've run out of time.
[It's obvious what he means from the wording, from his tone; looks you’re your timer has run out.]
Like we've promised, we randomly selected one of you to take out; sorry about that, Dynamic. If it's any consolation, it probably wouldn't have been you if Alena had a say.
[Tabby swears loudly at that before she jerks again; Alena's gaze flicks upward toward the speakerbox at the mention, and for the briefest of moments it looks like she's considering letting Tabby go.
And then she refocuses, slamming Tabby back against the wall again before those blue flames flicker into existence again, melding into a solid mass held together by the same sort of inexplicable energy that's pinning Tabby in place before it arcs forward and slices into her body, the density of it cutting easily into her chest as though her ribcage was nothing in terms of resistance, and while Alena is close enough for the blood spray that ensues to hit her she doesn't flinch away from it.
She isn't crying, but she does look...upset, at this one; the same force used to hold Tabby against the wall seems to apply itself, unseen, to her neck, breaking it for good measure and to ensure that she's dead, and after a moment Alena lets the body drop to the floor.
Tabitha Smith is dead.
Jericho doesn't say anything for a long moment; when he speaks up again, he seems agitated, though it's difficult to tell in what sort of direction, emotionally – there's just a harsh undercurrent to his words that wasn't there before.]
No trial for this. We'll deal with the body. You've got eight hours until the next one.
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[How many will die before someone takes action? She can't avoid wondering that...and who'd be the next unlucky selected]
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[No, no, no, no! She wraps her arms around her body. No, this can't be happening...]
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Who would have thought we could actually hit the time limit?
[ She says that with a tone dripping in tense malice, but her gaze isn't so much at the speaker or even really at Alena, but rather at the body of Tabby.
... That woman was someone she felt a certain level of respect for. that's not fair at all.
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[ Alex almost rushes forward. Almost. Tabby was so sweet to her, so insistent that she shouldn't shoulder all this sadness, but it's like...something's stopping her. She can't move.
It's probably fear. Probably. But she suspects otherwise. ]
Shit. Shit, shit- what are we gonna do?
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They've...they've run out of time, and they're all going to die. They are literally all going to die if nobody acts. And that's a horrifying prospect.]
Tabby-san...!
[Oh god, she can't deal with this--]
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She grits her teeth, staring at the body on the floor. God fucking dammit, she liked Tabby.]
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[Hibiki sinks to her knees, her body shaking. Another murder, right in front of her eyes. How many does she has to see?]
Tabby...n-no...impossible...
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[ He's practically enraged but he's also feeling cold. Damn everything's going to go to shit-- ]
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She'd be a piss-poor associate of the King of Despair if she didn't know what his body's abilities looked like at this point, especially after the show he gave them on Halloween. Dream or memory or whatever, that's definitely it. But there's still the thing of how...
...Mrrrrrrgh thanks, she hates this, times two??? ]
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Once again, I've got good news and I've got bad news. The good news is that you guys work fast – your timer has been reset.
Incidentally, that's also the bad news, because you guys now have a small problem on the third floor. Just thought I'd let you know.
[...He may be having issues this morning, but it seems that he's about as tactful as ever. Either way, you at least have some idea of where to go now.
Explore?]
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[YEAH, GUESS WHO'S RUNNING TO THE THIRD FLOOR. MOST IMPORTANTLY THE BAR. WHAT THE FUCK.]
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[Alright, Jerry, let's head to the third floor--unless there's blood and kidneys immediately notable (and who knows anymore), he'll check the game room.]
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...I'll go take a look what's going on.
[Third floor? Kyrie goes to the billiards room]
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TRUST HAS BEEN BROKEN.
So Boundless is...gone. And I'm sure you're going to miss her a lot, but given her track record maybe this'll work in your favor in the end. Which sounds like an asshole thing to say, but hey, don't fault me for her choices.
As always, go do your thing, and then go do your best – we'll be waiting for you guys downstairs.
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18/18
BAR (9/9)
- Sigrun did not deserve this
- At least the blood's not everywhere this time
- That looks painful
- At least it wasn't a kitchen knife?
- Someone had a drink
- Drinking alone on a Friday morning seems like a bad idea
- What is this?
- And a note!
- A hastily-written note!
INFIRMARY (3/3)
- Hmm, that's strange
- Who took these?
- Just in case you were wondering
SHOOTING RANGE (3/3)
- Where in the world is the crossbow?
- Why don't you people clean up after yourselves??
- At least someone's got good aim?
SIGRUN'S ROOM (3/3)
- Here's a crossbow!
- Carvings!
- Even more carvings!
BAR
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AREA CLEAR
INFIRMARY
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Re: INFIRMARY
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AREA CLEAR
SHOOTING RANGE
Re: SHOOTING RANGE
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AREA CLEAR
SIGRUN'S ROOM
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Well, the gist of it is that she ought to go check out her room. So she'll just be making her way down there. But first things first, probably, is it locked? ]
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AREA CLEAR