week 2 - execution & aftermath

[vicedirector]

seven vices execution & aftermath ♫ sunday 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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[fourleafcleaver]

Probably not.

[She makes absolutely no indication that she's going to start moving anytime soon, just kinda rolls her eyes to that she can look at him without moving anything else.]

Oh well.

[stupidly]

["OH WELL", good lord. Well, he can understand the "haha nope, not gonna move for 100 years" sentiment, at least...]

Are you feeling unwell? [...] Er— because of those strange effects, I mean.

[He'd imagine all of the surviving suspects are feeling pretty unwell right about now, except maybe Poland who was a free bean from the near-start.]

[fourleafcleaver]

[Being a teenage girl means her deep dramatic sighing skills are mastered on an innate level, and here comes one of those legendary sighs now. Being so tired only adds to her ability.]

Right, those are a thing. That's probably it. Yeah. [Another sigh, this one mildly less totally done.]

[stupidly]

[Ah, it's like being back home all over again, hearing a majestic sigh like that...]

Do you need help back inside? I don't think icing your body like this will really help with the pain.

[fourleafcleaver]

It probably won't, huh. [DEFEATED SIGH, she's got all kinds] But I dunno that moving would help, either.

[don't be a brat, Clover.]

[stupidly]

The sooner you move, the sooner you'll be able to take a break and rest in your bed instead.

[Surely that's better than snow...!]

[fourleafcleaver]

I...gueeeeeessssss.

[She's so RESIGNED about it. Even so she makes an attempt to start rolling over like she's gonna stand up and nope, just going to continue rolling instead of picking herself up until she's on her stomach instead of her back, landing with a little uuurgghhhhhh noise.

And then another sigh.

It takes her a moment, but then, muffled into the snow:] What's even the point of limbs.

[She's so tired.]