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mod journal for 62 ([personal profile] judgejudy) wrote in [community profile] 622016-11-06 10:38 am

trial #5 - execution





DAY 10 (evening)
Complex Population: 15



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. OVERSEER CIEL PHANTOMHIVE, EMPLOYEE ID VTMGMT62270567. STATUS: INNOCENT. CIEL, PROCEED TO THE JUDGEMENT THEATER. CHARGING..."

There's the sound of clicking, though it's not Ciel that receives the shock. Rhys, who had started to stir nearby, is the one to receive it. It seems there was a last ditch effort to try and save Ciel, at least for now... But at least as promised, when everyone leaves, you'll find (almost) every door in the Complex open.

"DESIGNATING EXECUTIONER. . . ALICE. ALICE, PROCEED TO THE JUDGEMENT THEATER. CHARGING..."

The second person will receive the same treatment. 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.



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liven: (CONTENT ► i'll be taking this.)

[personal profile] liven 2016-11-06 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Just a few scratches.

[ or...nail marks. but shijima huffs a sigh and goes about collecting her sharp pointy objects, since that's always a priority. she just...wipes the blood off on ava's clothes...

shijima that's disrespectful ]


Good job.
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[personal profile] selfdenying 2016-11-06 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm alright.

[He wipes at his eyes with his uninjured hand, suddenly looking very weary. He murdered another person, and if he has to be honest? He doesn't feel much of anything at all. He even feels pleased, like he accomplished something he was going to do, anyways.]

Let's get back to the apartment, shall we? [He says, letting out a little chuckle, like he didn't just cross the moral horizon a few seconds ago. He looks down at his wounded arm.]

I think I need to rest for a little bit. Either way, you two were excellent.