VIDEO-ish (cw: torture and murder)

[bloomingdespite]

[Before the ICP flickers on, every passenger hears a resounding, deep voice thunder through every car in the train, carrying with it a deathly—if odd—proclamation:]

PENALTY GAME: HELL REVERSE!

[Moments later, every ICP turns on to reveal a figure shrouded in shadows, holding the unconscious body of Xue Yang with one hand as the Eye of Wdjat blazes on both of their foreheads. It's clear they're in the gaming car, but if anybody tries to enter from either end, they'll find the doors are impossibly locked.]

Passengers of the Voidtrecker Express, I hold in my hands an unrepentant murderer who slaughtered one of your very own: the victim being A-Qing, and the criminal being Xue Yang. While she has returned, this crime cannot go unpunished, and I have taken it upon myself to try and burn out the stain on his soul—or, at the very least, provide adequate agony for all of his victims, both on the train and off.

If you need to see proof of my justice...

Avert your eyes if you do not wish to see memories of the brutal death of a young woman in her prime.

[The screen flickers once again, this time showing A-Qing's murder, although it doesn't have any audio. ((OOC: Additional CW for graphic depictions of murder.))

When it returns to the interior of the Games Car, the shadowy figure is gone, but their voice and Xue Yang remain.]

I leave it to the council to dispense their own punishment, as meager as it may be.

Remember, passengers:

I am watching.

[The ICP clicks off, and the train is deadly quiet.]

Comments

[mimidaeia]

[In the midst of all this pandemonium, there's one passenger that's at least not being undone by this.

She's concerned, though. SXT-2 can guess the emotions in the room even if she has none herself. And this is the first wide-scale panic episode she's seen on the train- barring missions, at least. Uh, shit's going down? What's this about a murderer?]

I don't quite understand what's going on.... should I try to stop the video feed?

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine might be reeling a little, for the moment she's more angry than panicked. Her voice comes out sharply.]

If you can, do it!

[mimidaeia]

[A beat later, SXT-2’s voice comes back on:]

-oh, I can’t. I don’t have the permissions to edit or delete broadcasts.

This message is coming from the Games Carraige, does that help?

[wizard_redfive]

I can tell that much!

[Dairine's sharp tone slips out as her temper momentarily gets the better of her. She's a bit stressed right now.]

...Sorry bout that. And thanks for trying.

[She means it.]

[mimidaeia]

[It's fine... probably! There's no discernible reaction in SXT-2's reply.]

I'm sorry I don't have the necessary access to help. [she honestly sounds very chipper, almost cheerful.] I'm not sure what you're apologising for, though?

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine will assume she's just happy to be of assistance. Or maybe she just doesn't have human emotions down yet. It took Spot a while to pick up on them.]

It's fine. You did your best. [SXT-2's question makes Dair lean more towards her second guess.] Um, don't worry about it.

[It's just a human thing.]

[mimidaeia]

[She knows it’s a human thing! And it annoys her, a bit, that the humans refuse to share their secrets in full with androidkind.]

Is the comment “don't worry about it” meant to be... “sarcasm”?

[longforgottenpromise]

If you can. [A soft spoken young man seems a little surprised at the question.

He's seen her around the train of course and had been curious, but had not yet approached.] If you know how to.

[mimidaeia]

I- [allow her to just try and do that right now] -I'm sorry, it turns out that I can't edit or stop broadcasts.

This message is from the Games Carriage. Does that help?

[longforgottenpromise]

Yes. Thank you. [It's not really anything he didn't know but she is clearly trying to be helpful and he appreciates that.

It's worrying that they don't have a way to stop broadcasts such as this though.]