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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[axecessory]

[ her first expression is tragic—her hands squeeze together into fists before releasing, schooling her expression into something only slightly less miserable.

as though the people they lost already weren't bad enough. this is awful for so... so many reasons. ]

...I don't know if I can watch this. [ is that unfair? isn't all of this already unfair? ]

[antaressnipe]

... I do not think you need to.

[Voice quiet from where he sits, expression grave and tired ]

Her memory isn't being dishonored if you would rather not watch. Remembering what she's done for us is enough.

[axecessory]

[ zuko's tying knots now as jeanne insists on being burned, and there'll really be no missing that, even if she averts her eyes. still, she sighs and shuts them for a moment.

a little cuckoo bird that's a stand-in for her soul hops onto chiron's shoulder in thanks, settling there. ]

Is it? [ is that enough? ] She's done way too much. I don't get—why put herself up for this?

[antaressnipe]

... Out of duty. Out of love.

[Spoken with a quiet fondness even though his voice is... tired. Fatigued from watching his comrade stubbornly grasp at her final moments. He smiles at the bird on his shoulder.]

Jeanne does not falter when her path is set. It was true on our world; it will be true here, too.

[axecessory]

[ love, huh? that suits jeanne, who speaks kindly of meeting them even if they'd unanimously picked her to die. ]

...If it meant she'd get to stay with us, I'd rather she falter.

[ she'd rather that jeanne be alive than noble, but from the sadness in her voice, she knows that's not happening. ]

[antaressnipe]

She wouldn't.

[And Chiron suspects Jeanne would not call it nobility -- she is no saint, after all, just a woman with deeply held convictions that will not bend for anyone.

But he understands what Hilda means and sighs quietly]

... As her friend and comrade, I treasure that about her, even if it means we are always waiting to say goodbye to one another.