WEEK TWO: EXECUTION

[cluedin]

WEEK TWO: EXECUTION

Some of you may have slept well knowing you did the right thing. Other of you may have tossed and turned, struggling with feelings of guilt and unease. Regardless of which group you fit into, it doesn't change the fact that on Sunday morning all guests will find themselves compelled to head to the front door. When all have gathered, the door will swing open and allow the group to witness a scene on the front lawn.

Hunter has been set out in his metal cage, isolated from the rest of the group. It isn't long before Peach, Plum and Pumpkin appear from another part of the yard. They don't have their wheeled box this week, and as they stop in front of the cage, the trio begins to speak.

"We gather here today to possibly say goodbye to our dear friend, Hunter.

Hunter was a normal boy
Whose way of thinking brought great joy
He never quite felt like he belonged
Yet he's the one who keeps being strong
He became a creature without much thought
Who sought out a friend and took his shot
And despite the vote he may still not die
If only because Hunter knows how to survive."

Three pairs of eyes turn and lock on a face in the crowd.

"45, it's time."

It seems as though 45 doesn't have a choice. The moment the girls summon the chosen party, they will find themselves walking forward against their best judgment. All other guests will be unable to step past the threshold, but nothing's stopping them from leaving either.

Comments

[recrypt]

[ If he wants to bring her to the ground she's going to try to preempt him and fall on her terms- that is, splaying her weight across him such that hopefully, it'll serve to help restrain him for long enough to get what needs to be done done. The movement's a little complicated by the syringe on her leg, but, well, it's not like putting it in her jacket or hanging it around her neck would have been any better.

It's a good thing she's not quite as light as she looks? ]

[counterclocked]

[For as frantic and frenzied as his movements are, she still outweighs him by a great amount. He scratches and snaps his teeth and kicks and pushes at her, but it more than likely won't manage to get her to budge.

It doesn't stop him from trying, though, furious as he is. One of his hands moves up to tighten in her hair so he can pull her closer with a snarl, his teeth moving towards her shoulder as he does. At the same time, his free hand starts to reach out to where the syringe is strapped to her leg.]

[recrypt]

[ She hisses when he does that, using one hand to try to force his upper body back down onto the ground as she rears back despite the hand in her hair. He may be pulling some clumps out- who knows.

His other hand gets dangerously close to the syringe before she twists, bringing that same knee up to the middle of his back to try to keep him pinned as she retrieves the syringe. ]

Hold still. It's for your own good, after all. ♪

[ Unless he bucks her off, she's going to stab it into the most convenient exposed flesh. Hopefully they're not too picky about where it's actually injected. ]

[cluedin]

[As 45 injects Hunter with the mysterious blue liquid, his body grows rigid as he collapses to the ground. He trembles, shaking and writhing for a brief moment before growing still. Several moments pass...and then the color comes back to his face and his eyes open.

Together, Hunter and 45 will find themselves rising to their feet, being forced back toward the mansion. As they step through the threshold the door will softly close behind them. All will be gathered in the front hall once more.

Every last inch of the mansion has been cleaned from the weekend and all traces of evidence has been erased. In addition, the effects you've experienced all week have disappeared. It seems as though the trials and tribulations of this weekend have come to a close.

In addition, should you try to ring the pink, purple, or orange bells...you will finally receive an answer.]