Containment: An Original Roleplay: Scenes/Logs/Threads

Who: Cullen and Nyah
Where: Cullen's home
When: Close to 6:00pm

( Best laid plans sometimes are just a one night stand )

Who: Charlie and Hush
What: Dinner and betrothal talk
Where: Slums, then the diner in the Granite district
When: A little before five


( Could be worse. )

Who: Roman Prothero and various NPCs. Narrative or OPEN to anyone who might be at the hospital.
What: Touring the attack site and a news interview.
Where: Haven Hospital
When: Mid-morning.

( Some of us work for a living. )

Who: Juno and Ash (and assorted NPCs when needed)
Where: The slums
What: Fight night!
When: Night time

( Well the joint is jumpin', everybody's shoutin' for more )

Who: Natasha and Willian
Where: A coffee shop
When: Post-Execution, early afternoon

( caffeine and comfort )

Who: Teddy, Jane and Alex
What: Recovery and family time
When:Saturday, January 14th. Early afternoon, following the execution of Saito.
Where: Casa de Hawke-land.

( Screw you guys, we're going home. )

Who: Nika and Archer
When: Just after the execution of Alexander Saito
Where: The Military Base
Warnings: Should be low

( Ready, aim, fire! )

Who: Sebastian and Nisha
What: Avoiding the execution
Where: Nisha's room at The Dovetail Club
When: Saturday, January 14th, late morning
Warnings: Nudity, language and innuendo, but likely nothing worse than that. Still potentially NSFW.

( Breakfast and bed )

Who: William and Iliana
What: family time
When: Saturday, January 14, 2215 - 8:52 AM
Where: Iliana’s apartment
Warning: William and Iliana have severely screwed up childhoods that involve a lot of abuse (including sexual abuse). Consider this a trigger warning, because they are going to talk/argue about it. There’s also smut = NSFW!
Note: started in gdoc

( You’re going to allow me to dress you like my very own doll? )

Saturday, January 14^th, 2215

Weather: Yup, still snowing. By sunrise there are another three inches of accumulation, and it’s still snowing hard.

Events: The snow is slowing some of the tram schedules down, but it’s not as bad as it could be. The Council announces at 9 AM that more permanent arrangements about work at the hospital will be announced tomorrow morning. It’s worth noting that all military personnel receive orders to return to their regularly scheduled duty tomorrow, so the Council apparently has other plans for emergency services at the hospital.

Unfortunately, at this point it’s hard to hold on to any sort of hope that those among the missing are still alive. Anyone still trapped in the rubble would almost certainly have to be dead. No water for three days, injuries, and the extreme cold? It’d take a miracle for anyone still trapped to be alive, and in fact, in the past twenty-four hours no one living has been extracted from ground zero. The death toll has more than doubled since the last official count, now standing at 314. There are still upwards of 100 people missing or unaccounted for.

Which would, perhaps, make it not much of a surprise that the space cleared for Saito’s execution is packed, despite the bad weather. The execution is scheduled for 12 noon, but a line begins to form at the gates of the military grounds around ten AM. Spectators are allowed onto the grounds at 11, and things get crowded fast. Whether it’s out of a genuine desire to see justice or just morbid curiosity is anyone’s guess.

The space set aside has a long, narrow stage, separated by a fence and covered by an awning. At precisely 12:00, all seven members of the Council take the stage. Directly behind them is a small military escort, and Alexander Saito himself. Saito is handcuffed, but otherwise remarkably well put together. He is calm, composed, and well dressed in a suit and long jacket. He, along with his military escort, stand behind the Council, slightly off to the left side. He offers a little nod of greeting to someone in the crowd - probably his daughter. His appearance is rather unremarkable, perhaps anticlimactic to those who really wanted a good show. He never acts up or speaks out, and when the Council addresses the crowd he looks on in what can only be described as polite interest.

Today, it is Willem Galloway who speaks on behalf of the Council. He is offered a microphone by someone in a military uniform, and his face is grave as he speaks.

"We are gathered here today to bear witness to the execution of Alexander Saito, who has been found guilty of multiple acts of murder, terrorism, and conspiracy to commit treason against Haven. This man was tried by the Council in full and found guilty. From this time forth, records of his trial, including full transcripts, will be found at City Hall for all to see. It is our ruling that this man should face the harshest punishment possible, and that it must be public for the sake of any victim that needs to witness the deed for their own healing."

Galloway then asks each individual member of the Council if this is, in fact, their verdict, and each agrees without hesitation. Galloway then goes on.

"At this point it is our decision to allow the condemned a brief statement."

Galloway shoots Saito an icy glare, and hands the microphone off to a man in uniform. The man hurries to present the mic to Alexander Saito, who takes it in his cuffed hands with a nod of thanks. He takes a single step forward, clears his throat, and addresses the crowd.

"It is my will at this time to admit my guilt and accept my fate. Of these things I am accused, I accept full responsibility. I have only ever acted in a way that I felt was best for Haven as a whole. I can see now the errors of my ways. I have spent my life clouded by ‘the bigger picture.’ I wish I had been a different man. A better man, perhaps. One who put family first and politics last. I am not sorry to die now, or in this manner, but sorry for the family I leave behind. To those who have been touched in any way by my actions, I apologize, and hope my death brings you peace. To those who have been chosen to dispatch the justice of your people, I bid you: do not lose sleep over me. I go now to a place far better than this. Thank you."

His statement appears to confuse the crowd. An uneasy mumbling moves through the grounds. Many had expected a scene, or at least for some anger and emotion. Does Saito know what he’s saying? Does he understand what’s about to happen? There’s also a good deal of anger, and a few cry out in response. This man took away parents, spouses, and children, but he did what he felt was ‘best?’ The idea is insulting. Disgusting.

At any rate, from that point the Council exits the stage. Saito is lead over to the far right side, a fabric target draped around his neck, resting just over his heart. He is offered a hood. He declines, with an actual smile on his face. More murmurs. Many now think he must be mad. Surely there is no other alternative.

At that point, his military escorts exit the stage, falling into attention around the barricade separating the stage from the crowd. The firing squad is lead onto the stage now, each wearing a helmet that obscures their identities. It is Galloway himself that gives the orders. Ready. Aim. Fire.

It’s over in moments. And when it’s done, there’s nothing left to do but leave. Saito is pronounced dead by a coroner, and his body covered with a white sheet until the spectators leave.