WEEK 7 - Execution

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (7)

sunday EXECUTION (24) 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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RESULTS

[al2955]

[ After the song ends, an announcement plays.

Shelley Winters: 21
Emily Lowe: 0
Adrien Agreste: 1
Judar: 2
Roxy Lalonde: 0 ]

Your votes have been tallied. Congratulations! You discovered the true culprit, Shelley Winters. Time will be allotted for the culprit to be spoken to.

Re: RESULTS

[tacklefordwhimsy]

[By the time the results are announced, Shelley isn't crying anymore. SHe has resigned.

Instead, she stands up and just goes towards the AI with a surprising amount of fortitude]

...I think by now there's nothing left to say. Just...survive and really fight...whatever you get offered.

Let's get done with it, Alice. I have to pay for what I did.

[thanatosincarnate]

... One moment.

[tacklefordwhimsy]

...

[It takes her a moment to gather enough resolve to actually look at Arumat]

...yes?

[toprotecttheworld]

You...you were supposed to catch a dragon, Shelley! You spent all week with me in the medbay, and now what?! When...when did you decide to do this?!

[tacklefordwhimsy]

Thursday, after I escorted you to your room.

[In other words, three hours before the murder]

[breakshot]

Shelley...

[ damn it, murder is murder but he still feels bad for this. ]

Are you sure about this?

[tacklefordwhimsy]

I'm sure. It's only fair, isn't it? I'm also expecting Fumi to have...a few words of her own...once I arrive to wherever she is...

[antietam]

... Bye, Shelley. Maybe you can send some letters to let us know how you are.

[tacklefordwhimsy]

...the least I should do is at least try to inform you all of what's going on the other side, I think.

[You're bound to receive some]

With some luck they won't be too hard to read.

[bloodbiter]

...I'm sorry about your sister.

[a breath]

And I will miss you.

[missmaladroite]

You threw away everything for a fake phone call! It was never going to work! You lied!

[yeah guess who still mad]

[todorable]

Hey, Shelley. I don't know your sister. But as a younger sibling, if one of my brothers killed for me? ...I'd be flattered, if nothing else.

[chiseler]

Hey. [He still has her phone (and if possible he might keep it just to fiddle around with it) but that's not why he's approaching her now. It's with something else in mind.]

...saw the letters in your room. You still want those delivered? [He...looks oddly serious about that, too, despite everything.]

[monsieurchatastrophe]

... Erin Winters. I won't forget.

[and, because he has to say something else:]

I was-- I was really glad we were friends.

[muties]

Man, this sucks. But... I'm sorry. [ u killed a girl but ] And I hope your sister will be ok. Be good in death, I guess?

[bloodteller]

[ yuno doesn't... usually say anything during these moments. but something makes her feel compelled to speak up, still. ]

Just so you know, the person in the pink rabbit costume. [ ... it was her. it's unsaid, but implied. ]

[baptizer]

I'm sorry, Shelley. I hope you're reunited with her, you know.

[ She truly means it. ]

[tevinteriscoming]

Shelley...

[He looks conflicted for a second about what to say, but he seems to decide on saying it. Shelley was a sweet person, at least, and he'd said they'd be friends.]

It isn't your fault. I doubt there's a person here who could say for certain they'd be able to resist when they try to target us directly. I'm only sorry it was you this time.

[antagonize]

Not gonna say what you did was justified. That would be a goddamn lie.

[But... killing for someone who's family is kind of...

He pauses.]

I'm sure one of the bleeding hearts here will try to find your sister. They might even succeed. That would be one hell of an achievement, wouldn't it?

[Pun intended? Or not. But this is as nice as he's going to be. Fuck this place.]

[socloverit]

You should've been able to talk to your sister again.

[There are tears in Clover's eyes and they aren't entirely for Shelley, aren't entirely for herself.]

And...you weren't wrong. You weren't wrong to want to do this. She's your sister, so of course...




[BUT AGAIN THERE ARE BETTER PEOPLE WITH BETTER MORAL CODES/SUBTLETY ABOUT HOW ACCEPTABLE THEY THINK MURDER IS WE COULD BE LISTENING TO]

[allout]

[ it's strange - she's at a crossroads. she cares enough about shelley to not have voted for her, but killing someone... it's not something that she can forgive so easily.

it's why she'll address her, but has trouble looking her in the eye. ]

...Bye. [ a pause. ] Good luck, I guess.

EXECUTION

[al2955]

[ Shelley's goodbyes are said, and then, at once, she collapses to the floor. Her face does not bear a hint of emotion, and her body is limp, unmoving.

It takes a moment, but the holographic screen flicks on. This time, the screen shows a logo, and it looks quite dated, as if ripped right from the 70's. However, it's also difficult to read: the letters are strange. The corner of the screen reads "A BOB CROWLEY PRODUCTION".

The view pans over a mansion littered with overgrown weeds. An orange glow eminates from within the largest window on the highest point, wavering to and fro; a fire must be crackling. The tall, gothic gates creak open and a bat spreads it's wings, and then proceeds to leap off the gate, flying away.

Shelley enters the screen from the bottom right corner, stepping forward with a determined gait. She regards the mansion with a curious gaze before making her decision to continue on. The scene changes with the sound of bats flapping their wings and screeching, cutting to the inside of the mansion.

As she steps deeper into the foyer, the view pans upward, showing that... the foyer is a stage, actually. Shelley steps up a spiral staircase and as she does, the artificial lighting reflects against several strings. They tug at Shelley's limbs, urging her onward. The audience, full of bizarre creatures, laugh as a distressed expression makes its way across her face. She jerks backwards as she comes to the top of the stairs, as if trying to get away, but the strings attached to her limbs pull. She continues on. The audience laughs louder, harder.

It's a hallway. A hallway full of doors and doors, and they're all shut. Shelley's strings are tugged forward. She has no choice but to march toward the first door.

Yakety Sax ensues as a chase scene begins.

Or it should be a chase scene, but there's a crucial part of that equation missing: someone chasing her. Shelley runs in a door and then another opens and she runs out of that door, into the next, from door to door to door. Nothing is chasing her. She fights against the strings, but the puppeteer's strings hold true. She's forced to repeat this as the audience laughter grows so loud that the speakers seem like they might go out and the screen begins to flicker. The camera pans to the audience -- they're thoroughly enjoying the show.

Shelley opens the final door, and fire bursts forward. She fights the strings and manages to cover her face. The camera curls round to the side of the door. A hand reaches around and snatches Shelley, pulling her forward, into the room. White noise plays as the door slams shut, and the lock turns. The audience continues the laugh.

Smoke billows out from under the door, and the feed cuts out. ]

[missmaladroite]

[she watches this with her fists clenched at her side and glassy eyes, then immediately storms off the second she's able to]

[someone's buttmad!!!]

[thanatosincarnate]

{ This is pretty disgusting to watch, but believe him, he keeps his eyes on the entirety of the so-called video showering in front of their very eyes. Looking away would be disgraceful to both parties who died-- Fumi and Shelley, after all. It feels surreal, however, because he remembered before this trial, the woman seemed so full of hope -- then that was all dashed when the motive came.

It doesn't change that she killed an innocent, and that he's still angry that she did. He never had any words of sympathy or pity for her -- he thought they were unnecessary and the true intent was to make oneself feel better than the ones truly victimized.

As the laughter ensues at one portion, he feels truly sick.

He'll rise to his feet as soon as its finished and leave swiftly. }