WEEK THREE - Retirement

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (3)

sunday EXECUTION (34) survivors As voting comes to an end, a song filters in played so loud that it becomes distored and fragmented. If a participant checks their datapad, they will see the the victim and suspect chosen by majority's pictures displayed. If they attempt to scroll, they will see a list of characters and their votes in alphabetical order.

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[al2955]

[ After Lavi is doing saying his 'goodbyes', he collapses sporadically. His body hits the floor, expressionless and deanimated like a rag doll.

Seconds later, a holographic screen is cast over the table. Lavi appears in a completely black area, empty and devoid. He looks around in confusion - and then sucks in a sharp breath as he’s suddenly surrounded by dozens and dozens of people. 48 to be precise, all clearly copies of Lavi himself at various ages ranging from infancy to teenage to adulthood. Their faces show no emotion save for their eyes, which glare at Lavi with dark disapproval.

Suddenly, all of them lunge for Lavi at once. There’s no weapons brought out in play, no finesse in their attack; it’s clear their only tactic is to overpower him with sheer numbers. Lavi, on the other hand, immediately summons his hammer. He crushes the skull of one of his clone easily enough - then shouts in alarm and pain as the clothes and skin on his arm suddenly starts flaking off. Instead of revealing muscle or flesh though, something white and smooth like plastic shines through. Lavi stares in shock at it for a moment - but he doesn’t have any more time to gawp as more clones attack.

He shoots fire at them and they fall, but with each one down, more and more of his skin begins to disintegrate. Ten down, and his arms are nothing but smooth plastic. Twenty, and most of the skin and clothing has been stripped from his legs as well. His expression also changes; while it’d been twisted with shock and pain and anger at first, the more clones he kills, the more emotions drain out of his face. By the time forty falls, most of Lavi’s body from the neck down resembles nothing so much more than a store mannequin - and yet it’s his face that looks the most lifeless of all.

The 48th and final clone finally falls beneath his hammer. Lavi stands still and silent, barely even panting with exertion, and for a moment it seems like this is all that will happen. But then abruptly, a light begins to shine in this pitch-dark world. Allen Walker, translucent like a phantom and yet still the brightest thing in the area, fades into view. He runs towards Lavi, mouthing something frantically; the audience watching this won’t be able to hear his words, but it’s clear from his expression that he’s pleading for Lavi to come to his senses. Lavi turns - appears to hesitate for a moment -

and then his hammer slams into Allen’s skull one final time. In his last throes, Allen still reaches out towards Lavi desperately, his hand landing on Lavi’s face. It should be a futile gesture, and yet -

Lavi’s face, eyes and mouth and skin and all, slides from his head in Allen’s grasp as easily and effortlessly as a paper mask, leaving nothing but completely blank white plastic behind. As Allen falls, so too does the doll that had once been Lavi crumble and fade from existence.]

[thanatosincarnate]

{ He watches the whole entire time, because even though the circumstances were complicated, it would still be wrong to not sit through it all. Then again, it doesn't seem like people had much choice in that.

Do they ever have much choice in anything they're doing here?

His expression is cold as usual, with his eyes appearing to have a hard gaze to them, but there is a little bit of sadness to them as well. Instead of leaving when it's over, he seems to just linger somewhat in his spot, gazing ahead before he closes his eyes for a moment.

After he's taken his moment, he'll probably leave. }

[tevinteriscoming]

[Okay, great. Well, that was fucked up and sad. As soon as it ends, Dorian will just be gathering the expensive bottles of wine he's been ordering all trial and smuggling them out under his robes.

Sorry, Liz.]

[bloodbiter]

[that is so entirely noticeable dorian please]

What are you doing?

[tevinteriscoming]

[Oh, Adelina. Not you too. His desire to have impressionable young people like him has to stop getting in the way of his drinking like this. He's not going to abandon his dignity by pretending he's not smuggling wine, though.]

Stocking up. It will be at least a week before there's any decent wine to be had, and I expect to need a drink long before then.

[bloodbiter]

[she's more concerned about him hiding them under his robes, honestly. you're a grown man, dorian.......]

Is it because of Elizabeth? As long as you act responsibly with it, I doubt she would take much offense. Wasn't she only gathering the more potent varieties that were left in public?

[tevinteriscoming]

[Ouch. Listen. Listen. It's possible he has something approaching a problem, but is a murder ship really the time to try out sobriety? He's just going to lie.]

Nothing like that. I only don't want half the ship knocking on my door, expecting me to share. One must be discerning with one's guests.

[bloodbiter]

Would I qualify as a guest if I were to help you carry it instead of you needing to hide it underneath your clothing?

[she doesn't even want any of his wine, she's just Concerned about him now, okay]

[tevinteriscoming]

[Laughing. Please don't be concerned he has a lot of experience being a sad drunk. Besides, it's not under his clothes, just under his cape.]

You are welcome to be my guest any time, whether or not you were to carry it. I think I can manage transporting my own wines.

[unasking]

[This, more than any other trial, has taken a toll on Frankenstein.

He watches the execution, though anyone who observes can watch his expression grow colder and colder, more uncomfortably pinched as it goes on. When Allen appears, a flash of genuine pain crosses his expression - though it may just be a trick of the light as it's gone so very quickly.

Unlike others, he does not rise immediately. Rather, he beckons over a robot to bring him a single glass of wine.

And instead of his usual tea, that is what he drinks.]

[chiseler]

[...this is even worse to watch. He doesn't say anything as he silently watches the whole thing play out and he's visibly more uncomfortable right up until Allen shows up. Considering he was shoving teenagers in vents and lighting his clothes on fire this weekend, this is the thing that makes him flinch and he's busy staring at the tabletop by the time it's over.

It's over. After a moment, he's beckoning a robot to bring him a bottle of wine and rising from his seat. He's moving this pity party somewhere else.]

[missmaladroite]

[This is really hard for Marinette to watch. But yet, she can't turn her eyes away. Her reaction this week is much more muted compared to her previous public freakouts, but she can't help but look horrified again.]

This is so cruel....