week 5 - 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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[muties]

[ That time of the month week?

Roxy approaches, worried. She'll stand close in case he does fall. Do u need to be princess carried to your room? ... Because that might be difficult. ]

How bad is it, scale of 1 to 10.

[hopefragment]

...Not sure.

[He shivers and tucks his hands under his arms, trying to curl up what little he can. It's at once too hot to do that, and way too cold.]

It just... feels like I'm sick. A fever, you know? It's... not the worst thing I've experienced, that's for sure.

[That headache week one sure was something. Not to mention the stomach pains? Just let him run the whole gauntlet.

If he can, though, he's just going to try to leeeaaannn forward and rest his forehead on Roxy's shoulder. Why y'all gotta be shorter than him at all times.]

[muties]

Yeah, I know.

[ Who decides these shitty deathshocks? She needs to have a Word with them, and that word is "leave the bagel alone, goddamn".

At least she's not as short as some of the others, only about a 5 inch difference. Assuming I can do math She'll pat the back of his head with one hand and just sorta leans her head against his. A head hug. ]

Maybe if we ask nicely folks'll stop offin' envys.

[hopefragment]

[Well the only ones left are him and Gilbert, so let's Pray these are the last deathshocks he'll have to experience.

Headhug is nice, though, and he relaxes against her shoulder, humming quietly and huffing an unamused laugh through his nose.]

Yeah, I... can't argue with that.

[He's too cold from the fever to want to stay out for long, though, and with a soft groan, he pulls his head away from her shoulder to glance toward her.]

I... think I might head in. Get some blankets and something warm to drink and just... try to wait this out.

...Want to come?

[muties]

Sure! In fact, I know how to get hot water [ from the tap... it counts, you can make tea with that right ] and can easily wrap you up in a blanket burrito, if that'll help.

[hopefragment]

[Hot water from the tap totally counts!

He laughs at the idea of a blanket burrito and just nods, shivering again as he wraps his arms tightly around himself.]

I mean... it's a good start, until I can manage to get some sleep. If these... whatever these are start lasting more than one night, I don't know how I'd be able to handle it.

[muties]

I'll even read you a bedtime story.

[ Or make one up, anyway. ]

Uugh, don't give them any ideas.

[hopefragment]

As long as it's not "Fluffy Fluffy Skeleton" or whatever.

[Though tbh he'll listen to any story Roxy wants to tell him. Plus it'll surely make Papyrus happy, and that's what matters.

He just laughs again, a little helplessly, and just nods. They really don't need any more ideas.]

Yeah, you're right. C'mon.

[And then he just kind of... holds his hand out. Just a little! It's easy to miss, since he's not really reaching, and he's definitely not looking at her. Just. If she wants to hold his hand, his hand is there. That's all.]

[muties]

[ Snorts. ]

No, god, noooope.

[ She isn't a plagiarist, she can bs her own bedtime stories!

Oh, is that a hand. She will take that hand and hold it. And let out a slight giggle that she will never admit to, ok. Clearly she can just appreciate a nice hand. ]