WEEK THREE: REMOVAL

[retellers]

WEEK THREE: REMOVAL (32 remain) Time to wake up, participants of the Realm. At 8am, everyone will receive a message on their PHS. go to the savanna at 9. yes we checked for scalpels and/or other stabby items. Even if the participants ignore the message (or are sleeping in, shame on them), as 9am approaches they will fall victim to a compulsion to head to the specified location. Three Leaders, Swan, Goat, and Tiger, are already present, Emet-Selch with them. Goat speaks. "... It is time. May peace come quickly." Once they finish speaking, an alert goes off from a PHS in the crowd—specifically, Hansa's. Their PHS displays a simple message. You have ̶been select͘ed͞. Regardless of their will, they will feel compelled to walk towards the scene. No other participant will be able to interfere; should they try, a barrier blocks their way.

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[axecessory]

[ she elbows him lightly. ]

Oh, stop. It's bad enough without your commentary.

[cuedoves]

What, am I supposed to just stand here in silence the whole time?

[ yes, stoic and manly silence. ]

[axecessory]

Well, he is talking enough for all of us.

[ she gestures towards emet-selch. not that she disagrees, actually—and let the guy get his gripes out—but just saying. ]

[cuedoves]

.... Yeah, he really is.

[ he's not trying to talk shit but wow that monologue ]

[axecessory]

[ all joking aside, things are getting... bad? hansa, what are you doing. she speaks softly, suddenly tense—there's no way either of them are going to hear her anyway. ]

You idiots—if you both go, who's going to remember him...?

[heartablaze]

[JUST NODDING AT THAT FROM HERE

HER THOUGHTS EXACTLY there's just enough people getting upset and she has emotional support dad]

[cuedoves]

[ zuko actually abandons his whole angery tough guy routine here, shifting closer and bumping his shoulder lightly against hers. ]

Hey.

[ wow he's useless ]

[axecessory]

[ she blinks out of whatever frustrated focus she's got long enough to sway where she is, bumping against him right back. her expression remains troubled though, quiet.

—goddess, she hates watching these things. ]

[cuedoves]

[ he doesn't say anything else (he's too busy watching these old gasbags be sad and gay), but he moves close enough that she could lean on him, if she wanted to. ]