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theairlock2017-10-28 12:21 pm
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first trial
[With the announcement, the Champions are free to decide amongst themselves what order the groups leave in. Once that's done the process of teleporting is automatic and happens in the blink of an eye. Once second they're in the center of the cafeteria before a soft blue light surrounds them and then they're standing in the middle of a circle of podiums.
The room itself it the same shiny, chrome-covered atrocity as most of the rest of the ship save for the sections of floor that aren't the teleporter: those are thick clear glass that show nothing but empty space and stars beneath the Champions' feet. As for the podiums they're the same sort of garish chrome with a digital screen facing toward the center of the circle. The screens each have a name and title associated with a Champion written in green block letters, all save for Chloe Price, the Champion of Max Caulfield, Miki Naoki, the Champion Support and Chitose Karasuma, the Champion of Mediocrity. Theirs are a striking red and, floating above their podiums, are greyscale portraits framed in some kind of bold, mechanical-looking frame.
The Overseers are waiting when they all arrive, standing on a floating platform just high enough to be out of reach and back far enough toward a far wall to have a full view of the courtroom. Both are dressed well, Rox in a pressed grey dress jacket and skirt and Blaze in a black suit with the sleeves rolled up to expose his numerous tattoos.Rox is again the one who speaks up.]
Welcome, Champions, to the courtroom! Twenty of you have entered, but - in the best case scenario - only nineteen of you will leave. The goal here is to compile the evidence that you've gathered and figure out who the killer is. Once you think you have an answer, we'll call a vote where you'll use the podium in front of you to vote on the title of the Champion who you all agree has broken the peace. If you're correct, the culprit will be executed and the rest of you will be allowed to go back upstairs. If you're wrong, however, the killer goes free and the rest of you take the punishment in their place.
There's no time limit, but we reserve the right to call for a vote if things drag on too long. Now let the first trial begin!
The room itself it the same shiny, chrome-covered atrocity as most of the rest of the ship save for the sections of floor that aren't the teleporter: those are thick clear glass that show nothing but empty space and stars beneath the Champions' feet. As for the podiums they're the same sort of garish chrome with a digital screen facing toward the center of the circle. The screens each have a name and title associated with a Champion written in green block letters, all save for Chloe Price, the Champion of Max Caulfield, Miki Naoki, the Champion Support and Chitose Karasuma, the Champion of Mediocrity. Theirs are a striking red and, floating above their podiums, are greyscale portraits framed in some kind of bold, mechanical-looking frame.
The Overseers are waiting when they all arrive, standing on a floating platform just high enough to be out of reach and back far enough toward a far wall to have a full view of the courtroom. Both are dressed well, Rox in a pressed grey dress jacket and skirt and Blaze in a black suit with the sleeves rolled up to expose his numerous tattoos.Rox is again the one who speaks up.]
Welcome, Champions, to the courtroom! Twenty of you have entered, but - in the best case scenario - only nineteen of you will leave. The goal here is to compile the evidence that you've gathered and figure out who the killer is. Once you think you have an answer, we'll call a vote where you'll use the podium in front of you to vote on the title of the Champion who you all agree has broken the peace. If you're correct, the culprit will be executed and the rest of you will be allowed to go back upstairs. If you're wrong, however, the killer goes free and the rest of you take the punishment in their place.
There's no time limit, but we reserve the right to call for a vote if things drag on too long. Now let the first trial begin!
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As the votes come in, however, he can't bring himself to look at the Champions, either.]
Attention, Champions. Now that the votes've been tallied, stick close to your podiums.
[Rox fiddles with her phone, and a wall of glass slowly comes down to block off the Overseers' podium from the rest of the room.
C.E.C.E.'s voice rings out.]
Input Received. Culprit Identified. Commencing execution.
[Glass bubbles come up and cover every podium except for Lucina's and Tsurugi's, safely encapsulating the people within it. The glass floor beneath their feet, the one that shows the beautiful vacuum of space beneath them, begins to open up. Lucina and Tsurugi grip their podiums, but space will have its due. Lucina lets go first, and her scream is swallowed by the void as she's pulled out. Tsurugi lets go seconds later, pulled out into the void after her. They hang suspended in nothingness, as the glass begins to close over them again.
[EXPLICIT CONTENT BEGINS]
And then, for anyone who doesn't know the effect that decompression has on a physical body, it's time for a lesson. Their skin begins to turn burn-red and then bruise-black as they swell up underneath their skin from the bursting capillaries and blood vessels. Lucina chokes on a muted scream, blood spraying from her mouth, the life leaving her eyes as the air in her lungs expands exponentially and kills her, mercifully, quickly. Tsurugi suffers over a much longer period of time, until the radiation of space takes its toll on him and he shuts down, writhing and choking in the unforgiving void of space.
[EXPLICIT CONTENT END]
Once the glass floor closes again, the bubbles around each podium open and release the other champions. After an awkward moment where Blaze looks at Rox on her phone until it becomes clear that she's not going to speak, he finds his voice.]
Head on back up the teleporter. First group up, remember to get off quick so the next group can follow.
[He turns and leaves. Rox, as soon as she finishes the text message she's writing, turns to follow without hardly taking her eyes off her phone.]
emeto cw up in here
Suddenly, space doesn't seem quite as majestic anymore. ]
...I think I'm gonna be sick. [ Please let her on the teleporter asap so she can go run to the ladies' room and lose her breakfast, thank you. ]
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This isn't funny.
Karamatsu remains by Osomatsu's side until the entire horrific display is over, and it's hard to say whether he kept his eyes on them the entire time as it was happening. Something about the gruesome nature of it was just...
Either way, nobody will be hearing anything out of the second born Matsuno. For the first time in his life, he has nothing to add. Nothing flowery to say, no speeches to make. He is totally, completely silent, and he stays right by Osomatsu's side as they quickly head for the teleporter.]
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[Is all Zombina manages to get out before the glass comes down. It doesn't take long for her to start screaming and banging on the glass. As soon as it comes down mid swing after the punishment is over, she falls over flat on the ground. She glares up at Rox. That bitch wasn't even looking.]
You.... you fucking bitch!
[Zombina has never hated anyone as much as she hated Rox at this moment.]
Do you even give a shit?!
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As it is, he casts around wildly as the glass bubbles come up and beats his fist against the inside, panicked. The two about to be punished, executed, killed, they're right next to him. He can see their fear.]
Don't--let us out! Tsurugi! Lucie!
[And then it happens, and no sound comes out of him at all.
When the bubble recedes, Prompto just stands there for a moment, stock-still, shell-shocked. Is he even breathing? Do his eyes see anything?
Unhappily, though, it seems Lucina's last wish is fulfilled. Prompto breathes in. He's alive. And his living, trembling knees buckle once more and he crumples onto his podium, clinging to it with nerveless, shaking hands.
He wails into the instrument of her death--]
LUCINA!
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[Though 'desperately clung to' seems like a more accurate descriptor.]
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Lucina...