WEEK SIX: EXECUTION

[hellscapes]

Hello, deadlings.

We gather here today for the most somber occasion. The weekend "fun" isn't over just yet.

On Sunday morning, you'll soon hear a sound coming from the dock. There's a large ferry waiting for you, and even if you resist you'll eventually find yourself compelled to climb aboard and set off on a short voyage. The islands around you look fairly blurry, but you don't go very far before you stop at a slab of land with two large buildings stationed. You won't be able to look at the one on the right now, the one you've come to know as the trial bar. Instead, your feet navigate you to the building on the left as the door creaks open. On your way in, you notice some posters hung beside the door, advertising today's event.

Inside is a bar. It's pretty swanky in comparison to the others you've seen, tables and chairs arranged comfortably for everyone to have a seat and spread out however they'd like. The bar is fully stocked with all kinds of alcohol along with an arrangement of bar food for anyone who's feeling a bit peckish. At the head of the room, there appears to be a stage washed in red lights with a wide area for performances.

At a table in the corner all six demons are gathered around. All of them appear to have left behind their work uniforms and are clustered together in a dark corner, watching the stage with various ranges of interest.

As you find your seats and get yourself something to drink, darkness begins to fill the bar and a banner unfurls over the stage.

TODAY'S PERFORMER:
FILBO
10AM
Enjoy the show

No matter where you look, you will find that Filbo is not amongst you. But there isn't time to look further before the lights dim and the curtains draw.

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[voidshift]

[With Filbo's shadow restrained-- he closes his eyes, at the sound of those voices blending with the soft whispers of the void. It all plays out as the shadows slough off of Filbo, as he tries not to think this should have been faster. Should have done more.]

You still have time.

[It's all he can think to say, in response to all of that. He'll go elsewhere, and he'll still have the time to figure this out for himself, if he decides to.

The figure of Filbo's shadow forms before him, and he lifts a hand, the shadow roiling and writhing around him, tendrils forming and dissipating and forming again somewhere else. Curls his fingers, and they tense, ready, the whispering quieter for a moment.

He flicks his wrist, and they shoot through.]

[failbo]

[Filbo doesn't get to hear him. Wehn the tendrils pierce his shadow, Filbo goes immobile. Nothing opens up on him, but it does feel like something burst. From the shadow, a tiny googly eye fall, identical to those of the shadowy Bugsnax that had fallen from him earlier, and when it cracks, signaling the end of his life, there's just one last thing. The sound of water, coupled with muted unknown voices that hint nothing good is happening. Good thing this is just sound with no visuals:

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'What would someone who isn't me do?
I think I know.
If I can do something to solve everything went wrong, I should take it.
It doesn't matter what happens to me.
Everything that went wrong around me was my fault.
Someone who isn't me would take responsibility for their failures.
But...
...killing someone for just a chance? I can't do that.'

The noise of the water intensifies. The pleading of everyone he knew who had died are gone.

'...should I...?
Anyone who isn't me would do it.
If it's for a small chance everyone I tried to save will live.
If it's for a small chance I can make up for not having been enough.
If it's...for them then it's worth it, right?
Right?
Anyone who isn't me would take the chance to go back to life.
Anyone who isn't me would do anything to help save others.
Nobody else seems to have even a doubt about any of that.
So I should too.
I'm not needed but everyone I should save are needed, so...'

His willpower is far from solid, but the idea is there. As hesitant as he felt, in the end he would do it...he had to do it.

It was almost curfew time.

'Yeah, no, I see why I'm in hell.'
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Filbo Fiddlepie is dead.

[hellscapes]

[ as the final blow is delivered, everything seems to fall silent. the shadows wait, poised and looming on stage, and soon all around is the sound of applause. despite the fact that no one is visibly clapping, the sound echoes off the walls of the bar as the shadows take a bow.

the applause tapers off and the shadows stand upright, fluid movements enhanced under the lights. filbo's shadow scoops up his body, and without another word steps back into the darkness to take him away.

rynlan's shadow, meanwhile, begins to shrink little by little, returning to its original size and settling behind him once more. it looks like it's back to normal…but who's to say?

the lights are raised in the bar and the door swings open. the table of demons seem to be watching before they all begin to move once more. all six of them seem to gather themselves, taking their leave without another word. this is your time now.

as last week, the last ferry of the day leaves at 5pm. everyone is free to linger around the island for the rest of the afternoon if they'd like. there's alcohol and food available all day, and while the trial bar isn't open the island has space for anyone who wants to find a quiet place to relax a little. you've all lived to see another day…enjoy it, for now. ]