SECOND EXECUTION

[lesmodsalouette]

Execution

Like last week, you hear the gong, gong of the bells. Unlike last week, you don't get immediately tugged into the promenade of reflexion. There'll be a pull, an itch, but you can ignore it if you so desire. Mercy, perhaps, for all that happened yesterday.

If you do walk into the promenande, the scene is much the same as last week. The mirrors reflect a grassy field, though this time, one lone structure inhabits the field. A worn, cracked but still standing half oval amphitheater with a simple stone stage. Only one figure is reflected in the mirrors, the falsely accused alone with his wide brimmed hat standing directly in stage center.

(( OOC: Welcome to your Execution! The comment section is split into two parts. The actual execution subheader is solely for the executioner and culprit, while the audience subheader is for all your reaction needs as that thread unfolds! ))

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[arbalestrier]

Ah. I went there briefly, but she must not have been popular enough at the time.

[He seems confident in this completely unfounded assumption. But moving on...]

Have you stayed there for a while?

[simulacres]

[ she shakes her head. ]

Just a week. To Nevada.

[fourtuity]

[ flinching at the word nevada. why is nevada haunting her, truly this place is cursed. ]

[simulacres]

[ BIG FUCKING MOOD ]