week four: reckoning

[mygod]

Week 4

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execution

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rest in pieces

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In the early morning hours, the bell at the church tolls again. The darkness from the preceding night seems barely diminished, as though the sun is late to dawn; as characters are drawn out of their homes—out of their slumber, or lack thereof—they will find their feet dragging in a particular location. Following the compulsion is easy, but even those that fight it will eventually end up at the same place: Borrasca Summer Camp.

It might look a little different from usual, and it certainly feels different; once again, the air feels staticky-thick with magic, the whole area now made into a ritual ground, a veil surrounding it. The veil will also contain any residual splash damage that could hurt the audience, but characters will find themselves stuck at the outskirts, unable to approach further without their blood starting to boil. The overseers are already here as well, standing far off from the others and observing the proceedings separately. One of you will feel compelled to step safely forward.

For the rest, rituals require payment, and so the time for reckoning has come. Observe. Please inform your mods if your character attempts to leave execution once it begins.

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EXECUTION

[mygod]

[recession]

[ Good morning, camp! How is everybody on this fine execution day.

There's someone familiar here, or so you probably think based off of his clothes. His face, meanwhile, is indeterminate, a shifting thing that for now remains shadowed and unclear. He's got his head tilted a bit, watching a little rabbit hop on by, ears quivering, eyes blank.

Time's just about now, old boy, if your sense of time hasn't been screwed up any more than it already has been. Ooh, you're nervous still. Let's get a grip on the situation, shall we?

...As people file in, forced to be audience, he 'glances up' away from the rabbit and turns around. He's waiting.

In one hand is a pair of scissors, a little pentagram or pentacle whatever shittily drawn on it. ]

[scrapdraught]

[We're doing bad, thanks for asking.

Hungover, harried, sleepless and sour-mouthed, Camille thought very hard about not coming. She doesn't want to watch. Doesn't want to look anyone in the eye after damning Karlach to the same fate she suffered. But she came, so why not stay in the back? Look at no one and talk to no one.

But the urge pulls her sloggish feet forward, further, further, and the scissors hang heavy in her hand. Practically identical to his, crap pentagram and all. Was there any other choice?

The rabbits dart away from her once she passes the barrier, but they don't leave the area. She doesn't remember there being so many earlier.

Her stomach flips. She looks at that shifting ooze of a face and feels her heart start to thrum, fighting the wine soak she'd doused it in all night. She keeps a measured distance and hopes no one sees her hands shaking.]

...Give a gal a break Daan. Pick a face.

[alldoomnogloom]

[ Out of time.

well there’s a large crowd but as it’s hopefully starting to disperse, and with any luck to take camille to the swamp, he’ll take a half turn to Karlach and Astarion. ]

Are you ready … ?

[ablazement]

Yeah. [she gives gale a little smile.

carefully, she leans down to kiss gale on the forehead. rests a hand on his cheek. and then turns to astarion - does the same, forehead kiss. hand on the cheek. she's not so horribly warm anymore.]

Ready.

PEANUT GALLERY

[mygod]

[allomantic]

[here as usual, tense as she watches to see who steps out. her eyes are a little red.]

[concoctive]

[ he does not step any further than the unspoken line that they all semi-respect, as he falls in next to vin, tired looking and in the same clothes as yesterday - still, his eyes are sharp as he watches camille step through to join daan. already tense, he tenses up even more. ]


... never gets any better. [ his hands clench, unclench, clench again. ]

[killies]

[ ... ]

[halved]

[glancing in concern]

[cumulative]

[just quietly taking her hand while he leans on anis because spatial reasoning doesn't exist in execution.]

[killies]

[ she is just slowly bringing her hands up to cover her ears. ]

[drymonster]

[ god, i'm sick of this shit. ]

[concoctive]

[ there's a glance back to todomatsu with a severe, unhappy expression on his face when camille steps through. ]

[sonorant]

[ she is here, grim and somber as always.

why is there a little rabbit with blank eyes ]

[alldoomnogloom]

[ just adding to the train of silent, tired looking losers ]

[cumulative]

[he's here, more withdrawn than usual. mathis is quiet, posture slouched and folded in on himself a bit, arms wrapped around himself.

on the plus side he's finally bathed and tried to get the glitter off him and out of his hair, so he's less sparkly! but no less miserable and tired.]

[quirkwall]

[ stares blearily in the squint of someone who hasn't slept in 36 hours but she's spitefully here ]

[halved]

[...

yet another person in a line of silent, somber assholes. she stares at what remains of daan's face for a moment after filing in, a little blank, and then she looks away to scan the crowd. who now?]

[undread]

[yeah she's here. just. tired. it's been a long 15 weeks.]

[mogger]

[ yuffie has dragged the stretcher from the haunted house with her but she'll also be standing quietly, close to lavi ]

[bookpapers]

[lavi's here, sticking to the back of the group. still without his headband and scarf. he'll watch without commentary this time]

[haematocritical]

[ rocks up to the party(?) looking like he hasn't slept in a million years, but he can rock exhausted chic. ]

[sootprints]

[ just sitting quietly some ways from the barrier, wearing a hoodie with the hood pulled up while daan is up there stealing her faceless schtick. faint wisps of smoke trail out from under the hood from time to time.

she tenses when she sees camille, but is otherwise still and silent. ]

[ablazement]

[hello...

standing kind of far away from everybody else but flanked by two dogs (geto and gojo) is karlach. the most notable thing is that she is not glowing at her chest! she's just... normal. wow.

anyway, she just stares at camille throwing herself at daan with a look of someone who wants to cry or throw up or both.]