trial #4 - execution

[judgejudy]

DAY 8 (evening) Complex Population: 19 At 7PM, a tone rings out, but it's not Judy's voice that filters out over the intercom. "TALLYING VOTES. . ." The voice is mechanical and robotic, and a pause lingers in the air. It seems that the voting system is run by some kind of AI. "CONSENSUS REACHED. MAJORITY VOTE. RHYS, EMPLOYEE ID VTSCI62270894. STATUS: GUILTY. RHYS, PROCEED TO THE JUDGEMENT THEATER. CHARGING..." There's the sound of clicking, and Rhys will receive a very sharp shock to their ankle monitor. If they don't step into the judgement room, the shock will increase in strength every ten seconds until they're unconscious. Regardless, the voice continues to drone on. "DESIGNATING EXECUTIONER. . . AL—" The protocol starts, but cuts off abruptly. Instead, Judy's voice speaks up. "Consider this an official notification for the entire population. If you feel a noose tightening around your neck, I am at least accommodating. If there is someone in particular you want to take your life, I can override the selection protocol for that purpose. Perhaps next time, Alice, since Rhys has requested Jack. Please proceed to the judgement theater." No one else will be able to step into the judgement theater after them without receiving a nasty shock before they can step too close, and once they're both inside, the door closes behind both of them. There's a clicking sound from the walls, and the panels on the right side of the room are pulled up to reveal a thick glass that allows you to look into the Judgement Theater. It seems justice is meant to come from the the hands of the jury. — ic rulebook character statuses character profiles votes

Comments

[jackhole]

[ oh my god, this is too much. as in, rhys is looking wide eyed at the cuts she gives him as she skins open his arm and is looking a little pale. he sways a little, like he might pass out, but then looks up at her request for his other arm.

that just makes him laugh. ]

Sorry, it's -- it's not going to work.

[ he just holds up his right arm then and it's just a silver, metal robot arm. no flesh to skin, alice. ]

[selfsufficiency]

[Oh, right. Whoops.

Alice looks momentarily disappointed at that, but then she brightens up.]

I guess I'll just have to go for your face instead. ♡

[She reaches up to cup his left cheek to hold his head in place, then brings the scalpel down just under his eye to dig into the skin. This is also going to hurt - she draws a slow line down his face, peeling back the skin, before she yanks the scalpel out -

And then brings her hand down, aiming the scalpel for the crook of his neck, where his neck meets the shoulder.]

[jackhole]

[ there's a moment where he has to reach up to grab her with a sheepish grin, not to stop but to, uh. redirect. from his left eye to his right eye. ]

Sorry, that one -- that one's cybernetic. I'm not gonna really feel as much unless you do the other one.

[ he's HELPING. but then she does and there's a squirming here and a whimper because holy fuck that hurts so much.

and then she angles for his throat and he braces himself. come on, sweet death. give it to him. ]

[judgejudy]

[ Alice's swing will most likely miss, though it's likely to still stab Rhys. It just won't be fatal. After all, a familiar drowsiness will begin to overtake her... ]