week 9 - execution & aftermath

[vicedirector]

seven vices execution & aftermath ♫ saturday After everyone has voted, the paper and photos will disappear. Miata will usher everyone outside, only allowing them to grab their coats and weather-appropriate gear, and lead them to the bonfire. Floating in the middle of the flames, a list appears, clear as day. >Gather? victim   culprit cast setting rulebook

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[thebonezone]

[who has the more useless commentary: rhys or papyrus?? vote now on your phones!!!]

[...is rhys right tho is this a lover's quarrel. sheesh.]

protect her from what? would it kill 'em to not be so vague.

[says sans, the not at all vague and mysterious asshole skeleton]

[jackhole]

[ this commentary train is just going to assholeville population: the skelebros and this jackhole. rhys just leans his forehead against the door and groans. ]

Oh my godddd, right? Just, come on. [ he lifts his forehead and drops it against the door. ] What about us? [ another lift and drop ] And the murders? [ and again. ] Aaaand the rest of this bullshit town? Oh my god, I just want to go hoooome. Who caaaares about Miata maybe dying or whatever?

[ then he knocks his forehead against the door a few more times. someone better stop rhys before he gets the attention of the angry lesbians. ]

[friendboned]

[Papyrus will be the straight man for this tag... he grasps Rhys and holds him back]

(RHYS!!! YOU NEED TO CONTAIN YOURSELF!!!)

[First the romantic gestures, now this??? COULD YOU MAYBE CHILL]

[vicedirector]

[ Too bad for Rhys, this continues on for a bit. And then eventually: ]

Look, my point is that you absolutely cannot be out and about this week of all weeks! Even if I told them to spare you, they wouldn't care. I'll be the figurehead if I must, but you aren't leaving the basement!

Giving me cabin fever? If you insist.

Oh, stop that. Eight people, that's a big chance. And I refuse to take it!

[ Miata holds her hands up in front of her a bit defensively, though she's still got a light smile on. ]

So go! Right now! I don't want to see your face outside of that room until next Monday! And furthermore...

[ Their voices drift off, as Katerina ushers Miata out of view. Eventually, they can hear a door slam shut and lock, and there's no noises anymore. ]

[thebonezone]

[. . . . .]

welp.

[THAT SURE IS OMINOUS!!!]

[jackhole]

[ guess who is looking dumbfounded at the door and when it's clear they're both gone, he just lets out an aggravated yell and falls back in the snow in a huff. he crosses his arms over his chest and glares up at the sky. ]

Nothing happened! NOTHING HAPPENED. WHY DIDN'T ANYTHING HAPPEN?

[ rhys has truly become "old man yells at cloud" now. ]

[friendboned]

SOMETHING HAPPENED, RHYS!!

[no longer confined to an "indoor voice", Papyrus lets it loose]

MIATA AND THE OTHER HUMAN HAD A WEIRD AND CREEPY CONVERSATION!!!

[Thanks, Papyrus...]

[thebonezone]

[sans looks at the camera like he's on the office.]

yep. you nailed it, bro.

[a n y w a y]

rhys, you recorded that, right?

[jackhole]

[ he's still laying here, huffy and annoyed but he will answer. ]

Yeah. Of course I did.

[ and then he holds up his hand and after a quick click, the conversation will play back from the speakers in it. he won't play the whole thing, but just as proof. ]

I guess we should go now though.

[friendboned]

[does Papyrus need to carry you in his manly arms, Rhys]

RHYS.... NO!!! MY BROTHER IS RUBBING OFF ON YOU!!

[stop lying there??? WHY]