WEEK FIVE: REMOVAL

[retellers]

WEEK FIVE: REMOVAL (25 remain) Time to wake up, participants of the Realm. At 8am, everyone will receive a message on their PHS. Go to where the freaky puppet hell theater used to be across the bridge. 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, Tiger, Goat, and Swan, are already present, Jeanne with them. Goat speaks. "... We are the choices we make. May yours bring you closer to the future you wished to see." Once they finish speaking, an alert goes off from a PHS in the crowd—specifically, Zuko's. No explicit message this time, though! Presumably, everyone gets the idea by now and now no one has to deal with glitched text. 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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[robopriest]

[Hansa is keeping his mouth clamped for the time being, because he does not want to ruin the mood of this by any means, Jeanne doesn't deserve that, but when he sees the pyre...]

[He curses under his breath, and then murmurs a haiku to himself with some annoyance, though he's keeping it so quiet so no one can hear. He hates this, actually.]

[arkitect]

[this is all terrible, thanks.

just like with chiron, he says nothing, though this time it's also so that hansa doesn't feel like he has to respond-- he just gets a look, a nod. he knows this one is going to be difficult to watch.

emet-selch doesn't reach out, but he stays nearby. i am just assuming they're all close anyway.]

[robopriest]

[He notices the nod, and after a long moment, he lets out a sigh, nodding in turn.]

[This is horrible for Jeanne, but its horrible for Zuko, too. He knows that. This is a slap in the face for the both of them.

[chanteuser]

[ she doesn't say anything she just slips her hand into his and squeezes it. she's still watching beyond the barrier. ]

[robopriest]

[And the fire goes.]

[Hansa's head hangs heavy, and he squeezes Alex's hand in return. Poor Jeanne. Poor Zuko.]

None of this, deserved.]

[chanteuser]

[ she just leans into him, head on his shoulder when the fire is lit. none of this is fair, more so than she realises. ]