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BATTLE ROYALE EVENT: ISLAND
[Friday's cheerful voice comes over the morning announcements, requesting that everyone who signed up for the shore excursion gather in the atrium to board the tender. when they have assembled, she leads them over,
the door shuts. there is a noise, like air coming from a nozzle. they lose consciousness shortly after that.
they wake up on a cement floor; solid, with none of the sway they'd grown used to with weeks on the sea. there are quite a few things they could notice first. perhaps the fact that, whatever they were wearing before they got into the tender, they are now wearing school uniforms. perhaps they notice the collars around their neck first: metal, tight enough to be a nuisance but not enough to choke. they could notice that there are no windows, but that there is a door, sealed though it is.
and maybe they notice the TV set up in the front of the room, playing despite not seeming to be plugged into anything. but, they'll definitely notice the very familiar face on screen, even though she's not dressed as she usually is.]
Welcome, Serena Eterna passengers, to your first shore excursion! I'm Gal Friday, your friendly cruise director, and I'm here to explain the rules!
[her voice and manner are, somehow, even more artificial-sounding than they usually are.]
You are currently on a completely deserted tropical island, with no fresh water or sources of nutrition outside of what we're going to give you! Over the course of the next few days, you are all going to engage in a no-holds-barred battle to the death! Only one of you can come back to the ship alive, so do your best to make sure you're that person! I'll be there to pick up the winner in the morning!
Now, I'm sure some of you are going to be very upset that you'll have to kill people - but, that's okay! After all, we need people to die, too, right? That can be you! Of course, if all of you decide to not kill anybody, that's a bit of a problem... [her shoulders droop dramatically, but then she brightens up again.] That's what the collars are for! If nobody takes a life by midnight on the first day, the collars will activate, like...
[there is a noise like an airgun being fired. Friday's body jerks, but then returns to normal.]
That! The collar will also activate if you attempt to take it off, or if you attempt to leave the island! Not that you can, anyway; the barrier is very much still active!
You have all the weapons and powers you brought with you, and a special bonus: Along with some basic survival gear, and enough food and water rations for three days, you will also get a random weapon! It could be something very good, or very bad! It's just a matter of luck!
[Friday lifts a duffel bag up to the camera, visibly struggling to hoist it onto a nearby table. she unzips the bag, pulling out an AK-47.]
Oh, I guess I got lucky! I'm sure you guys will be, too! Now, be sure to do your best, but be mindful of the time! We only have three days until we leave port; if you guys haven't finished by then, the collars of everyone remaining will--
[a violent spasm sends her collapsing to the floor. she pulls herself up once more, but can't seem to vocalize anything beyond choking noises. eventually, she falls again, and the tape continues to run with little more than agonized yelps and desperate attempts to breathe. it will continue to play for another two hours before going silent, but they're not likely to stay for that. shortly after she falls, the door opens.
it is early morning on an unnaturally quiet tropical beach. when everyone exits what appears to be a sort of bunker, the door slams shut again. on the white sands before them are a series of duffel bags, branded with the Serena Eterna's logo and embroidered with everyone's name.
Welcome to Battle Royale.
I'd run.]
the door shuts. there is a noise, like air coming from a nozzle. they lose consciousness shortly after that.
they wake up on a cement floor; solid, with none of the sway they'd grown used to with weeks on the sea. there are quite a few things they could notice first. perhaps the fact that, whatever they were wearing before they got into the tender, they are now wearing school uniforms. perhaps they notice the collars around their neck first: metal, tight enough to be a nuisance but not enough to choke. they could notice that there are no windows, but that there is a door, sealed though it is.
and maybe they notice the TV set up in the front of the room, playing despite not seeming to be plugged into anything. but, they'll definitely notice the very familiar face on screen, even though she's not dressed as she usually is.]
Welcome, Serena Eterna passengers, to your first shore excursion! I'm Gal Friday, your friendly cruise director, and I'm here to explain the rules!
[her voice and manner are, somehow, even more artificial-sounding than they usually are.]
You are currently on a completely deserted tropical island, with no fresh water or sources of nutrition outside of what we're going to give you! Over the course of the next few days, you are all going to engage in a no-holds-barred battle to the death! Only one of you can come back to the ship alive, so do your best to make sure you're that person! I'll be there to pick up the winner in the morning!
Now, I'm sure some of you are going to be very upset that you'll have to kill people - but, that's okay! After all, we need people to die, too, right? That can be you! Of course, if all of you decide to not kill anybody, that's a bit of a problem... [her shoulders droop dramatically, but then she brightens up again.] That's what the collars are for! If nobody takes a life by midnight on the first day, the collars will activate, like...
[there is a noise like an airgun being fired. Friday's body jerks, but then returns to normal.]
That! The collar will also activate if you attempt to take it off, or if you attempt to leave the island! Not that you can, anyway; the barrier is very much still active!
You have all the weapons and powers you brought with you, and a special bonus: Along with some basic survival gear, and enough food and water rations for three days, you will also get a random weapon! It could be something very good, or very bad! It's just a matter of luck!
[Friday lifts a duffel bag up to the camera, visibly struggling to hoist it onto a nearby table. she unzips the bag, pulling out an AK-47.]
Oh, I guess I got lucky! I'm sure you guys will be, too! Now, be sure to do your best, but be mindful of the time! We only have three days until we leave port; if you guys haven't finished by then, the collars of everyone remaining will--
[a violent spasm sends her collapsing to the floor. she pulls herself up once more, but can't seem to vocalize anything beyond choking noises. eventually, she falls again, and the tape continues to run with little more than agonized yelps and desperate attempts to breathe. it will continue to play for another two hours before going silent, but they're not likely to stay for that. shortly after she falls, the door opens.
it is early morning on an unnaturally quiet tropical beach. when everyone exits what appears to be a sort of bunker, the door slams shut again. on the white sands before them are a series of duffel bags, branded with the Serena Eterna's logo and embroidered with everyone's name.
Welcome to Battle Royale.
I'd run.]
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(jinx is sound extremely chipper coming out of the bushes with her hands both up to show she comes in peace. for now.)
Well, whaddya know? Didn't know you'd be out here too, Doc. ... Guess I overlooked ya when I left at the start.
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Oh? Ya mean everyone runnin' around in a panic with shots flyin' in every direction and hopin' they don't drop dead face first? Sounds like home sweet home to me!!
(jinx hops on top of a nearby boulder and spreads her arms out -- treating this oh so playfully.)
Kiiinnda blows that it's you guys I gotta shoot down, though. Prefer the Topsiders or the Enforcers. But hey! Beggers can't be choosers, I guess?
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(she stops teeter-tottering and then blinks over to him curiously.)
Hm? What's wrong with that?
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Is this what the kids these days are into? Goodness.
"But then, doctors are discouraged from taking lives, even when in the line of fire. I suppose I have some conflicting training."
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Sheesh, sounds like you're really in a bind, then. If doctors can't take lives and all that.
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I can help ya out with that. Want me to shoot for you? I mean, you and César did help me with my problem. You scratched my back, I'll scratch yours. Whaddya say?
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Watson inhales, slowly. "I never said that I can't take a life. I never even said that I haven't. I don't want do, but I can and I have. If it's all the same, I think I'll turn down your offer, Miss Jinx."
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Sheesh! — What's with everyone being a party pooper here? Are we seriously gonna just wait around 'till the collars go KABOOM and we all die?
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He pauses, then adds, "I'll put a bullet in my own head, first, if it comes to that."
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I'm SO with you on that...!
(jinx then gestures to her pistol, the bombs strap on her waist and then her machine gun on her back.)
See these? I made 'em myself. I make weapons and stuff for a livin'. Actually, I did more than just that back home but that's neither here or there!
(she holds up her index finger.)
The point is the perfect death for me is by my own creations. I would soooo rather be killed by my lil' bundle of joys than havin' someone else do it.
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"We may both be faced with that question, before this drama has played itself out," he says, grimly. "I suppose I hope that if it comes down to it, you're able to choose yourself a death that satisfies you."
That is a weird thing to hope.
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(she rocks back and forth on her kneels with her hands behind her back.)
Don't worry, you're on my good list so you're spared.