THE FIRST EXECUTION

[disregartist]

THE FIRST EXECUTION


[Given what has happened, there's hardly any deliberation, or suspense, once the clock chimes again.

One by one, the profiles on the suspect list disappear, until only one is left.]


A unanimous vote, no less.

[The Conductor stands, slipping the pardon from her vest. Without a second's hesitation, she rips it up as she crosses the garden to the center of the podiums. The paper falls to the floor in tatters.]

I shall give you a few moments to say your goodbyes to the Rose; I would suggest not interfering with the execution. In fact, I very strongly suggest against it. Getting caught in the magnetosphere we will be creating will...not end well for anyone who tries, I promise.

Oh, and-you might want to consider putting your sunglasses on. Soon. Very soon.

Comments

[telecosmetic]

I wish we could have talked more...you seem to have a lot of interesting stories.

[And if Beato allows it, Eliza will approach for a hug?]

1/2

[awitchdidit]

Ahaha...maybe one of my manuscripts will turn up. Who knows.

2/2

[awitchdidit]

[Er.]

Er.

Listen, I'm trying to be affable about all this, but I'm not really a hugger. Was an incorporeal existence most of the time before I got here, you know how it is.

[telecosmetic]

Oh...okay.I understand.

[She'll drop her arms.]