WEEK 9 - Trial

[al2955]

the pygmalion. . . ONLINE CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (9)

saturday TRIAL DAY ONE (19) survivors At 9 AM, a klaxon alarm begins blaring in every area of the ship. The alarm will continue to go off until everyone has gathered in the conference room. Should anyone be running late or avoiding the trial for whatever reason, a robot guide will appear wherever they are and gently but firmly escort them into the room. Once all the living players are present, the conference room doors will lock shut; anyone who wishes to leave for whatever reason will need to ask AL-2955 or one of the robots. Anyone leaving for non-investigative purposes, such as bathroom breaks, will be accompanied by a robot escort. The large round table in the center of the conference room has been set up to help the trial run as smoothly as possible. Three holographic screens hover above the center hollow of the table, visible from every angle. The first screen displays the pictures and profiles of the suspects and victim; the second displays the autopsy report; the third displays a blank word processor. Each of the chairs comes equipped with a virtual keyboard which can be used to type information directly into the third screen, such as theories and updated information; they can also be set into privacy mode, which will transfer whatever notes someone writes directly into their datapad instead of on screen. There's also a tablet function for those who wish to draw charts or pictures on screen. The keyboards will detect the DNA of whoever's using them and record who's typed what - simply press an area of text and the name of whoever wrote it will pop up. The area to the right of the table has been temporarily sectioned off with a glass partition and sliding door for hygienic issues. Inside, the victim's body has been laid out on a metal autopsy table, covered by a plastic sheet. Above it is a holographic screen that displays a close-up color photograph of the body when it was found. A hand sanitizer dispenser has been considerately attached to the wall nearby for anyone getting up close and personal to the body. To the left of the conference table is a display case. Any evidence found during the investigation will be carefully collected by the robots at some point the previous day and placed here before the trial starts. Beneath each piece of evidence is a small tablet where players can type up information, such as a short description or where it was found. There are also empty areas left over for any evidence that may be found during the trial. The shelf at the very bottom of the case has been reserved for an extra rulebook in case anyone needs it. Food will be served throughout the day by the robots, who will take individual orders whenever you're feeling hungry. The trial will end at 9:00 PM, at which point all players will have been expected to cast their vote.

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[baptizer]

He can make mistakes and when he does, I won't hesitate to do what is necessary.

[ theres A coldness in her voice, one different than the girl Jason met in the medbay the first week. She leaves to his desk, past it to the closet to look anything interesting? Please don't be triggering. ]

You've been here for me. You told me to go for what I want and do what I've wanted - thanking you is just that.

[refactor]

[ Not at all! Actually, as they go around his room, they might even be surprised by how neat everything is. Despite his boisterous, obnoxious personality, it seems like cleanliness is something he pays attention to. The bottom bunk is unmade, so it seems like that's the one that he sleeps in, but the top one is very neatly made. It doesn't seem like it's been touched in quite a while.

The closet is a sea of yellow, as you'd predict. He has a lot of Hyperion Yellow shirts and sweaters, skinny jeans, weirdly long shirts, the works. But it's nothing that they haven't seen him wear before. Checking through the clothes won't turn up anything. ]

[antagonize]

[Jason hums at her declaration. If he seems surprised by the coldness of it, he doesn't show it. But if taking a close look at both bunks reveals nothing of interest, he'll move towards the desk. Mainly, he'll check on top, below it, and inside the drawers.]

I just gave you advice. You chose to follow it. Maybe you should thank yourself for that.

[baptizer]

[ She flinches at all of the yellow. GOD Jack... Okay, to the bathroom she goes. Show me all your manly axe body sprays. ]

Can you let me be genuine with you for one moment!? You're so cruel to someone who truly enjoys their time with you!

[ BE NICE TO THE GIRL WHO KISSED YOU. ]

[refactor]

[ The desk is actually pretty interesting! It seems like Jack is a busy guy, since this is definitely the messiest part of the room, though there's definitely a sense of organization. There's a few basic tools plifered from the robotics lab like screwdrivers and pliers, a few parts that look like they're the beginnings of some kind of project (though the end result isn't clear from looking at it). None of this should be out of place to Elizabeth, however, since this was all here when she was last in the room.

Even digging through the desk doesn't return any clues on what he's working on there, but there are some other things of note. One drawer has a stack of papers with pretty haphazard notes, all on artificial intelligence and a page or two of pretty indecipherable, but not random looking numbers. Jason might recognize the format of the numbers to all be hexadecimal numbers, but what he's looking into here is similarly unclear. Finally, there are a few pages with some heavy duty number crunching, all labeled with a note in the corner: "Monte Carlo." This includes one page where it looks like Jack has written out a program.

In a separate drawer is a hard drive sitting all by itself. Elizabeth may recognize it as one that had been sitting on his desk a few weeks ago.

However, the bathroom is uninteresting! No blood this time, and he wears nice cologne, thank you. ]

[antagonize]

Hey, maybe this is me being kind. Have you ever considered I'm keeping you from getting attached to me? I mean, it'd suck if you got all gross and teary eyed when it's my turn to kick the bucket. [A beat.] Again.

[Wow. Way to be the worst Jason Todd. Who the heck knows if he really means this or not. It's a goshdang mystery.

The stuff on Jack's desk is pretty interesting, though. He's not Barbara Gordon, so while he does recognize the numbers as what they are at face value, he can't make heads or tails of what Jack is trying to achieve here. The hard drive is curious as well, and Jason will be turning it around in his hand for any hint of a label and whatnot.]

There's a hard drive in his desk. Do you have any idea what it's for?

[He has half a mind to take it with him in order to check it out in the offices. He recognizes that as a bad idea, though. There's no way Jack wouldn't notice missing property.]

[refactor]

[ Briefly breaking tag order, because no, there is not a label! ]

[baptizer]

Right... Then don't worry about anything. I'll keep cordial with you. If you're trying to stop me from getting attached, you don't need to worry. I'm not some starry eyed maiden waiting for a prince. I don't need to fall for you to enjoy your company and what we've done together.

[ WAS SHE KINDA SHUTTING JASON DOWN? Yes, she stiffens when he talks about a hard drive. She had definitely seen t before but he's asking a 1912 girl. She doesn't know much about computers. ]

It's one of the devices he's been fiddling with - not sure about the contents.

[antagonize]

Ugh. Do you have to be dramatic over everything? I wasn't implying you were some starry eyed maiden or— [He huffs, cutting himself off. Don't get attached, he said. Shit happens.] Whatever. It doesn't matter. Let's just finish checking the old bastard's room and get the hell out of here.

[THEY SUCK. FUCKING SHOOT HIM. No label means no hint as to what the contents are, and Liz doesn't know either. Curiosity is going to kill him again, isn't it?]

A'right. On a scale of one to revenge murder, how fucked would I be if I took this away for a quick peek?

[And while he's at it, anything in Jack's trash? Beside the weird pancake Rhys porn, anyway. :)]

[refactor]

[ KYUU MUST DIE

There's some crumpled up pieces of paper with more random math and notes on them, and then one pretty detailed engineering drawing, with handwriting matching Jack's. Otherwise, nothing! ]

[baptizer]

Be quiet! You don't get to say I'm being dramatic! Not after half the dumb stuff you pull!

[ FINGERWAG??? She's totally just checking the device idly, trying not to let on how much she remembers of this... ]

You saw how he reacted just having people question him... Don't take it. I don't want you hurt, Jason and Jack is very capable of that.

[antagonize]

Yeah, well. I've died before. I think I get permission to pull as many stupid stunts as I want before I die again.

[Stop reminding people you died, Jason Todd. That said, he's just. Staring at the hard drive. Considering it. Also, considering what he could use to view the contents.]

He won't notice if I take it just for a minute. I'll put it right back where I found it. No reason to hurt me unless one of us tells him, right?

[So unless Elizabeth stops him from doing just that...]

skipping tag order.

[baptizer]

Oh, is this a pity race? Shall I recount my own tragic history with my father and a giant metal bird? Perhaps that you were my first kiss? Or that I didn't discover pizza until the age of 19? Oh, Jason - don't make me list everything.

[ She's looking between him and the hard drive, debating among herself. ]

You can't possibly get away without him knowing. What could he possibly even have in this device?

[antagonize]

It's not a pity race! I'm just stating a fact. I've already died. You haven't. I can be as big as an idiot as I want because, as long as I'm stuck in this place? My life doesn't matter. Half of my plans are already fucked over as it is thanks to my secret getting aired our like dirty laundry. I don't even know where to start fixing them.

[Are they... Are they seriously having relationship drama right in Jack's room? Apparently, yes. Anyway, he waves the hard drive at her, huffing. No more fighting. No more whining. It's time to dig up dirt on Handy J.]

I don't know. Secrets. Murder plans. Shitty love letters. Porn. Your guess is as good as mine. Whatever it is, it could be important. Maybe not to this trial. But in general.

[baptizer]

You can't be an idiot when people care about you! You care about what happens to me, so why can't I care about what happens to you?

[ Oh my GOD. Whatever, Jason. She'll cross her arms, turning away to hide that she's getting pretty bothered at the thought of him doing something that could get him killed. Especially get him hurt by Jack because that would be directly her cause. ]

I'll take blame if he finds out, just - how long will it take to find the contents out?