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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[breakshot]

[ Machias's room hasn't changed significantly the last time it was searched. Both of his beds are very neatly made, as one would expect from a student attending a military academy. Or someone who's a ridiculous neat freak - there's not even a single hair or wrinkle out of place. It doesn't look like he slept in them that night.

Nothing's under the sheets or mattresses. On the desk are three cases. Two of them contain extra pairs of glasses, both which have been broken in some fashion. One pair has the glass intact, but the frames dented around the bridge. The other is completely shattered. The last case is empty. Nearby is a medical textbook from the archives. Seems like he also left a tablet here too, but it's overdue. How strange. ... Well, he is dead, all things considered.

Care to check inside the desk? If so, Jessie will find a small notebook. The very same one Adrien glanced through last time, though obviously it must have been written in since then. There's also letters inside the desk, most of them neatly folded aside. ]

[tevinteriscoming]

[That's why he doesn't want the desk, Jessie. He doesn't want to be the person to find the goodbye letters. Instead, while Jessie looks around the desk, he'll check out the tablet. Can he see what Machias was looking at? Anything interesting on it? Oh, and when was it checked out?]

[toprotecttheworld]

[Well, she's definitely not going to be touching those goodbye letters until she absolutely has to. Lets go ahead and start with the small notebook. She'll be flipping to the newest pages first.]

Have you written any of these letters? What do you even put in one?

[She might as well ask. It's a bit of a sobering topic, but there it is.]

[breakshot]

[ Nothing too interesting. Dorian will just find it loaded on a sort of chess game - a dumb space edition anyway - along with a text that's been minimized. Looks to be covering more medical subjects. Although unlike the text from the archives, it's nowhere near as detailed - it contains the kind of info you'd see in an encyclopedia. It was checked out around 8:15PM, Thursday night.

Jessie will just find more or less the same as Adrien: his notes and observations of the ship as well as the people onboard. They're very brief. He's calmed down on his vitriol towards Alice, though he's still managing a few words of contempt for each week's motives. Last week's might stand out: it's dated December 20th and... not much can be gathered besides a ton of angry scribbles over what used to be words and one sentence intact: "I'm sure she thinks she's an absolute riot bringing that damned Albarea up. Ugh, just kill me now. I'm getting a headache just imagining the look on that smug bastard's face when he finds out."

The latest entry is dated December 27th. All that's written at the top is "Sis's", the rest appears to be some kind of recipe for custard pudding. ]

[tevinteriscoming]

I've no idea. I toyed with the idea last week, for I suppose obvious reasons. But even if I had anyone to write to, I can't imagine what I'd say.

[He puts the tablet down, and instead goes to check the shelves, and Machias' clothes. He's missing a scarf; anything else stand out as missing? Anything ripped or torn or otherwise damaged?]

[toprotecttheworld]

I didn't know he had a sister.

[Oh, well. There's nothing here that seems to relate to the case, so she sets down the journal and shuts the desk. Is there anything under the desk? Because if not, she'll take a peek into his bathroom, but she's doubtful she'll find anything useful in there.]

I wrote a letter to my partner. It's not a farewell letter, since I'm going to survive. There's never been any doubt about that.

[But to keep the immediate conversation going.]

If I were going to die, I'd rather just record myself yelling at everyone.

[breakshot]

[ Aside from the blue scarf and his blue traveling gear? Nope, everything's intact, though Dorian might need to shield his eyes from the awful camo pants and the ugly-ass christmas sweater sitting in there. There's even a blue knit poncho in there - looks to be the same one he's been wearing to trials the past few weeks. Is it just me, or did someone really like the color blue?

Jessie won't find anything under his desk, sadly. She will however find that Machias's bathroom is also ridiculously well-kept. Everything is neatly organized into their own sections and they're all either properly sealed or put aside. He doesn't even leave the toothpaste cap open. Aside from it being another example of his room being as uptight as he was, nothing stands out. ]

[tevinteriscoming]

Hah, yes. I thought of putting my affairs in order, but really. Let Mother and Father wonder. There's a few who deserve the truth, but, well. Hopefully I'll be able to tell them in person.

[He neatly puts everything back in place as is his habit, and then remembers halfway through that Machias won't be coming back for any of it. The poor boy, he deserved better. Still, he folds the awful sweater anyway.]

Are we done here?

[breakshot]

[ On their way out, they might notice a roll of bandages tucked away in a corner of his desk. Doesn't look to be something taken recently - in fact, comparing the roll with a newer one will show it was likely taken around the time Rhyslien was found and killed. So, probably for his leg. The trash bin has used, discarded bandages too. ]

[tevinteriscoming]

[Well, okay, then. He's just going to pick the bandages out of the trash, wrinkling his nose slightly.

Are they bloody? How many bandages are we talking?]

[breakshot]

[ No blood. There's two thin pieces of wood still sticking to the used bandages. If one decides to wrap it accordingly to where the folds and stretching lines up, it looks like it was used for a makeshift brace. ]