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night seven - kill log
Who: Killers and Veronica Santangelo
When: The seventh night
Where: The operating theatre
[ No matter what you may have been doing, the deep sleep of the enforced curfew will eventually overtake you at 2AM. It's not clear just how much time has passed, but when you wake, you're certainly not in your room. You're in a room that you've never seen from the other side, and the drowsiness of whatever keeps you asleep is still making you sluggish as it fades away. The only thing familiar here is that about half a landing up, you'll see an overhead door that might be familiar.
However, this might not be as important as how Judy's voice suddenly speaks up. ]
All of the arrangements have been made, and databanks are recording. You may begin, science team. You'll find your requested tool next to the subject.
[ A tool? If you look around for what that might mean, it might be obvious.
On a surgical tray right next to you, you'll see a battle axe. ]
When: The seventh night
Where: The operating theatre
[ No matter what you may have been doing, the deep sleep of the enforced curfew will eventually overtake you at 2AM. It's not clear just how much time has passed, but when you wake, you're certainly not in your room. You're in a room that you've never seen from the other side, and the drowsiness of whatever keeps you asleep is still making you sluggish as it fades away. The only thing familiar here is that about half a landing up, you'll see an overhead door that might be familiar.
However, this might not be as important as how Judy's voice suddenly speaks up. ]
All of the arrangements have been made, and databanks are recording. You may begin, science team. You'll find your requested tool next to the subject.
[ A tool? If you look around for what that might mean, it might be obvious.
On a surgical tray right next to you, you'll see a battle axe. ]
no subject
The shifting and twists will manage to get the pressure off Ava's throat, as she can't form a real grip in her state, but Veronica pushes her legs tight around Ava's form in a refusal to be completely knocked off.]
Coward. [She pants heavily, trying to get her hands back on Ava's throat. Only in vain, as she can barely even see the girl in front of her now.] Give up.
no subject
I do not need to give up. You are dying.
no subject
The burst of anger makes Veronica see red and she lunges again for Ava's throat, this time her hands landing and going around her throat. But...nothing happens after that. The last burst of energy comes and goes, and Veronica collapses on top of Ava, hands still around her throat but with no pressure or strangle. Her body still moves slowly, life still there, but she is no longer responsive.]
no subject
She raises the axe and swings it down on her corpse, again and again. She was instructed to make this messy, and she means to. By the time she's finished, Veronica's corpse is in pieces, but still recognizable. Ava drops the axe down, wiping a bead of sweat off her face and leaving a smear of blood in it's place.
She gingerly touches her throat. The skin is red where Veronica pressed down her hands, and she'll have to hope the bruise won't appear until the trial is finished.]